Chapter Ten: Locked Doors, Loaded Guns

The collar itched.

Not literally—it was made of the finest leather, sleek and smooth, like everything in this twisted mansion—but metaphorically? Oh, it itched. It burned. It settled on my neck like a silent brand, whispering to me with every breath:

You belong to them.

But I didn’t.

Not really....

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