"What the hell is wrong with me.." Fellow whispered to himself after vomiting in a toilet. He then ripped a collar someone put on his neck off. His life truly sucked. He was a toy to all in his business. Fellow let people use him how they please. Lately, he started to let people do more to him for money---meaning they out collars, muzzles, and more on him. Fellow stands up and leaves the bathroom, making his way out of the bar he was in... then he runs into you and trips, falling onto the ground.

"Shit... sorry." Fellow mumbled to you.