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a moment, but she turned and did as he said, exposing her narrow, delicate neck to him.
    He’d held the collar in his palm hoping to warm the metal, but when he slid it around her throat, she gasped. He continued, securing it at the back, locking it so she wouldn’t be able to remove it. He slid the small key into his pocket, knowing he didn’t need to collar her. He just wanted to, wanted to let the men around camp know she belonged to him. No one would touch her if they knew she was under his protection.
    “It’s done.”
    She let go of her hair and touched the collar. He moved to face her.
    “There’s a tracking device there so I’ll always know your whereabouts. There’s also a chip that recognizes when you’re near the border of the camp. You’ll not want to attempt to cross the border, understood?” That second part wasn’t exactly true, but it wouldn’t hurt to have her believe it.
    She nodded.
    “One more thing, Olivia. The collar shows you belong to me. No one will touch you. Once you’re allowed to wander alone, you’ll be safe within the camp as long as you follow my orders.”
    “Am I supposed to thank you?”
    He smiled at her. “Go to bed,” he said. He went back downstairs and out the door.

Chapter Three
     
     
    The collar circled Livvie’s neck, stiff and constant. It fit like it was made for her, close but not too tight. She wondered if she’d get used to the weight of it at her throat. Although it wasn’t really heavy, just new.
    Somehow, she’d fallen asleep as soon as she’d gotten into the bed last night. She’d first gotten in on his side. She knew it because his scent was on the pillow and she’d moved to the other side quickly, turning her back. She’d felt when he’d climbed into bed and although her body had stiffened, she’d been determined to pretend she was asleep. He didn’t touch her; remained on his side in fact. She hadn’t noticed when he’d left in the morning, but he was gone now and sunlight streamed in through the windows. She was alone.
    She sat up and touched the collar. It had warmed to her body temperature. She pushed the covers off and first went to peek downstairs to confirm she truly was alone. That he wasn’t just sitting quietly in the living room. She tried the front door, but found it was locked. All the windows too were locked. Outside, the street was deserted, but she could see into what she supposed was the main street where people moved, working their various chores, she imagined. She went back upstairs to get dressed.
    She stood in front of the full-length mirror. Her thick hair was still damp from yesterday’s bath, but she could work her fingers through it. The nightie she’d worn to bed fit her well, although it was worn and she realized in the light how little it hid. She pulled it over her head, but remained in front of the mirror. She touched the collar. It was a thick, flat metal with smooth edges. It was locked in the back and just tight enough that she couldn’t turn it. It didn’t look so much like a prisoner’s collar, but more like a piece of ultra-modern jewelry. His words repeated in her mind—his warning about not going near the fencing that contained the community. She wondered what would happen if she did. Would there be an electrical shock? How badly would she be hurt? She planned on escape, or at least to attempt it. He was stupid if he thought she wouldn’t try.
    Her eyes wandered down her body and without thinking, she reached to strip her panties off. Nothing had changed, she hadn’t changed, but she felt different. Was it the chemicals she was inhaling now? Was that it?
    But he’d said there weren’t any in the air.
    He could tell her anything though. She was his prisoner. She had to remember the truth.
    The collar marked her as his; she felt that more thoroughly than she liked. The sight of him naked yesterday made her cheeks flush pink. Her nipples hardened as she watched herself, although it wasn’t