It was not surprising to the Colonel that his mutt still did not yet comprehend that he was owned. A dog as arrogant as North would need more than one show of dominance to submit to his betters. Perhaps if their conversation over comms had not happened, Alejandro would have been more forgiving, in that he would have not tracked North all the way down to a church in order to do as he planned. As it was, however, Alejandro was not a forgiving beast, much less after being directly challenged by a lesser. One thing was certain, however: he would not stop until North learned his place.
That mission, along with the flagrant disrespect, was the reason the Colonel held a collar in his hands. A hopeful man might have thought a physical reminder of his position would encourage North to bend the knee to his master, though Alejandro knew the truth. North would likely rip the leather collar off of his neck and continue to rebel, though this suited the Colonel’s sadistic impulses just fine. Punishment was more enjoyable than complete submission and he expected nothing but vehement resistance from the Major he was now closing in on.
He ignored the scent of fresh blood. There was only one he was concerned with. A growl left his lips when he stood a medium distance away from his dog: a wordless threat. He would wait before he spoke, wishing for North to see the collar meant for him. It was clenched tightly in his fist as his anger began to fester. The most violent parts of him wished to attack, but he staved them off if only because he enjoyed their verbal back and forth. Finally, when he decided the silence no longer suited him, Alejandro spoke.
“Major Sigurd,” he sneered, “I warned you, though it seems you need another physical reminder that you are mine.” It was then he held up the collar in front of him so that there was no misinterpreting his intentions.
“Kneel now and I might just forgive you.” Doubtful, but he did so enjoy lying.
Posted 08-01-2021, 12:13 AM
Take Me to Church
