Confused, I looked at him. "France..?" Why did he want to be called France? "Yes mon cherie, France," he said, turning to me and beckoning me to come closer with his hand. I leaned towards him, and felt him undo the leather collar around my neck. Why was he undoing it? Not knowing what to do, I simply smiled at him. "Better?" he asked, and I replied with a nod. He turned to the steering wheel, starting the car and driving away from the small house that I used to.call home.