”“See you what way, emotional, being a real man instead of just my dom?”“Yes.”“And what is it about that damn box that has you so upset?�...� He reminded me of when we first were together, the reading he gave me to do on the lifestyle, the symbolism of objects. It hit me, the box had contained a collar. So he had planned to collar me. That was a huge step and one he had told me would never happen. But why is he reacting this way? “So you changed your mind, I am not worthy of your collar, it’s not. I had visions of more surgery and starting rehab all over again. I'm not sure I could have handled that." I'm sure you would have, despite what you think. No one wants to have these problems linger any longer than necessary. In the meantime, I'm going to drain the knee now. It will only take a few minutes and won't be too painful. We'll give you a local anesthetic."He lied. It hurt like hell. On top of the pain already there from the damage done in the fall, this was just one more level of pain. .and lets skip over the part about Romeo and Juliet both dying at the end, this is erotica for god sake, not bloody les miserables.Our story starts, as said before, in America. In a small diner called Big Joes, or Big Johns or big something with a J, the name isn’t important to the story. Paul was sitting down to a full breakfast: 3 eggs, 5 rashers of bacon, some grits and 2 slices of toast. The eggs were sunny side up and the bacon was just crspy enough to give a crunch without tasting. “I concede,” said the one with long canines holding her neck with one hand to block the bleeding with her damaged arm and held her torn shoulder with the other.The paramedics ran up and quickly walked her through a portal.“Now I hope you understand when I say full effort. During training we expect to resurrect you when you die. Most will die at least once a year. Try and not die too often, it doesn’t improve your reputation,” said Parengus callously then nodded at Jason and his opponent..