It felt as though Ara was gasping for air when the collar loosened. So now he could control how comfortable she could be in the collar? What a lovely thought...
"So, I have permission if I wanted to slap you?" she asked. "Not that I would, but-" Her cell door had been opened and she sulked behind him, already feeling her control slipping away. A feeling she had always hated. But if he needed her to hold back on her hurting others, he was better off wishing for something else. Killing had been instilled into her blood and it was not something she could just stop doing. It was what she was trained for, what she was called to do. He couldn't just put a curb on it with some stupid collar.
And she couldn't leave his sight because he needed to ensure she was behaving? "Bollocks," she muttered to herself. And he had the audacity to tell her she couldn't go sate herself without his say so. "That's bull! You can't do that!" Then again, she was so used to running around using her body to get what she wanted. Maybe she should have taken up on one of the dragon's offer and kept him. Nothing she could do about it now. "You expect me to be at your beck and call for that so I can't go sleeping with people behind your back?" She guessed that was the reason why he explicitly said that.
Once she was led out, she angrily pointed at her collar. "You think you can just turn my back on my king so I can help you?" she huffed.
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