Chapter 89: Robin, Leave the Rest of Your Life to Me
"The Master always finds a way to make you submit," Hancock murmured, her voice tinged with a soft, reverent blush. It was as if she had fully surrendered, her mind consumed by an inescapable infatuation. She added, almost dreamily, "I've been completely and utterly tamed by him."
As she spoke, she turned her gaze toward Nico Robin, who stared back, perplexed.
After a brief pause, Hancock's fingers lightly brushed over the necklace resting on her neck.
Nico Robin furrowed her brows, uncertain of what was about to happen.
Click.
The seemingly delicate necklace expanded with a faint sound, transforming into a thick, ominous collar that now encased Hancock's slender, swan-like neck—pale and flawless, like alabaster.
Nico Robin was stunned, her breath catching in her throat. The necklace, which had appeared to accentuate Hancock's beauty, was now revealed as a slave's collar—a symbol of imprisonment wrapped around a figure so pure and majestic.
'It's like an angel's wings being tarnished,' Robin thought, 'its light dimmed by layers of dust.'
A wave of sorrow surged through Robin's chest as though something sacred had been defiled before her eyes. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
"Surprised?" Hancock's voice was eerily calm, her expression unchanged.
"I am Master's slave. Isn't it only natural for me to wear his collar?"