Chains are not what bind the heart (Open to one male)

Lick_My_Kitty

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Slave...Just the sound of the word sends chills down the spine's of man. Weather it be chills of lust, sympathy, want, or need, the same feeling seems to be there. There is a city that is the hubb of most of the slave trading action. In the center of town, there's a small market. To a normal person just passing through, nothing would seem amiss. Vender's shouting at one another, other people bustling through. Though if one would scratch just below the surface, they would find that there was a whole nother world, a world of slave's and master's, just waiting to be seen.

Riza, was one of those slaves.

She had grown up with her mother in a small town right near London. When her father passed away, her mother was destraught and the two of them were thrust into poverty, not to mention her mother had a new tendincy to become ill. To bring in money, her mother became a prostitute, leaving Riza alone most of the time. Suddenly, her mother remarried. And in short, Riza and her stepfather didnt get along, and with her mother's illness it didnt make her treatment any better. One day, when Riza was about twelve, her mother died, leaving Riza alone with her stepfather to deal with. Due to Riza's disobiedant personality, he sold her into slavery, saying she was better off there, that her habbits would be broken.
Riza has yet to be broken.

The main building of the market place was a dark, dank, musty old place. Cages had been brought in, crouding the walls, some even hanging from the celings. Sounds of shuffleing were heard from outside the market, sounds of something near a struggle. The front door whipped open, and as it did, three men pushing foreward a single woman were seen. The girl growled softly as the men pushed her in, the chains that bound her wrists and the leash that was attatched to the collar around her neck clinked wildly as she fought to free herself of the three men. Her long, raven black hair fanned out wildly behind her. Her light blue eyes glinted in desperation for her own freedom.

Riza had been here many times before, usually, a man would take her, and within a week she would be back. To say the least, Riza was not too fond of this arrangement. And as one might have guessed, Riza's plan did not go as well as she had hoped.

She elbowed one of the men in the stomach, followed by a heaving cough from him. His eyes bulged as he fell to the floor. Apparently Riza had aimed her blow a little too low. To their comerads falling, the other two let go of the women, ready to help the other. As soon as their grip was released, Riza dashed for the door.

Riza was greeted by the hard, muscular chest of the market keeper. Her eyes grew wide, then narrowed as he grabbed her wrist as she lashed out at him. With a bit of a smile, the man pulled Riza's arm behind her back, and started walking her calmly towards the wall to which her usual bindings resided. Riza went without much of a fight. For she knew that there was no getting out of this now. She was surprized her punishment wasn't worse. This thought dissapeared once she saw the guards smirks. Apparently, their punishment for her would start once the market keeper left her be.

Riza was bound, her legs and feet with heavy chains, though the market keeper was nice enough to give her slack enough to move a few feet. Enough for her to get food and water. She sat against the wall in a huff, her eyes on the floor and her hands holding her legs to her chest. This comfort was not long lasting. As soon as she looked up, the three guards were standing in front of her, smug smiles lacing their lips. The chains around her wrists tightened as her arms were hauled above her head, pain shooting along her spine. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip gently, doing her best to keep her discomfort to herself. It was only after the men left, that she let out a soft whimper, her body writhing gently against the wall every now and again. She cursed silently under her breath, wishing that she had gone without as much of a fight as she had. This did her no good now.



(I'm looking for a man to play Riza's master in this. This is my first SRP that I've posted up, so please PM me if there's something I should change or if you are interrested in the role. Please if you are interrested, no one-liners, please post at least a paragraph or two, I usually do the same :D Thank you)
 
The door to the room opened and a man on a cell phone walked in talking on it as he stepped into the dark room, the only light coming from the hanging light in the middle of the room. He was dressed in a dark blue or maybe it was a black suit, the lighting in the room wasn't all that great. His hair was cut short and the red tie fixed neatly to his coller. "Yes I understand... But you must understand my point of view..." He said to the preson on the other end, His voice calm and relaxed. "If the shipment is more then an hour late....." He removed the dark sunglasses he had been wearing and hung them on the front of his suit pocket and pulled the phone slightly away from his ear. "It won't be my ass on the line." He said and flipped the phone shut and put it behind the sunglasses in his front pocket.

