You had a problem with things around your neck. You couldn't wear chokers, no tight neck shirts, no collars. It terrified you; the feel of being choked.

You hated collars the most. You feel yourself break out in a cold sweat as you watched Graves approached. Low and behold, Graves had a damned collar in his hands.

"Orders are orders. You won't have to wear it for too long, I promise ." He says gently, unclasping the collar and reaching toward you.