You begin to cut the collar. The scissors, have little effect on the leather. They gnaw at it, uselessly. Making nothing but a small indentation. Then, a tendril of orange smoke appears inches from the ground. It slithers aimlessly, as if searching. It darts upwards, in a spiral-shape, leaving a trail of smoke behind it. Then, more dense smoke billows from the floor. It arises quickly, and in contact with the ceiling dissipates, leaving fainter rings of the substance to float away.
"Hello Dan, miss me?" giggles a girly voice. It's Kat, your sister.
"Kat, get this collar off me! I can barely breath!" Dan gasps, still in awe at the smoke.
"Oh, but Dan. I can't do that. Your a pet now!" She cackles "I even bought you a new collar, to replace that tatty one." From her pocket, she reveals a petite, bright pink collar with metal stars attached. It's a dread to even look at.
"Kat. Stop the games." Dan states, in a more serious tone.
"Why should I let the family pet boss me around? Believe me Dan, the games have just begun!"
You see her raise the stick once more. You hurtle forwards, to knock it out of her hands, but you find yourself stuck; every part of your body, unable to move. You strain, almost breaking sweat, to move, to fight this trance. It is a while before you brand it impossible. You cannot move.
Kat walks to you, without a care in the world. Humming, and occasionally laughing, she tampers with your collar. You cannot see exactly what she does, you guess she is putting the new, more embarrassing one on you.
Then, your misfortune continues. It's time...
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