The door shut behind him as soon as he hung up the phone. He stepped into the light and looked at the woman chained to the wall. His brown eyes did a once over of her. "So your the trouble maker.." He said it outload instend of thinking it, he had seen the reports, and the return tickets. He was tall, probably about 6'2" or 6'3" with black hair and a bright smile. He was well built but not some muscle head over the top body builder. The smile, one he put on when he would meet new people for the first time. He kept his cool as he stepped closer to the woman, he stopped and glaned down at her food bowl and water dish. And for a split second he look annoyed.

He turned and wated back to the door and knocked on it lightly, the sound of the rapping on the metal echoing in the room. A moment later the door opened and the man looked up at the man in the suit. Words were exchanged but in all but a whisper, and soon the door shut and the man walked back looking at the girl chained to the wall. "Now my dear, you've caused a lot of trouble here, I've read the reports and I've come to ask you.." He stepped into the light, right under the light again. "My company has invested in this little operation here, and you've cost us a great deal of money with your... How should I put it?" He turned and thought for a moment, before looking at her again. "Antics.." He said and took a step closer to her. "Why should we not just simply kill you?" He asked, he grinned, not like the smile he had before, this grin, was scary. It could have been the light, but the look on his face said he ment every word of what he just said to her.
 
Riza only glared at the man, her dark eyes saying it all. 'Bite me.' She needn't exchange words for that and other obscenities to string from her line of understanding to his. She knew all too well who this man was, personally she was shocked that he even showed his face here, considering he had the market keeper do most of his dirty work for him. The two of them sat in silence for a moment longer, her glare met by his cool exterior. She vowed to break that soon enough.

Finally, the sound of her chains clinking broke the silence as she leaned foreword, a smile replacing her rather vicious expression. “Oh sir do excuse me for that.” She cooed in a rather innocent voice. “I have no idea what I was thinking, acting up like that.” Her smile quickly faded and her glare returned. “How about we stick you in these for a week,” She said motioning to her shackles. “And see if you’re not a tad bit ticked.” With that, she leaned over and spat on the floor beside the man. She knew she was just asking to be punished, but for now, she really didn’t care.

She leaned back against the wall finally, having said her two cents on the matter.

“Besides…” She purred, her legs crossing over one another in front of her. “Killing me would not only get you in trouble, but it would just be an easy way out for me now wouldn’t it?” She chuckled a bit. “Are the lot of you that intimidated by a slave who refuses to be broken like you wish…?” She asked in a soft tone, her smile once more, leaving her pale visage.

Silence once more loomed over the two of them, heavy and thick just like the tension had. “I’m just a waist of your time…” She said finally, looking off to the side, shifting her position against the wall every once and a while. “Do with me what you will and be on your way…”
 
The man smiled. "You think by killing you we'd lose something?" He asked, almost mocking Riza. "You girl have been nothing but a money sink hole since your step dad sold you to us... If I had known then you would be a trouble maker I would have sold you as parts instend of as a whole... Your Organs would fetch a nice price on the black market after all." He said and turned to take a call as his cell phone rang him.

"Speaking....... I'm a bit busy at the moment... Can it wait? Ok I'll give you a call later." He hung up the phone. "Well now where were we?" He looked at the Riza again. "Yes now I remember. No not intimidated my dear, annoyed... You've gone through how many owners now? And silence or give back how much money? And what of the costs of keeping you here?" He asked and turned and walked back toward the door, and then turned around and looked at her again from across the room. "Your just not selling and at this point your losing us money by just being alive.... But I can fix that, and yes it is the easy way out for you..." He stapped back to stand right under the light in the main room. He reached into his his suit and pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. "Anything left to say?" He asks.
 
