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Collar my Muse || Accepting

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♭ ♭ ♫♫♫♫ The job wasn’t one he’d picked. It had picked him like           so many other things in the world seemed to. He’d fallen           in love with someone who, for all intents and purposes in           his world, was almost impossible to reach. The boy was           the face of the very same company that employed them           both. One as a siren like voice, drawing in patronage like           sailors to the rocky shores, and the other as a shadow in           the night. Searching out those sailors who couldn’t pay           and prying what they owed from their bodies.

          ♭ ♭ ♫♫♫♫ It wasn’t a glamorous line of work. In fact it was gory and                    terrifying. But still it kept his love alive and from ever owing the                    company for the surgeries he’d needed. And it kept a habit that                    the small man had hidden from the public where it should be.                    Hidden. Much as he’d rather the other didn’t do what he did, he                    loved him dearly and would protect him to the end of days.

     ♭ ♭ ♫♫♫♫ But as he sat alone in his home, he couldn’t help the                defeated sigh that left him when he heard the chime for                his repo job. Donning his cloak and mask, he left the                building and started through the darkened city streets. He                could sense the grave robbers moving in the dingy shadows.                Could feel the layers of dirt and grime covering their cloaks                and boots. He had to remind himself that at least he wasn’t                doing that.

          ♭ ♭ ♫♫♫♫ Even if he was coated in blood and viscera by the end of the                     night, at least his work was legal. At least he didn’t keep people                     addicted. He kept his love from ending up like the stared and                     desperate fools that so loved the damnable drug he knew the                     other was addicted to.

♭ ♭ ♫♫♫♫ As he neared his target, he was reminded by the slinking           of a grave robber that he needed to check in on the one he           loved. He waited as the phone rang and watched the people           on the streets. Who knew which of them was his target. Certainly           none of them did. But he was fully aware. Fully prepared to literally           rip the still beating heart from their chest.