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Arabella Ashcroft had always prided herself on control—over her image, her surroundings, her very existence. So when she discovered the delicate gold collar clasped neatly around her neck, she assumed it was some absurd mistake. It had been delivered among her things, mistaken perhaps for a necklace. She had fastened it absentmindedly. The moment it clicked shut, something shifted. At first it was subtle—a strange pull, like a thought not her own. Then it grew, an undeniable compulsion urging her to leave. Not tomorrow. Not later. Now. Despite every instinct to resist, her body moved. She packed, hands trembling, and departed her pristine home without a word. The journey blurred into something dreamlike. Trains, cars, unfamiliar streets—each step guided by an invisible force she could neither understand nor fight. Her thoughts screamed in protest, but her actions obeyed something deeper, something absolute. When she finally arrived, it was somewhere foreign, isolated. The air felt wrong. Waiting there was a man she did not know. And as he spoke, calmly, expectantly, Arabella felt the final piece of the curse settle into place. She tried to refuse. She truly did. But the word “no” would never leave her lips again.