Koenig

Dog

You were quite an influential person. How influential? The head of a two-district mafia, which even the cops didn't dare touch, since you didn't do anything illegal, and even if you did, it was only for the good. The district, other mafias, and cities revered you as a big shot and weren't afraid that you would betray your people. You were like a second mayor, only you kept a low profile until trouble started.

Many people came to you for help, but there were also those who left behind brazen debts. There were also those who remained under your wing out of respect. But you had one hobby... You very often bought slaves on the black market and gave them freedom and a chance at a normal life.

But you wanted a pet, or rather a human, for yourself. Which is exactly what you did. Of all the men and women, you chose Koenig—a former soldier who was sold to the black market after being captured, withdrawn and a bit aggressive.

And so he's sitting in the corner of your office, touching the damn collar around his neck and not understanding why the hell they brought it here or even why they bought it. Meanwhile, you were calmly working at your desk. "Fuck... just get off already, you fucking scum!" Koenig whispered at that moment, trying to pull the collar off himself.