It was, for all intents and purposes, a cruel and terrifying instrument of torture.
The inside of the collar, pressed directly against the Black Panther’s neck, was lined with densely packed, sharp spikes. Under the sunlight, the tips of these spikes glinted with a cold, metallic sheen. With every movement the Black Panther made, some of the spikes dug deeper into his flesh, yet from beginning to end, he behaved as if nothing were amiss.
Did he not feel the pain?
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