Riza let out a soft, suttle growl, though it slowly died away, and silence hung between the two. She knew that this was coming sooner or later; she just hoped that it would be quick. Her eyes slowly moved from the barrel of the gun, to the floor, her form gently and nervously shifting against the wall. The long silence was only broken when the man asked her if she had anything else to say, and to this, she slowly turned her gaze to him, a light smirk on her lips. “Yeah…I got something to say to you…” She said with a bit of a hollow chuckle. “Go to hell.”

She knew she should get shot just for saying that, though she still hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a part of this man that would show her mercy. She wouldn’t blame him for shooting her, though she figured that punishment would be better then what this hell hold held for her in the near future. She could see it from the look in the store keeper’s eye. If this man didn’t harm her, the store keeper would be sure to have some fun with that later on this evening.

She could hear her own heart pounding in her ears. Each second seemed to be passing like hours, though still no shot rang out through these long corridors of the market. She slowly and hesitantly opened one tightly closed eye, peering at the man through her long dark hair that shadowed out her visage like a curtain. She wasn’t sure what the man was going to do, nor did she know what he was doing now. Her vision was obscured, though she was sure that whatever was going to happen, wasn’t going to be pleasurable for her. Not in the least.
 
The man smiled after hearing the girls reply. "If that's it then.." He said and pulled the trigger twice. The sound of the gun fire sounded almost as one shot, but it didn't matter, the first shot tore through her left shoulder and the 2nd just to the left of the first bullet. The man lowered the gun and returned to the door and knocked on it. The door opened and a man stuck his head in, the man who held the gun pointed to Riza and then left the room. The door swung open and what looked to be a doctor walked into the room and over to Riza. "I guess the shock hasn't let her scream just yet..." he said as he knelt down next to Riza, the man who had opened the door stood in the door with a rifle pointed at her, just in case she tried something. The Doctor didn't do anything but glance at the wonds Riza had, instend he recovered the bloody bullets in the wall and put each one in a bag and set them in his small medical bag. He then kneeled there and waited for Riza to scream and cry and maybe even thrash around before treating her.

The man stood at the front deck with the shop owner. "It's done, she's dead, go ahead and get a body ready... The timer on the suitcase of money will unlock in about 2 hours, you can get your money then." He said and turned to leave.

Outside his limo was waiting for him and a woman stood holding the door open for him. "Lets go, we have a few stops to make before we head home... And also tell them to have her locked in the room I have set aside for him when I get there or they will wish they were dead..." He said and got in. The woman nodded and closed the door, before returning to go inside the shop as the limo drove off. She went to go check on how the master's new toy was doing.
 
Riza would not scream, and she would not cry. As the bullets tore through her flesh she winced, tears lacing her eyes. She clenched the chains that held the shackles around her wrists and her body lay there trembling. After a few moments of silence and the doctor staring at her, she gasped, her breath's heavy and ragid. Still though, she would not cry out. Riza had experienced pain much worse then this, though in a way, she wished he would have aimed a few inches more to the right.

After a moment, she looked up to the man before her, tears streaming down her cheeks and neck, making dark stains on the already dark floor. "Go ahead doc." She said through clenched teeth, her body trembling with pain. "Do what you need to....I'll be fine....." She said softly, her head tilting back towards the floor, her eyes closing tightly. As the doctor was tending to her wounds, a woman walked in, a coy smirk along her lips as she stared down at Riza. Riza eyed her and then scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "Like what you see?" She asked, motioning to the wound that the woman was looking over. Riza didn't like being stared at, and this polocy certainly applied to her.

"My master sent me." The woman said in a quiet tone. "He said that after the doctor had patched the wound that he had delt, that you be taken back to his home. It resides on an island not far from here." Her voice was so calm, though behind her back, she was already preparing a seringe, knowing that Riza would not go without a fight.

"That was your master!?" Riza cried, her eyes widening and her body flinching lightly at the last few stitches from the doctor. "To hell I'm going with that man!" Riza near screamed, her eyes glaring right up into the other woman's.

