I stood in my room touching the necklace David had given me. The gold felt cold and heavy against my skin. Every time I moved, I remembered his words from earlier that day. The tracking device hidden inside. The calm way he had threatened Lisa. It was not just jewelry. It was a collar. A constant reminder that he owned me even when he was not in the same room. I hated it with every part of me. I wanted to rip it off, throw it across the room, and crush it under my foot. But I knew I could not do that yet. David would notice immediately, and that would only make things more dangerous for everyone.
I walked to the mirror and stared at my reflection. The necklace looked beautiful on the outside. Elegant and expensive. But to me it felt like a chain around my throat. I touched the pendant aga
