Mia stared at the woman standing in the middle of the room, who nervously looked back. "No." she snapped, turning away. "But, Miss...you must. It has to be fitted properly in order for you to be at Mr Kazakov's side later this evening." Mia's glare could have frozen an erupting volcano. "I will not be chained like some animal so he can parade me around his murdering bastard friends." Mia growled, pointedly ignoring the gold collar and chained leash the woman was holding in her hands.
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