"The, the collar?" The merchant stammered out. "I promise he's a strong worker and, and he is normally better behaved but he's never really listened to me. That's why I had to buy the collar. It cost me most of my assets at the time I cannot part with it so easily." by now the cycle had ended on the collar and Wanre's writhing had stopped.<br/><br/>Slowly Wanre shook his head go his knees under him again and flexed all the fresh knots out of his muscles, the exertion of fighting with the collar left him drenched in sweat and the sand was clinging to him like a body suit on one side. Standing and flexing again he turns to the merchant and through gritted teeth, "One of these days you won't have that damned remote and then I'll snap your sniveling little motherless whore of a neck you have there."<br/>