BREA POV
I woke up to something heavy around my neck. Without opening my eyes, I reached to feel it. It was a round necklace - solid metal, with a foreboding weight and texture. But the weight of it resting against my throat felt almost reassuring.
Without looking in the mirror, I could tell that it was a collar. A customized collar with a round ring connected to it - like those of a dog on a leash.
Where the hell was I? Jerking to a sitting position made me wince in pain, my whole body aching. The memories of the night before filtered through my mind and I groaned.
My mouth was dry, my throat was parched and I felt like s**t.
I looked around the room I was in. The room was an annoying whitish-ashy color, and the theme was maintained for all the items that surrounded me, not that they
