You had a problem with things around your neck. You couldn't wear chokers, no tight neck shirts, no collars.

You didn't want to be collared. And now...you felt true fear as you watched Makarov approached you with a collar in his hands. You tried to keep yourself composed as Makarov slowly reached for you.

"I'm sorry, but I need you to understand I am the one in control. After all, you acted out of line earlier." He says as gently as possible.