ashton.

warden/owner of slave house | 878 | master.

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his border security arrived right on time and all of the festivities were underway. he knew slaves shouldn’t have been invited deep down, but once in a great while they deserved a treat. catch was, they still weren’t off duty. if a master desired something from them then they were still rentable and usable. currently the vampire was roaming, just scanning over everyone to make sure everything was in place and there were no issues. “are you enjoying the fest?” ashton asked, ice blue eyes turning towards them slowly. whether it be a master or slave he always appreciated opinions of how something could be done differently if there was a next time. 

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lysanderxinxchains‌:

Lysander had worked for a spoiled rich kid before the fall of humanity. He had been taken for drug debts so many times. A trunk was nothing. He braced himself long says in the small trunk and it made it all much easier to handle. Of course when he got out there was still that small loss of balance. And of course the sensitivity to light. He got out and stumbled a little falling down but picking himself up. “He stared at the house. It wasn’t the first time he’d been there. Probably wouldn’t be the last. “You know if you like me you can just put a ring on me. I seem to get such special attention from you. I didn’t even do anything this time.” 

“don’t flatter yourself. i am just in the mood to torture someone and you were the first one i saw.” he said bluntly. it was rare he sought out a certain slave - usually he picked one he felt would sate his needs that day if he ran into them. lucas had been absent lately, and lysander was always a fun option too. “and you did mouth off,” he reminded, toeing off his shoes at the door once the both of them entered. “undress, everything off and folded. you know the drill.” he ordered easily, shrugging out of his suit jacket.

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10th-sfga‌:

“You should come up with better,” Franklin gestured vaguly, having forgotten the word threats. “A slow and agonizing death isn’t very intimidating.” Swaying slightly in place, the blond reached out, grabbing the edge of the desk to steady himself. “I’ve done it before, it’s actually pretty great. I got to meet a few angels. They’re really fond of geometri–” his slurred words came to a sudden stop, the smug cocky expression he was wearing quickly melted into one of confusion. He blinked, glancing around, looking very lost again. “Where am I?”

better threats? he arched a brow, listening to the other babble on about whatever it was he was speaking about. “were you a married man, slave? did you have children? brothers? sisters?” ashton decided to ask instead, his face expressionless and stoic. “would be a shame if you passed and never saw them again,” he felt having a conversation with frank in this state however was pretty useless. “would you believe me if i’ve said i located them? and that i have them in processing now ready to replace you for your stubbornness?” ashton questioned, rolling his eyes. he reached up and grabbed the man’s face in both of his hands, holding his gaze firmly with his. “the warden’s office. discussing your family.”

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markingmarcus‌:

Marcus disliked this guy, and that was saying something because Marcus tried to like everybody. He even liked Janet, and she’d literally taken away everything he owned and had him branded! But the condescending tone just wriggled under Marcus’s skin. He took a quick breath and stilled himself before talking, because the first thing he wanted to say would likely get him in trouble. “Yes, a lot. Most of which would sound impertinent or rude. Why the whole ‘you are a number’ thing though? What’s wrong with Marcus? It’s significantly less syllables. If anything it is easier to say than my slave number. If we’re trying to save you guys the trouble and effort, the name of your favorite slave seems easier to remember than a bootleg telephone number.”

Fearing that alone was a enough to set the man off, Marcus went to more mundane questions. “And what exactly should I expect to do here? Janet mentioned I’d have a cage, which, yea, par for the course, but there’s no fields here. No work to be done. What are all the slaves for?”

why the number? he’s heard this question so many times from the slaves. too many times in fact he wasn’t even entitled to give them an answer. “because you’re now an item. not a person. people have names - beloved pets have names. if your future master wishes he may rename you or use your name, but this is your issued number.” ashton explained flatly, leaning back heavily in his chair. the comments while they were rather annoying they weren’t unheard of, but the slaves did begin to sound like a broken record over time. a sigh left the large man. “sexually serve any master that desires so. do manual labor for them, tend to their every need if they decide to rent you. it’s truly not that hard of a job. you all just make it that way.” ashton explained. 

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lysanderxinxchains‌:

“Of course sir has a nice car.” Lysander mocked under his breath as he moved to the car and stared at it for a moment. It was a nice car, nothing like spectacularly rare or anything. But nice. He’d have liked to taken it for a test drive once upon a time. “The trunk?” he asked as the vampire opened it. He shot the man a glare. “You’re such an asshole.” he muttered as he climbed into the trunk, not at all believing the other wouldn’t hit every bump on the way there. Luckily he could brace himself a bit. It wasn’t the first time he’d ridden in a trunk. 

a smirk ghosted on his lips when the other shot him a nasty look, and called him an asshole. “calling me names does nothing but get you discomfort when we arrive home.” ashton warned, watching the slave climb up into the trunk before shutting it. while driving home he was sure to make the sharpest turns imaginable and hit bumps just to make the ride unpleasant for the slave.  but before he knew it he was rounding his car once more parked outside of his three story home -- popping the trunk open. “out you go.” ashton gestures for the front door, wanting the slave to walk before him so he was in his sight. 

