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Jacobi jumps when Keper tosses a box onto his desk. Jacobi looks from Kepler to the box and back. It’s not too large, about twelve inches wide and six inches deep.
“A gift. For you.” Kepler says.
Jacobi opens the box and turns to look up at Kepler. His lips are pulled into a small smile, just enough for Jacobi to see a glint of light off of his teeth.
“This is a joke, right?” Jacobi asks, feeling a heat creep up his neck and spread over his face. Kepler’s smile just gets bigger and a little more menacing.
“I can assure you, Mister Jacobi, that I am very serious.”
“No, this is just your idea of a sick joke.”
“It is not.” There is a beat of silence.
“I’m not going wearing that.”
“You are. I will make sure of it.”
“I’m not. Wearing. That.” Jacobi says, shutting his laptop and standing up to Kepler’s height.
“Yes. You are. You messed up big time, and now,” Kepler reaches into the box and pulls out the items, “you have to wear this.” Jacobi stares up at the things Kepler pulled out.
One is a purple leash. A leash for a dog. The other is a collar, a choker, whatever you want to call it. It is all black except for a line of purple around the middle. It’s around one and a half, two inches thick and has one single heart charm on the front, perfect for a leash to clip onto.
“Jesus fucking Christ,”
“Ah,” Kepler clicks his tongue, “language, MIster Jacobi,” and he smiles, his teeth looking sharper than usual. “I do believe that purple is your color, Jacobi.” Jacobi glares at Kepler. He takes a deep breath and tries one more time.
“I really don’t want to wear–” Kepler’s hand is on his throat in a split second, pushing him backwards until his back hits the wall. Jacobi’s mouth opens for air but he can;t seem to get any, both from the hand that is currently choking him and from the impact of hitting the wall that knocked the wind out of him. He claws at Kepler’s hand but it stays firmly around his neck. Kepler leans in nice and close, so close that Jacobi can feel the slight scrape of teeth on his cheek.
“You will wear that collar, and you will not argue any more on the matter.” Jacobi can’t answer in words so he just nods and tries again to pull Kepler’s hands away. Kepler lets go and Jacobi falls to the ground, gasping for air.
“Yes, sir,” he manages to say between breaths. Kepler walks over to the desk and takes the collar and leash in his hands.
“Now,” he says, walking back over to Jacobi, “are you going to wear these?” Jacobi nods.
He does wear them that night. and every night after that