I didn't bother to struggle against him it would have been pointless. The heavy manacles encircled my wrists weighting them down and chafing slightly already. I hated them and I focused on that instead of looking at the collar. Contrary to what Goodfellow said I hadn't seen one before and it looked true to form like an instrument to inflict pain. Without thought my neck tensed and I wondered if it'd scar.<br/><br/>The pinch collar went on with ease and I tried not to move my neck to much. I was used to pain that didn't mean I liked it and the thing around my neck was new and annoyingly inconvenient. For a few moments I was hesitant to even talk. I stood still and waited for what I was unsure things had already gone far beyond what I was used to.<br/><br/>Normally my defiance earned me a slap or a beating while being chained to the wall, unfortunately Goodfellow didn't seem pissed, angry or even annoyed if anything he seemed extremely please with the whole thing. It made me nervous to think that I'd lost any control of this. I'd been expecting his anger counting on it, if I couldn't count on that what was there to expect? I needed to learn the rules quickly if I was going to continue breaking them.