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lysanderxinxchains‌:

“You know me. Your good little boy.” he said as he got on his hands and knees and began to follow, each step made him more and more humiliated. Frustrated. Angry. The vampire knew just what to press to make him uncomfortable and upset. This was why Lysander didn’t try to be good. He was just going to get punished for sick fuckers entertainment anyway. He wondered if the vampire could read his mind. In books sometimes they could read minds. “You got a nice car Warden?” 

“of course i have a nice car,” he had plenty of nice cars. “not sure if i want you sitting in the front seat though. items always go in the trunk.” ashton was driving a 2017 sleek black cobra mustang. reaching in his pocket he hit the unlock button on the remote before popping the truck. clearly he was being serious about it all. “alright, come on. in you go. i promise i won’t hit every pothole or bump on the way.”

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lysanderxinxchains‌:

“Not until I met you.” Lysander mumbled and he flinched as the other man touched his face. It was cruel and unusual even if the touched was soft and gentle. He growled when he was called soft, if Ashton wasn’t a vampire. His ass would have been kicked long ago. He met the warden’s eyes, even through the humiliation rebellion shined in those blue eyes. He choked on the words, trying to suppress them as much as he could. “Y-yes. M-m-m-mmmaster.” he spit out through clenched teeth. 

“good boy,” ashton praised, “now why don’t you follow me out to my car like a good little slave should, on his hands and knees. be thankful i am not making you strip naked and bark like a dog.” ashton instructed, and of course lysander had no choice in the matter. he didn’t use him compulsion very often on the slaves because he liked when they defied him, but he did use it to get things moving along. ashton began walking, expecting the compulsion to kick in and the other begin following him as instructed. 

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flyawayjude‌:

Jude didn’t want to be turned into a human urinal, but he wouldn’t protest because he knew he was being punished for something he’d been forced to say. He wished he could change his thoughts and could nearly beat himself up over it. He followed after the man without a word, finding himself unable to think of anything to say. He was sure Ashton wasn’t expecting him to say anything. At the direction, Jude climbed into the car, and pushed himself to the farthest seat to give the man room to get in.

ashton was soon slipping into the seat beside the boy, closing his eyes almost immediately. he listened to the way the others little heart went pitter patter against in his chest, he breathed in the stench of fear and disgust roll off of him in waves. it was so satisfying. “we’re here.” he says just before the car came to a stop in front of a large mansion like home. it was big, for just him. six bedroom and four bathrooms, a grand kitchen, family room, basement, and more...what did he need all of that for? “come.” ashton said, gesturing for the boy to follow him up and through the front door. “strip, now.” he said as the other passed the threshold.

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markingmarcus‌:

Marcus entered the room already tense. There was some fear, yes. Marcus was terrified of what might happen to him here. But it was more that he was picking up on the anger that the man was putting off. Marcus was tensed as if he was going to be struck. That wary sort of prevention. The man behind the desk didn’t seem like he was in any mood to talk, but apparently he was in charge. Marcus distracted himself by picking at the bandages on his arm, covering the brand that had just been applied. It hadn’t even healed yet. That’s how new of a slave this boy was. “Um. Hi,” he said weakly, “I was told to report to you to finish processing. I don’t know what that means. But I was told not to waste any time or I’d be punished.”

“um hi,” he echoed in the same weak tone the other was speaking in, seeming rather unimpressed with him already. though it was true he was supposed to meet with the knew slaves after processing. he was just sure he told janet that he didn’t want those meetings to happen on saturdays when he was working in his office. “i can already tell what kind of a slave you’re going to be.” ashton pulled a file from the corner of his desk, and examined the photos and description he was given of the boy across from him. “marcus, is it?” ashton queried, arching a brow. “its 677856 now, boy.” he said, referring to the number branded onto him. “your life is simple now. you serve to exist and exist to serve. any questions?”

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10th-sfga‌:

For a moment Ashton was nothing more than a monochromatic blob, his voice a series of rolling vibrations. A blink and he was back to normal. Franklin rubbed his eyes. “Right, uh,” he dropped his hand, fixing his gaze onto Greene’s face. “Please take this damn thing off, I keep hearing trumpets, there’s this thing I keep feeling that follows me around, and I keep seeing creepy monster kids.” Two of which he could see out of the corner of his eyes. “They keep telling me to…” His gaze had drifted towards an empty corner of the office, frown deepening. “No,” he warned the thing unseen thing residing there.

“jesus christ,” the vampire grumbled as he watched the other go through his thoughts and try to focus on saying whatever it was he was trying to get out. the begging he wanted wasn’t there - “please take this damn thing off? it doesn’t sound like you want it off that badly. would you rather die caused by madness and sleep deprivation?” ashton glanced over towards the area where franklin was looking. there was nothing there but clearly his feeble human mind was playing tricks on him in this exhausted state. “beg. plead. i’m not going to budge unless i’m semi satisfied with your words.”

