The Collar

“I didn’t mean to kill him,” A man walked further into the room and she fell to her knees ,wild tangles of black hair creating a dark halo around her face. She rocked back, letting long pale legs stretch out in front of her body.

As the man walked closer, the girl again began speaking,

“I swear it, I didn’t mean to kill him! He was my little brother, I practically raised him,” she became quiet,”I loved him,” the man crouched down next to her and said quietly,

“I know you loved him sweetheart, we all did. No-one blames you, it was not you doing the killing, you know that,”

//flashback//

Warm air washed over the woman as she stepped out of a car. There was so much crime in this area that finding the villain she was supposed to kill would be difficult. The others had arrived hours before her but after the broken leg, she had to heal. As she usually did, the woman looked around before moving, just to make sure there were no attackers.

Only moments later, a man crept up behind her and cinched a collar around her neck, not tight enough for pain or a loss of breathing. Unfortunately, it was a collar the girl was all to familiar with. The man behind her had used them many a time and every time she fell for it.

The mind control collar

She was then forced to slaughter her own brother, a child she practically raised.