[the savage]

I wait, eying you as you hurried past me. Apparently not even noticing my presence as you bolt straight to the dressing room. I hear the door slam, and the click of the lock. Jingling my keys, every single door in here can be opened simply. Strolling over like I don't have a care in the world. Even stopping to discuss the show with a few of the other performers. Your opponent tonight is staring at me, not quite buying that it was all planned. But I send her away with meaningless phrases. When the key goes in the lock and I open your door, any hopes I had of surprising you in the shower are dashed. Though you are still half naked, since your contract basically forbids clothes. Smiling, I dangle a collar from my hand, in front of your eyes. "Here's the newest piece of your costume." Kicking the door closed behind me. "It marks you as my slave. Put it on, and take the rest of that shit off."