Hector Celsus's Mansion

[PaleZander]

*~Welcome~*

Here be the mysterious and secluded mansion of Hector Celsus, surrounded by nothing but lush rolling hills. A fragrant scent from nearby flowering trees flies on the breeze, and the sun shines happily...oblivious to the dark and sinister acts that occur inside the old mansion.  

[TigerTrouble]

Ciara walked calmly along, two guards flanking her side fully armed and alert. She was beyond the part of being dragged along the floor trying to deny the events taking place. It would benifit no-one and it only shows weakness to all that walks past. Her gaze is fixed on nothing but it sees everything analyzing it all. She kept her head down not as a command but as a means to avoid catching to much attention. The steel chains annoying her as it rubbed against her neck and hands. It prevented her from shifting and made her skin crawl with frustration.
"Just look at your new home girl. Better behave yourself or this time you will get killed. They say He is quite the master." The guard on her left said smiling at his sudden comment.
Ciara kept walking making no acknowledgement of hearing him at all except for the light smile on her lips. He spoke up but she could feel the tension in his body. He was afraid of her.
When they reached the steps to the front door she lifted her head for the first time. Her face was a picture of disgust but kept her thoughts to herself. She awaited her new master.  

[PaleZander]

He gazed at the pack of three through a narrow window beside the front door, eagerly anticipating the arrival of his new slave. Inside, Hector was a giddy as a child on Christmas day but his cold, angular face wouldn't show it. A slight breeze caught the girl's hair and gracefully blew it around, reminding the man behind the door of how much he wanted to run his long, thin fingers through it. Of course he'd want to grab it and abuse it like every other part of the slave, but that part could wait. Right now, he had to greet the guards.

One of Hector's leather-clad icy hands grabbed the door handle and ever so slowly opened it, making a show of the tall, thin inhabitant of the mansion. The dark magenta eyes in his head made contact with the guardsmen, and his lips parted to speak. "Good day to you, gentlemen." his voice was deep, dark and rather stern, giving off a foreboding feeling to the listeners.  

[TigerTrouble]

Ciara looked up into the eyes of her master keeping her gaze to his in a manner of spite. Slaves where deemed unworthy to make any eye contact with a master and that fuelled her more. She stood in front of him with her head held high her eyes sweeping over his body. It was when he spoke that she realized the change, he did not feel the same nor did his mansion and as his voice carried across the area she had to suppress the urge to flinch. With a fast motion she yanked at the chains that held her hands making a racket as it shook. It was a futile try but it gave her a level of satisfaction to see the guards squirm to get a tighter hold.
"Good day Sir. We have come to deliver this slave to you personally. She comes with kind regards from our Sire." One of the guards said his voice wavering slightly as he spoke. They stood back slightly leaving Ciara to her new owner and being careful to stay away from him.  

[PaleZander]

A quiet "Tsh" escaped from Hector's mouth at the sight of the slave struggling against the chains that bound her. 'Pathetic.' he thought to himself, 'Simply pathetic.'. He could see the spite in the girl's eyes, clear as day. She definitely had some fight in her. With his sight fixated on her, he retrieved a small black velvet pouch from one of his coat pockets. Holding it delicately between his thumb and forefinger, he flicked it towards the nearest guard with the words, "I believe this will be enough to cover my expenses.". The bag was heavily laden with gold pieces.

Hector's analytical eyes scanned every inch of the new slave, taking in her every feature. His eyes seemed to pierce her very soul with their intensity. Oh how he would enjoy abusing her luxurious skin, leaving every kind of scratch, bruise, cut and wound you could imagine. Honestly, he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.  

[TigerTrouble]

The guard caught it with ease his eyes rather wide as he weighed the worth in his hand. The two glanced at each other uncertainly and with a nod came to an conclusion. The one stepped forward to hand the chain to the master rather relieved just to get rid of her. He smiled and bowed slightly then stepped aside.
"Most appreciated Sir. We will leave her to you then." The guard said speaking rather fast.
Ciara watched the transaction with disgust. She hated the mere thought of it. She wanted to lash out but kept her temper under calm control. She ignored the watchful eyes of her new master looking around for future escapes and even possible weapons. He was after all only another. Everyone has a weakness and it was her job to exploit it then use it to her benefit. Her gaze travelled back to his a feeling of unease flooded over her.  

[PaleZander]

The chain in his hand was gripped firmly, not daring to give the girl any chance for escape. His bright, calculating eyes caught her glancing around the property. 'This desperate thing's probably looking for a way out already. Smart.' he thought to himself. When her eyes once again locked in on his, Hector could feel the tension and anxiety radiating from her. He genuinely made her feel uncomfortable. Good.

Although it was a rather nice day out, Hector knew he had to retreat back into his house. He gave the guards a slight nod, "Good day." he simply stated. A light tug was given to the chain, beckoning the new slave to follow him inside through the open door.  

