Humiliating. Jessica's very familiar with that sort of thing and she wishes she wasn't. She wishes she could forget the humiliation and degradation that she'd already suffered but also, what could be worse than that?

She glances down at the leather collar that's hanging loosely from the tips of her fingers, jaw tight.

"I think I'll take my chances." For the moment. Maybe she'll change her mind. But she can't make herself put the collar on. She knows that she'd lose what's left of her sanity if she tried. "What sort of shit do they do to you if you don't obey their rules?"

Asking because she's both curious and wondering what might happen to her if she confuse to refuse their requests.