[Warning: Violence against the FMC]
"Let's start over."
The maid said, with her voice low and commanding. She sat there cross-legged on my bed, looking up at me in pity, disgust, and content.
Anshur von Rodolfo took a glance over at the camera she set up right by her arm. I took a deep breath as I held up the piece of paper to the camera, speaking with a trembling voice.
"My name is Cory Jay Smith, 23 years old, and I… I… I um-"
I stuttered, and that was the last thing I'd want, as I felt a surge of electricity bursting through the shock collar strapped around my throat when Anshur used her clicker.
The energy sent what I can only describe as a sensation of my pulsating blood veins popping, it vibrated slightly, buzzing through the flesh of my neck and under my skin, down to my shoulders and spine.
