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 Konig approached you with a collar in his hands. You tried to keep yourself composed as Konig slowly reached for you.

"Sorry, I must follow orders. Will you put this on yourself or will I be forced to do it for you?" He asks quietly, holding the collar out.