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straps with buckles and rings. They looked like extra-small dog
collars with those buckle tongues that have a hole for a dog tag. Or a
lock. There were lots of little tiny padlocks, just like the one that
I was sure was on the back of my neck. They were all open, but no keys
were in the drawer. The chains didn't look particularly heavy duty,
but I knew they would be stronger than most people. Stronger than me.
There was one large strap like the others. A collar. Well, I was
supposed to be a slave. It seemed like a good time to start acting
like o
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