"That's what he said you would say..." The woman said with a sigh. She pulled out the saringe from behind her back, and walked over to Riza, kneeling down in front of her. "It's in your best intrests not to resist the man, he gets very...difficult if challenged." With that, the needle was burried into Riza's arm, and her vision was becomming faint and blurry. The next thing she knew, everything went black.


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Riza's eyes blinked rapidly, sunlight making her squint. Her sourroundings were soft and silk like, and for a moment, she was shocked. Quickly, she sat up, her eyes wide. She was placed in a large room, and was seated in a rather large, four poster bed. It was really a lovley room, though for her, she was more confused then anything. The only thing she knew was that she wanted out.
 
The room was nice, nothing like a slave's room should look like, but still it smelled of sex, and there was little else in the room outside of the bed. There were two doors in the room, one probably lead to a bathroom, and the other lead out, there were no windows of any kind, and all the air vents were to small for her to fit in.

A moment later the door opened and the man steped in wearing only his boxers. "So what do you think of your new room?" He asked. and was followed by the woman from the shop, she was dressed in a sexy red V sling swim suit and had on a leash a girl, much like Riza, a slave. The woman handed the leash to her mater and left thr room closing the door behind her. The man looked down at the girl and motioned with his head for her to stand, and she did. She was naked other then the coller and leash, black ball gag. The man then looked at Riza.

"So we will start your training today.... Sadly the chance of both of you leaving this room in an hour is probably slim to none.." He said and smiled as he watched Riza. "Of you Riza may leave this room any time you wish, but if you do, this poor girl here will die, and not a swift death, a long painful death because you left with out hearing me out, and playing my game.." He said and smiled at Riza.
 
Riza stared up to the man, her eyes wide. Fear struck her, and the thoughts and memories of all the other's hit her like a wave. She forced herself to the head-board of the bed, her fingers clenching the covers tightly and her form curling up agiainst the bed. Her hands moved to her head, her fingers threading through her hair. "Just go away...." She murmured softly to herself, her eyes closing and her forehead slipping to her knees. "Please just go away..."

The thoughts that were clouding her mind were not fond ones. She herself had been like the other woman on the other end of that leash. She didn't want to go back to that, for she knew that submitting to his want's and needs like this would only cause her more pain. Her body trembled lightly agianst the side of the bed as she held herself there, her eyes closed tight, her nails digging into her flesh.

Riza didn't know what to do, she knew she would not leave, for this woman, she didn't want her to be killed. Riza didn't know what kind of man this was...she didn't want to know. It was painful enough for her just being in this room with him, hearing his voice. Just this sent painful chills down her spine. Once more, she found herself trapped in another man's web, much like a butterfly in a spider's web.

She hated this feeling. This feeling of helplessness. Of being at another man's mercy. To be inflicted with pain, to be drilled with pleasure with the passion of a lover, then to be left alone for that lover to be pleasured by another. She didn't want this agian.

Silence clung heavy at the air, save for the soft whimpers issuing from Riza's lips. Riza was far from broken...But at the same time, she was far from healed.
 
The smile on the man's face faded for a moment and he walked over to her with the other girl in tow. He stood at the edge of the bed and looked at Riza. "So what will you do? will you play my game or be forced to watch the horror tape of this girls death?" He asked, the other girl said nothing, but it was clear she was scared, but she feared not speak and be punished for it.

He looked at the girl and back to Riza, he reached down and with out any warning jammed two fingers from his left hand up the girls pussy, and moved them around, the girl throw her head back, but again said nothing. Try as she might she started to feel good and it showed on her face. After a few moments he pulled his fingers out, and a sting of her wetness followed his fingers for a moment.

"Come over here and like my fingers clean.." He ordered, he pulled on the leash and teh girl made a chocking sound as she had to stands on the tips of her toes so shecould breath, he had wraped the leash around his right hand and was now pulling it above her head, any high and the girl would probably not be able to keep breathing.
 
The sound of the woman choking made Riza flinch, though she stayed right where she was. There were a few more moments where the only sound was that of the other woman, but finally, Riza spoke, though it was quiet and hushed. "Just stop...." She said softly, her head tilting off to the side, her eyes still closed tightly. "Can't you see she's in pain...!?" She said this a bit louder, her voice trembling to hold back her own sobs.

