<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">She twisted her head, knowing that whatever the collar was, it wasn’t good. Granted he’d manage to do what he wanted to anyways, but there was a part of her that just couldn’t let him have the satisfaction of her just allowing him to do it. She’d never actually seen this device before, but as he described what it did, she could easily think of ways that it could be used. Improvisation was a good skill for an agent of dimir to have, but when it came to imagining the horrors he could do to her… her body twitched as he pushed his fingers back inside of her, pressing her lips together tightly.</span>