"Let's start over."
The maid said, with her voice low and commanding. She sat there cross-legged on my bed, looking up at me in pity, disgust, and content.
Anshur von Rodolfo took a glance over at the camera she set up right by her arm. I took a deep breath as I held up the piece of paper to the camera, speaking with a trembling voice.
"My name is Cory Jay Smith, 23 years old, and I… I… I um-"
I stuttered, and that was the last thing I'd want, as I felt a surge of electricity bursting through the shock collar strapped around my throat when Anshur used her clicker.
The energy sent what I can only describe as a sensation of my pulsating blood veins popping, it vibrated slightly, buzzing through the flesh of my neck and under my skin, down to my shoulders and spine.
It was supposed to be mild discomfort to let a filthy dog like me know its place, yet, Anshur made sure to crank the voltage to the maximum this collar can hold, and she made sure I saw her do it.
