Mattie didn't watch as he rifled through the bag, she  was occupied with pulling herself together. Steel herself behind the walls she had built so many years ago to get those who tried to 'tame' her to leave her be, but she was weak. Always had been. And now was no different as he spoke she had stood and began to place the cuffs around her limbs, starting first with her left wrist then her right, struggling only a moment to get it in place. Once they were settled she went on to her ankles and again went to her left before her right, bending over to make sure they were on. Madison had been careful enough to turn and face her teacher as she bent, her rear protected and the small bruises she had received before arriving hidden for now.<br/><br/>She slowly stood and looked at the collar, the idea of it being around her neck once more sending chills down her spine. As much as she feared Mr. Blackstone she didn't want another teacher, most had looked more than a little unfriendly, if not frightening in some manner. Then there was the thought of what the collar meant. Would it mean more than accepting him as her teacher? It didn't matter either way she had to put it on, especially if she did not wish to be placed in another's care.<br/><br/>Her eyes flitted between the collar and her teacher, a trembling hand slowly reaching out for it, gripping it's rough surface softly. Mattie knew the feel of leather well and had come to almost fear the material but she put the collar to her neck, brushing her hair away so it didn't catch.<br/><br/>Everything on she stood and waited, the metal rings looking obscene against her light skin. Her breath was shallow as she tried desperately to stop the tears that began to flow freely again. Her eyes fell to the floor the fear of what was to come keeping her from facing whatever it may be straight on.