Holding the collar in his hand, Destro looked down at the man, furrowing his gaze and just inspecting him momentarily. “Feisty little fucker aren’t you?” he mumbled, looking more amused by that than upset. Although there was a part of Destro that didn’t like how rude he was being. Certainly he’d have to be taught how to behave like a real pet.
“Keep talking to me like that and you’ll know just how insane I really am.” Destro walked over, standing next to the bed and looking down at him, his voice staying ‘calm’ the entire time. “You’ll wear this from now on my little pet. Take it off and you’ll lose your fangs.” Destro put a hand down, grasping his chin and pushing it up to stop him from trying to bite.
Wrapping the collar around his neck, Destro flicked the nametag and smiled. “I don’t care what your real name is. You’ll be called Ashley from now on, and if you don’t like it I don’t fucking care. You’ll learn to like it, learn to answer to it…”Destro looked at him, waiting for his reaction and expecting it to be rather resilient.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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