One evening Jack came over to the house for dinner. Before allowing Ray to serve us, he made him kneel on the floor. Jack locked a heavy band of stainless steel around Ray’s neck.
“Every slave needs a collar, don’t you think, asshole?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I had it specially made by a friend of mine who owns a machine shop. If you examine it closely you’ll see that it’s locked on but there is no key slot to remove it.”
“Then how do I get it off?” he asked.
“You don’t. It will go with you to your grave. It’s as permanent as that cage you wear. Neither of them will ever come off.”
Over the next few weeks everything was legally signed over to me. Ray was as poor as a church mouse when I was done. He owned nothing and didn’t have a penny to his name. A few weeks after that, we were legally d
