It will not come off until I have paid his price. [ "a day or so". ] While I wear it, it heals.

[ but, Mammon! it would have fucking healed anyway, if she'd just bound her neck in a torn-up sheet! ]

Nessa. Lapochka. Please... please take me to washroom.

[ it's almost begging; like, you can imagine her begging for something nicer, in this tone. but it's still not sexy, not even with her half undressed and wearing a buckled collar for Nessa's use, because what she's begging for is the chance to wash away the blood. ]