[TigerTrouble]

Ciara felt the tug on her chain her eyes narrowing dangerously suppressing the urge to want to growl.
"I'm not a domestic dog that can be led about by a chain." Ciara watched him for his response speaking the words softly but with certainty and hatred. Her voice felt strange after the lack of use making her sound different. she never needed to speak in most occasions which made her voice rather rough than the silky tone her previous master loved. A few strands of silver blue hair fell over her face and with a graceful manner she took it away from her eyes her slender fingers lightly touching her soft features.  

[PaleZander]

The bright magenta eyes in Hector's head narrowed, giving off a dangerous aura. He would not tolerate such defiance right out of the gate. He gently pulled on the chain one more time and uttered something to the girl on the other end of it. "You're right...you're not just some domestic dog. You're less than that." the chain in in his hand was yanked with such force, the slave lost her balance and face-planted onto the warm, sun-drenched ground. "Now, you can regain some of your dignity and follow me, or I'll drag you inside like the animal you are." his voice still radiating a sense of menace.  

[TigerTrouble]

Ciara fell forward barely catching herself with her bound hands as she reached the ground. She stayed down sitting on her knees her head bowed down with her hair falling over her face. Her eyes where narrowed and she felt sick to the bone of how low she let herself go but even more so of letting herself get overpowered by this monster.
"I will show you what this animal can do to the likes of you" Ciara muttered under her breath saying the words like acid in her mouth. She rose to her feet gathering herself. She needed to shift her body wanted it with such a force it made her bones ace. She wanted to feel the strength and power of deadly jaws snapping bone with ease and tasting the blood in her mouth. His blood. But the fact remained that she was bound and in a weakened state. He was much more powerful than she realized and he will drag her. Straightening up she started walking in behind him her gaze averted to the floor.  

[PaleZander]

A small grunt emanated from Hector's throat, expressing his distaste he had for the slave mumbling to herself. "If you have something to say, girl, say it to my face." he grumbled between her teeth, clearly a bit grumpy. The two of them finally entered through the doorway and into a sitting room, the big bay windows allowing warmth and sunlight to flow into the area. There were a couple of plush chairs and a couch, clearly originating from an ornate time in the past. A detailed Persian rug sprawled across the light beige carpet. Hector closed the door behind them and led the girl behind him into the room, and then gracefully seated himself onto one of the armchairs. "You may sit at my feet." he commanded. There was no way he'd let her seat herself on his furniture...not until she earned that privilege.  

[TigerTrouble]

Walking behind him Ciara let herself marvel at the room she entered her curiosity and well trained eyes making sure she takes in all the detail. He had good taste but she pushed the thought out of her mind before it could take root. His voice flooded her senses and she looked at him sitting down on his armchair. Her eyes travelled along his body from his dark hair to his piercing gaze. She might as well start to make recognising of her master. She hated following orders and wanted to react in anyway that would flare his temper but felt rather tired after the journey. Her eyes travelled along the chain up to his hand analyzing the length then she bent down and sat down on the rug. She sat as far away as the chain would allow letting it strain between them. There was no way she would sit at his feet. She pulled her legs close to her body then crossed it her hands on her lap.
"What is your purpose in this?" She spoke up her voice demanding as she spoke.  

[PaleZander]

It was clear to Hector that she was purposefully being defiant, not daring to get any closer to him than she had to. He'd have to remedy that...later. Right now, he was curious to get to know his new slave, to find out what makes her tick, so to speak. She obviously had pride...even the way she sat and spoke gave off a sense of dignity. That was something he'd have to fix too.

"My purpose?" he responded in his intimidating deep voice, "Hmmm...tell you what: how about we play a little game? You follow a command I give you, and I'll answer a question. How does that sound?". He ended the question with a tell-tale smirk. Playing games with his prey was one of his favorite things. Not unlike how a cat plays with a mouse it caught.  

[TigerTrouble]

Ciara smiled up at her master but her eyes where cold.
"I have a better idea, why don't you just answer what I ask and save both of us the trouble" she spoke sweetly her voice carrying a hint of challenge as she looked directly to him. Her eyes shone knowing she was pushing him to far with her defiance. The easy thing to do was to just take his little game and she would get her answers but that meant she would have to give in to his will. Her body stiffened ready this time for anything he would do. She won't fall weakly before him again.  

[PaleZander]

It was clear that this girl wouldn't be covering up her defiant nature any time soon, especially in the way she spoke to him. Hector's grip on the leash tightened in preparation for his next move. A dark scowl made it's appearance on his face, showing just how angry he was. Through gritted teeth, he spoke in a dark tone, one that felt foreboding to the girl's ears. "I'm trying to be nice, slave." he gave a powerful tug on the leash, showing the girl what her place was. He was the one with the power, not her. "Either play my game..." he leaned forward, whispering harshly to the lady on the ground, "...or there will be consequences.".