Finally, her fiary gaze met his, her breath's rigid and ragged, her body still trembling gently from where she sat. "I wont leave...But...This isn't a game..." She said quietly, barley above a whisper. "I wont treat it as a game...No matter how much that might be a pleasure to you..." Her eyes looked to the silken covers that laced the bed, and her hands moved to wrap around her legs, hugging her legs to her chest. "For god sakes let her go!" She cried, her eyes closing tightly.

She half expected to be struck at, to be lashed out at for speaking like that. Her tight grasp on her legs sent her shoulder to throbbing once more, and little crimson flowers started to appear on the pure white cloth that served as a bandage for the bullet wounds. She stay where she was, trembling gently, tears clinging to the edges of her eyes, her long black hair draping over her face, shadowing out most emotion from the rest of them.
 
"This game is to teach you a lesson... I don't want to have to kill her, She's done nothing wrong and has been a good girl since coming to this house.." The man tugged on her leash a little more. "We live in a world where we can't always have our way......"He said. "I know this all too well my dear Riza.... But I have to make you learn one way or another..." He told himself as he looked at the scared girl on the leash, she was still on the tips of her toes and grabbing lightly at her coller.

"So you will let her die because your to scared to do anything? Because your feel your will or pride is above this girls life? Can you live with the fact that because or your actions... Or rather lack of action this girl will die?"He asked her. Maybe this was not a good way to go about this, but how else can he teach her? Even if he tried to become friends with her, he would first need to get her to at least talk to him, and the way she was before, she'd sooner die then do that, and he understood that, but how far would he have to go to get through to her?

"Last chance Riza.... Come here and lick her juices, or she dies..." He said, his tone was one that gave no room for the answer no, the girl was in a near panic now and looked at Riza. "Please!" She gasped although the ball gag was in her mouth the word could still be heard. She reached out a hand to Riza, her other hand trying her damnest to get the coller off before she was killed.
 
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Riza, with wide eyes, slowly sunk to the floor in front of the man. She kneeled in front of him, her hands moving to her knees, her nails digging into the flesh of her thighs. Slowly, she leaned over, her lips seperating and her tongue slowly licking along the man's fingers. She closed her eyes tightly, her body gently trembling beneith the man's form. She couldn't let that woman die for her...She had done nothing wrong, and the way Riza saw it, this act was worth saving the woman's life. She slowly pulled back, a string of saliva connecting the tips of his fingers to the tip of her tongue, her breath's deep and slow.

After licking the man's fingers near clean, Riza moved back to kneel on the floor, her eyes looking off to the side, her gaze rather distant and sad. She hated herself for doing that, but knew that she had spared the woman that was at the end of the man's leash. She really didn't know what to do. She felt her own will being stripped from her, her want being molded into his want. She hated it.

She looked to the man in front of her, to the woman, then back to the floor. There wasn't much to do now, she had done what he had asked, and now, it was his turn to let the other woman go.
 
He let go and the girl fell to her kneels hacking a bit, rubbing her throat some. She didn't stay down for long before the man removed the ball gag and tossed it aside. "That's enough for today... Are you hungry?" He asked Riza, the other girl kneeled on the floor and looked a bit out of it, probably a little dizzy from lack of oxygen.

He didn't wait for the answer and turned to leave. "It's almost dinner lets go, Your did good Riza..." He said the last part softly as he opened the door to the room and left, he left it open!

The other girl looked and watched as he left and then turned to Riza, and gave her a kiss on the cheek and wiped away a few of her tears with a soft hand. She got up and headed for the door and turned to look back at Riza. "I'm sorry.." She said in all but a whisper and left leaving Riza sitting next to the bed.
 
