the collar began to constrict around my neck ever so slightly.
I fought back the urge to tug at the collar to give me some more room,
This was bad, very bad. Samantha was crazy and I had to get out of her Fat Dungeon!
But how?
I began to examine the room, all the while resisting the urge to rub my neck, because I knew that would mean that I touched the collar again. I sure as hell didn't want to initiate Phase One again....or even worse, some crazy Phase Two.
I could hear Samantha laughing over the intercom. "Come on Eric, don't you want to play?"
Suddenly I had an idea on how I could get out of there, it was a long shot, but it just might work.
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