Capítulo 357: Prisoner's Rules

Laz was thrown into a room by himself. While it wasn't exactly well furnished, it wasn't a complete shit hole either. The bed and bedding were clean, the paint on the walls while faded wasn't cracked and there were no weird smells or anything else of the sort.

Sitting there, Laz first decided to check out the collar around his neck that was drawing in his sense when he tried to investigate it. The collar was nothing special, just a smooth and hardened leather. Looking at the small mirror over the sink in the tiny alcove that could be called a bathroom, Laz could make out a small lock that bound it closed.

'Well fuck me... this is an actual bondage collar...' Laz thought to himself, have... studied such things in the past.