Riza sunk back to her bed. She would not leave. She would not eat. She feared she couldn't right now. She curled up on the silken covers of the bed, pulling them over her head and taking one of the pillows, hugging it tightly to her chest. She couldn't leave. That was part of his game...wasn't it? She burried her head into the pillow, hugging it tightly, much like a child would. She curled up against it, soft sobs sounding from her lips. This was the first time she had cried in a very long time...It left her feeling vounerable.

Her shoulders heaved gently in her rapid, uneven breaths, her sobs soft, barly even audiable against the fabric of the pillow. The woman's soft touch at wiping away her tears was all she needed...That's all she wanted. Her form trembled gently from under the covers, her warm tears staining the fabric of the sheets and pillows.

Her black hair fanned out from above the edge of the blanket, fanning out around the other few pillows that were there laying strewn across the rather large bed. She figured this was a rather pitiful sight, being deminished to this after what she had said before, the fight she had put up.
 
Hours pasted and the door to the room never closed, and some time went by before someone pulled the covers off her. The girl from before was standing next to the bed with a tray of food. "I've brought you some food.." She said in a whisper.

The small camera in the room watched as the girl took the tray into Riza. He sat naked in a hidden room watching on the large screen. He sat and watched to see what would happened, he pushed her today, but hopefully things would get better.

The girl set the tray down on the other thing in the room a night stand. "Are you ok? Her soft voice asked as she kneeled on the bed next to Riza.
 
Riza shook her head slowly, her distent look still clouding over her glazed eyes. "No..." She said in a soft voice, blinking every once and a while. "...I'm not..." She looked over to the woman, sitting up a bit. "I....I don't know what I'm doing......" She said softly, her form sitting up once more, her head moving to her knees. "He's just like everyone else..." She said in a soft voice, her arms holding her legs to her chest tightly. "But...it's worse....he know's just where my limits are....."

She looked over to the woman once more, biting her lower lip gently. "I don't want to break....." Her nails picked gently at one another as she looked around the room, her form curling up a bit tighter against herself. "How do you do that...?" She asked softy, her eyes staring at the sheets once again. "How do you let him do these things to you...?"

Riza shook her head gently, looking back to her once more. "Thank you...." She said softly, motioning to the tray. "But...you shouldn't have brought that...I don't want you being punished for doing something like this..." She said in a quiet voice. Though she was thankful that the woman had brought her that, she feared that the man would have their heads if he knew that she had. For once agian, she didn't want to test his boundries, lest he feel the need to bring harm to anyone else for her own acts. She couldn't handle that.
 
She looked at Riza and smiled. "I have a good life... For the most part I can do what I want on the island." She said and hopped off the bed and then got the tray and got back on the bed. "I was a lot like you when I first got here... But things changed.." She said.

"And don't worry about the food.. Master wouldn't want you to want you to go hungry... He's a nice man if you give him the chance." She said and spead her legs and ran her finger over her pussy. "Please don't think baddly of master....." She said as she fingered herself.
 
Riza nodded a bit to what she was saying, the woman touching herself really served no arousal to Riza at this point, her mind was on other things. She gently toyed with the fork that sat next to the plate on the tray, her other arm still holding her legs close to her chest. "I haven't seen anything from this man other than what he did to me and what he had done earlier....I don't take being shot at lightly, and that was just low..." She said in a quiet tone, her stomach gurgling quietly. "I won't think well of a man who has given me nothing but two bullet wounds and a breakdown..."

She gently lifted the glass of water to her lips, taking a soft sip, then setting the glass down on the tray once more, her eyes gazing at the glossy liquid splashing at the glass. "How can someone be that heartless...?" She whispered to herself, her fingers picking at a few things on the tray, then returning to her legs to pull them in close to her chest, her head resting on her knees, watching the woman in front of her, in turn with staring off into space.
 
The girl stopped and was a bit taken back, but she did know where she was coming from. "Master has his ways... I can't say I fully understand them myself..." She said as she looked at Riza. "But master has given me a better life here then anyone else I had been bought by... Maybe I am a slave to him.. But.." She looked to the door and then back to Riza. "If not for Master I would be dead now..." She said. She moved next to Riza, and sat next to her, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her arms on her knees and then resting her head on her arms to look at Riza. "What would you do if you were free? Track down the good for nothing parents who sold you? Try to live a normal life? Or would you like to be on the run for the rest of your life hunted down like a animal?" She asked.

