"So that's what this is, mm?" Edward swallowed his chuckle, slick and indulgent as it was. "That's what this is, a leash. You son of a bitch, you tried to inject me!"

Eddie laughed as Norman pushed him off, he laughed and clutched onto the belt with the nanite control harder than he'd grip his life. It was the perfect gift, he thought, it was perfection. The image of Norman rolling on the filthy ground, convulsing helplessly, the very picture of Norman as a rabid dog.

Eddie scrambled off his company, stumbling away. He wanted to keep this perfect, perfect gift.