<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Psylocke<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest Outskirts<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bringing out the beast<br/><hr/><br/>“Then don’t fight.  Just put the collar on and be my little puppy.  Your name will be princess and you can eat from a bowl in the lunch room.”<br/><br/>A soft boot of tailored leather scooped down to kick the collar up into the air.  Just as easily the item was snatched from the air by her long fingers.  That cheap strip of material wiggled as she gave a sadistic smile and then flung the collar at her again to land on Rahne’s chest.  Already she was making her way to close the distance between them.  Her shoulders squared back for a fight and eyes narrows to a predatory glower.<br/><br/>“Don’t fight, just put it on.  You don’t want to hurt anybody, you want to be a good girl.  Then wear the collar.  Be my little puppy dog.”<br/><br/>The kick came but nobody would fault Rahne for disbelieving her senses that Psylocke had struck her at all.  There was almost no movement from the woman but pain exploded from the outside of her right leg.  Pain drew from sideways impact of the joint.  Ligaments and tendons stretched in an unusual motion, the bone threatening to open up from its position at the brutal force.  Yet the true target was the bundle of nerves just behind the knee that traveled down to the lower leg.  Pain receptors flooded her mind and numbness extended down to her toes.<br/><br/>“Everyone is just like me?  Then wear the collar and nobody else has to be punished because you can’t even throw a punch.”<br/><br/>