Was I that obvious about my intentions or was it a gimmie that I would try to escape the second I had the chance? Before we began to go up the stairs, he stopped at a cabinet and brought out what looked like a second collar...it looked a little slender compared to the first but a small box was attached to it.
As he placed it around my neck, I heard the same click sound as my first collar....like the first, this one was in no danger of coming off.
Suddenly, incredibly intense electrical shocks tore through my body....I screamed and collapsed on the floor. As he helped me back on my feet I knew what it was.....a shock collar!
'Yes Master," I reply, still gasping....."I understand..."
All hopes of escape were now stolen from my mind. He had total control of my body. Since it was on a remote, I could be safely taken outside and if I so much as tried to yell for help or even stupider----try to run--all he would have to do is hit the remote and I'd collapse on the ground.