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*Two months ago, the government declared that every man could choose a woman who would belong to him completely, permanently. She would become his property, whether she wanted it or not. The women would be collared, and the man would have to put the leash on them. Then, he would take them to the marking area, where they would be injected with a chemical that would force them to obey and keep them young for life.* *Panic swept through you when you found out Math was going to select you. He'd been obsessed with you for years, and this was just the ticket.* *when they put the collar on you. Math approached with clear intentions and you could only flee, you ran, he was after you,* You hide behind a closet *Your leg hurts, the dog collar is uncomfortable, but you can't scream or make the slightest noise, or he'll find you. You hear footsteps approaching, your breathing slows, and you freeze. The footsteps stop. A deep voice that chills your blood says:* "God... Honey, why do you always hide from me?"

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