The Collar

Isadora slowly regained consciousness to the feeling of the cold hard floor against her skin. The sickening scent of blood filtering into her nostrils pushed her further from her semi conscious state.

Where was she?

In a split second memories of her ordeal from leaving the red bar came flooding. She was caught by the third man in pursuit of her and he had knocked her unconscious. Has she been kidnapped?

Isadora had her eyes slightly open to access her environment without being noticed.

"She is awake, boss." Someone announced.

"I can tell," came a grunt, "Fix her up."

Two men approached Isadora in an attempt to hold her in a more suitable position. To leave so many openings that must have assumed she was docile.

"Idiots." 

Instantaneously Isadora got on her feet and had punched the nearest person so hard on the face, he contacted the ground immediately. The second who was much more alert now was less easier to handle. He swooped in to subdue her whilst she dealt with the first but she dodged it in time and slammed her knee into his stomach, Catching his wrist, spun it over her head, and slammed him on the ground.

Another man joined in and suffered a similar fate… this time more than three men came at her. For a few seconds, Isadora was being pushed back, having three skilled men come at her wasn't what she bargained for.

Looking around there was nothing big enough to be used as a weapon. Moreover this f*cking dress is too hard to move properly in. Without a second thought, Isadora ripped a huge line of fabric on her thighs.

Sigh. She never like the dress anyways. It will be best to finish this up quickly. Nicholas would be worried.

"Come at me if you dare."

* * * 

In a matter of minutes, Isadora had beat up more than eight able bodied men, and made them the new flooring. Her exposed skin had numerous spots of foreign blood, including hers.

She huffed in disgust by their swarming against a single person. She barely managed to beat them all, but it was their fault to underestimate her.

She was kidnapped, not helpless. Still, it has been a long time she has gotten practice in, these dudes were good warm up.

Now to get out of her. Isadora's gaze licked on the first outlet she saw, and her body moved towards it.

Isadora heard the cock of a gun and froze immediately.

"Sit still, now." A masked man commanded, pointing it at her.

The men she barely managed to conquer were back on their feet, seething with hate, anger, and curses, yet they didn't approach her for the second time.

For the first time, Isadora took I'm a good view of the man sitting in front of her. Struck by an incredibly dominating aura, her heart skipped a few beats in fear. She felt the same feeling she had at the bar but this time, in a thousand folds. He must have been the one watching her at the bar!

Isadora had both of her hands up, a sign of surrender, and sat down obediently, her eyes never leaving the gun pointed at her. She never moves carelessly when a gun is introduced, that would be foolish.

In this scenario, it is being used as a threat, any sudden movement she does might escalate the situation and lead to fatality.

She sat, quiet and proper.

"Good." He said and tucked away the gun.

The man said nothing again, maintaining eye contact with Isadora.

Thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes of silence passed. Isadora questioned his sanity, it has been a staring contest for the past minutes, just what kind of hands has she fallen into this time!

"She looks nothing like him." He said, scrutinizing her like some entertainment monkey.

Isadora spoke through gritted teeth, "What? Who are you people?" 

"With that tone of yours, you seem not to understand your situation right now," The masked man spoke in a frigid tone, "You are in no position to ask questions, woman."

What's with this dude? She thought.

"You either release me or face consequences you would never recover from." Isadora fumed, already tired of playing captive.

The corner of the masked man's mouth twitched In amusement. The victim dares to be so bold even under the presence of a gun, which gives her such courage. 

He suppressed his blood lust for a bit longer. This was getting very interesting, "I can guarantee that no one can save you from this place, nemmeno Dio (not even God)"

"Really?" Isadora scoffed. Her heart pounded irregularly, something about this man told her to run away, flee from this place before it was too late, and never look back.

For some reason, she felt it was already too late.

"If you don't let me go before midnight, an alarm automatically goes off in my apartment alerting law enforcement. The AISI would come searching for me and trust me that's not something you want to deal with." Isadora scorned with a laid back attitude.

Amateurs! They think she has no way to protect herself. This has happened way too often in the past, there is no way she isn't wise enough to set measures against future emergencies.

Still, their methods are impressive, this is the first time in years she had been successfully kidnapped.

"Let them come then." A hoarse voice replied with so much confidence.