He watched from the control room as the two talked. He knew what she said was true, but still. "Life isn't always what it seems to be Riza..." He said softly, they couldn't hear him but he almost wished they could. For the moment he'd let things be, He had a meeting soon and wouldn't be done till late, but that night or tomorrow he'd try to talk to Riza again.
 
Riza looked over to the other woman. All in all, the two of them really wernt all that differint from one another. It let Riza relax a bit, knowing at least someone here would let her speak. "I don't really think tracking down my step father would be pleasurable in any way for me...My mother was dead when he sold me....but...I can't hold him responcible for the way things turned out....even if my fate of being here." She looked over to her, letting out a soft, rather content sigh. "I would want to live normally...though anymore...I'm not really sure what normal is..." She paused for a moment, her eyes blinking slowly. "The sad thing is....no matter how much I fight or hate it...I would be right back where I am now if I had the choice to leave...I don't have a life other then this..."

There was silence between the two of them. Riza shook her head gently and sighed once more. "I just don't know..." She said quietly, taking another sip of her water. "I don't think he brought me here to be broken...or because he wanted to...I think he might have just so he can stop paying my bills...." She knew this was a rather dark outlook on things, but at the moment, that's the way she saw it. "I don't want to become another man's play thing..."
 
The girl next to her looked at Riza and smiled. "If Master didn't want to pay your bills he would have killed you outright..." She said, looking at her and then around the room and then to the door. "I know the food doesn't look all that great right now, but that's because no one was in the kitchen at the time and so I had to make this myself for you.." She said and poked the food on the plate. "I'm not that good of a cook ya know.." She added, not all that happy with the way the food had come out. "Still it's got to be better then what they gave you to eat in the shop...." She added.

The other girl got off the bed and stood between the bed and the door and looked at Riza. "How about I show you around? It's still light out I think." She said and looked back toward the door for a moment.
 
Riza's eyes followed the woman's form as she rose and walked form the bed. She smiled a bit to her comment about her cooking and let out a soft, almost in-audiable laugh. "Oh, its more then alright, I probebly can't do much better then what they make in the shop anyway. This is a very very nice relief." She said softly as she put down the fork once more on the tray. She didn't know weather to follow the woman or stay where she was. Staying in the room was part of the little game her new master seemed to be playing, was it not?

"Wait..." Riza said, finally voicing her thoughts. "He said that if I leave..." She didn't finish that thought, instead she shook her head quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed, realeasing her legs and finally breaking that, one of many, phisical barriers. "If I go...won't you catch hell for it...?" She asked softly, her eyes blinking a few times. "I don't want you being punished for something that I've done...." Her eyes looked off to the floor, her hands clasping tightly on her lap. It was a bit cold in this room, and she was starting to wonder if this room was supplied with any clothing, she wanted to get out of these tattered and rather revealing things.
 
The girl smiled and shook her head. "Nah come on, Master is out for tonight... He won't be back till late, and anyway you need to take a bath and get cleaned up... Master told someone to do it... It'll be ok.." The girl told her and held her hand out even though she was standing next to the bed and Riza was still by the head-board.

He watched and smiled. "Sir... The meeting is about to begin, we must leave now.." The woman from before said. "Very well.." He replied and stood, Make sure she's cleaned up before I return." He said and left the dark room. She nodded before taking his place in the seat to watch.

The girl looked at rapped herself lightly on the head and looked at Riza. "I'm sorry... You were force to lick my juice and you don't even know my name... I'm sorry, My name is Kana... It's not my real name, but I have no love for my real name.... It was picked by my father...." She disliked her father it seems just from the tone in her voice. "Anyway... Yeah sorry about that... It was the name given to me by Master... So I've kept it." She smiled at Riza and put her hand out again.
 
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