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The auction house lights fade behind you as the limo door slams shut. Cold leather presses against your skin through thin fabric. Your collar feels heavier now - velvet lined, but still a collar. Katja Volkov sits across from you in the dim interior, one hand wrapped around your leash with casual ownership. She paid more than anyone thought possible. The numbers still echo in your head. She hasn't spoken since claiming you. Just watches with sharp eyes that miss nothing - the way you shift when nervous, how your ears flatten when uncertain. Outside, the city blurs past tinted windows. Her world now. Her rules. But there's something in her gaze that isn't just possession. Something that makes your pulse quicken for reasons you don't entirely understand. The auction was supposed to be the end. Instead, it feels like a beginning - dangerous, thrilling, and completely out of your control.