"What?" Isadora's face lost color.

She finally took in a good look at her environment. Apart from the men she had beat up previously, more menacing looking men stood behind the masked stranger. They looked as though they wanted to pounce on her and rip her apart. Never has she been in a room with so much dark energy.

Tsk.

"Oh, oh I get it now. How unsurprising? Is the subscription service not enough for you that you have to kidnap me for my body? What? You want a live performance?!" Isadora spat in disgust.

Men are truly great perverts who sometimes let their d*ck rule over their heads, which is obviously the case in this situation.

He chuckled as though she had said the funniest thing he had ever heard. Isadora developed goosebumps from his laughter.

"Gentlemen! This young lady here runs an OnlyFans and thinks she is here because we covet her body. How marvelous!"

Isadora began to grow uncomfortable from uncertainty. If it wasn't that, why else is she being kept captive?

His voice grew dangerously low, "Woman, you shall serve a much greater… crueler purpose here, your body included, all which will be delivered without mercy."

This isn't right. These people here are weird. This isn't how it's supposed to go. 

For the first time within this den, fear manifested in Isadora's heart, "You don't dare … you …. the police will come for me… they…."

"Enough games!" He snapped his fingers.

In a flash, a firm hand clasped around Isadora's throat cutting her off midway. She didn't notice someone sneaking up behind her.

The masked man stood up towering over her. Held a metal object in his

"What are you doing..??!"

He cut her off with the coldest gaze, in his scrutiny she didn't dare move an inch. It was as though all of her muscles suddenly failed and her body dared not rebel against him.

Before she knew it, he had clasped a collar choker tightly around her neck. His eyes pierced through hers as he spoke in a deep baritone voice.

You are mine now. Don't think of escaping.

Isadora froze, something about this man's gaze shook her to the core still she couldn't tear away from it, she didn't dare to.

"Lock her up." He gave his last commands and turned to leave.

"Hey! You can't keep me here" Isadora screamed after him, but he hadn't turned to acknowledge her outburst. 

"You bastard!" She snatched a small knife from her purse in a flash, sprang to her feet, and launched at him. The other men in the room hadn't been quick enough to stop her.

The masked man came to a halt, upon hearing Isadora's footsteps, his back to her. She caught up, a hair's breadth away from stabbing his back.

With the buzz of current, Isadora's breath seized, her knees buckled sending her straight to the floor. She held onto her collar from instinct, jerking and twisting on the floor in immense pain, as currents of electricity traveled from her neck through her body. 

Her sight became blurry with tears trapped at the corner of her eyes. That man, he held up high, a remote like object in his hands pushing against a big red button. The collar …. this God damned collar.

Isadora's body shook violently, unable to hold the unending pain it went through. Most of all she could feel her lungs and insides burn from suffering, and her body starved of oxygen. She hadn't been able to take a single breath.

"S …. s.. … op"

How long is this torture going to last!

"P- p …..eash…." She made to beg but the words wouldn't come out properly.

Her eyes began to move upwards in their sockets showing only the white part, "Pl...ease…. st … op!"

He let go of the button.

"Gah!" Isadora coughed violently, still feeling the violent tingles in her throat. It felt cracked and raw, the taste of blood was strong in her mouth.

"If you want to live, never try that again." His hoarse voice filtered into her ears, it delivered a warning she must abide by.

"Don't test me. It is already extremely hard to keep myself from killing you on the spot." Blood dropped from how hard his hands were clenched to his side for control.

With that he trudged off, carrying a heavy presence with him. 

In his absence, Isadora could breathe a little better, but she hadn't had the time to process what just happened two strong men grabbed both of her arms, dragging her to wherever she was to be disposed of.

"Let me go!" She tried shaking them off with the little strength she had left but it was futile.

A figure stepped in the way.

"Even after that session you still have the strength to struggle. How remarkable." He grunted, very much showcasing his pleasure in her pain.

Isadora looked up to him and was stunned for a split second.

That twisted grin!

She could feel his overwhelming hatred towards her. Everyone in this place seemed to hate her but right after the masked man, this particular person seemed to hold the greatest grudge.

"You …" She whispered without realizing.

"Be quiet" He said and hit her neck.

In a similar fashion as the alleyway, Isadora slumped and lost consciousness once again.