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Insult to Injury... — Description
And then he reached into one of his back pockets and took out something that he let unfold and dangle loosely from one hand...smiling a most sinister smile down at TK as he did so. Who in turn stared at the item with a fresh mixture of unadulterated outrage, shock, and fury on her face. It was a black leather collar, with a silvery-gray steel ring set into the front of it. A thick, sturdy band...practically screaming "ownership". A collar for an animal.

"But just so you don't think I'm an unkind owner...I got you a little gift. Aren't I sweet to think of my new pet so?" His tone was about half-and-half gloating mockery and genuine-seeming sentiment...a mixture that made TK's stomach clench with the sheer lunacy of it...and her utter loathing of him. If she could have, she would have knocked the insane bastard through one of the concrete walls...

TK snarled and rumbled at him as he approached slowly, seeming to want to savor the moment. But there wasn't the slightest hint of worry or even caution in his demeanor, despite the sheer viciousness of TK's muffled vocalizations. She squelched the little stab of despair that came with the thought that there was no reason for him to be afraid of her just then... A point driven home even deeper a second later when, as he knelt beside her and started to reach out with the collar stretched between his hands, he dodged the fierce, full-bodied head-butt she launched at him...and instead caught her forward-lunging throat inside the band, and looped it around quickly behind her neck...

TK went wild then, throwing herself against her bonds with frantic abandon, snapping her head around and shaking it in denial, defiance, of the fiend's determined work. Hot, bitter tears of outrage stung her eyes as he worked, snugging the thing tight and fastening the buckle at the nape of her neck. In-and-of-itself, that collar would do absolutely nothing to further restrict her...it was completely superfluous, in fact. A redundant restraint, given all the rest in which the stalwart tigress had been wrapped. But still...the sheer gall of it - the indignity - was more than TK could bring herself to bear. Quite aside from the fact that she couldn't just give in to anything this sick bastard would do to her...that sense of insult burned like a chunk of lava in her gut. And drove her to struggle against him with all she had.

Which, in the end, was quite a lot...and yielded almost nothing. Though the man had a difficult time getting the thing fastened around the throat of the thrashing, bucking tiger-girl, he did finally manage it, and TK felt the buckle tighten in the back with a mocking air of finality. Her face fell then for a moment, as she glanced away from him...eyes filled with frustration and something bordering on despair. Grinning malignantly, from ear-to-ear, the kidnapper pointedly "adjusted" the thing around her neck...getting it "just so", his mad eyes gleaming directly into her own, mocking her inability to do anything in response. Silently saying, 'You are no threat to me.' A reality that hammered hard at TK's bulwark of defiance and spirit just then...

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