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lysanderxinxchains‌:

“I’m just telling you the truth. I can’t relearn it. Every time I try it hurts and I get a nose bleed.” Lysander put all the books back into the shelves. Going as slow as he could possibly manage before he had to walk around. His face flushed brilliant red as he spoke to each and every man in there. BY the end he wanted to cry, his shoulder heavy and some of them laughing at him for it. “How can you be bored. You are free. And you choose to spend it doing this.” he said softly looking down at his feet. “My attitude is a reflection on how I am treated.” 

“how pathetic. you must have given your teachers a run for their money.” though, he wasn’t sure why lysander couldn’t simply relearn. perhaps his compulsion was stronger than he thought it to be. pressing his lips into a smirk, it remained plastered on his face as he watched the slave go from person to person and confess that he was illiterate before returning with his face a brilliant lovely shade of red. he reached out and pressed his icy hands to the flushed skin of the others cheek. almost soothingly rubbing his fingers across the others face. but really he was just soaking up the warmth of the humiliation. “you’re such a soft man.” he said flatly. “look at me.” he demanded, grabbing his jaw firmly on either side with his hand to lift his head. “you’ll be coming home with me, understood? the correct answer is yes master.” again, the compulsion.he wasn’t done with lysander just yet. 

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lysanderxinxchains‌:

“You didn’t leave me anything. I don’t even know my fucking alphabet. And it’s too embarrassing to ask for help.” he hadn’t relearned because he couldn’t ask anyone to teach him. “Besides even if I did you’d just take it away from me again.” he said glaring up at the vampire as his punishment was dispensed. he hadn’t even really done anything this time. “I fucking hate you.” he spat as he began to pick up the books his body moving without his consent. “Why do you have to be so horrible? Can’t take a vacation from being a monster.” 

“god you humans are so pathetic. shut up with your complaining you’re giving me a headache.” if the human really wanted to get something done and relearned then he would have done it. there were no excuses. embarrassing? what was more embarrassing was that he had all this time to learn and he wasted it. someone would have helped him. humans were kind like that. “more than likely yes. considering your attitude.” he rose his brows. “you hate me? cute.” he huffed a light laugh out as the other cleaned. “hurry hurry, i want to watch you humiliate yourself.” and the library was fuller than normal. thanks to him for bringing more slaves in on purpose. “i’m bored. this is my enjoyment. after living so long you find things get stale rather quickly so i make it interesting.”

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10th-sfga‌:

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Going nearly a week without sleep did funny things to you, nothing made much sense, his memory was well beyond shit, he saw things that weren’t there, and half the time he couldn’t tell if he was even real. In short, he was delirious. It was well past the time to get the collar off, and it seemed that at some point he had asked to see the warden because he was neither in his cell nor at the cafeteria.

He stood there, swaying place, trying to make sense of his surrounding, of what was happening. A look of complete befuddlement was written across his face as he stared down at his hands, they seemed so alien all of the sudden. In fact, his entire body felt quite alien all of the sudden. He heard movement, he lifted his exhausted gaze to meet the sound, dark circles rimming his eyes. “Where?” he rasped out, brows pinching together. What was that sound? Was that him? Was that his own voice? “What…”

clearly the vampire had underestimated how resilient the human would be. he didn’t think it would take as long as it had to break him down yet here they were. nearly a whole week later and ashton still didn’t have the human kneeling at his feet begging to be punished more than he was already. so when he finally was bothered by janet and she told him the slave was ready to see him a smirk appeared on the others face. “where are you? are you unaware?” ashton asked curiously, leaning back on his desk as he observed the other in his delirious state. “you requested to come to my office. i assume you’re ready to stop being so stupidly stubborn, hm?”

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lysanderxinxchains‌:

“The only reason they are wrong is because of you!” He growled as he shoved the books away from him. his fists tightened in rage as Ashton threw them tot he ground. “You put me in this stupid fucking job. You know I can’t-” he stopped not wanting to say it out loud. He closed his eyes, choked on his words. “I don’t want to enjoy anything with you. But you know I can’t fix them  like you want. I can’t read.” he said softly. 

“now that’s just not true. you just use me taking away your ability as an excuse. it’s been a long five years, slave, you could have slowly relearned how to read the english language. you simply chose not to because you’re lazy.” ashton smirked when the other cut himself off. “can’t read? lysander can’t read? how have you kept it such a secret from your coworkers? does no one else know?” ashton was curious how he’d survived this long then without help. finally the man said it though - he said it himself. he couldn’t read. “you poor, poor man. i feel so utterly bad for you.” he lied, a hand coming out to grab the others chin and kept their gazes locked. “clean up this mess,” he instructed, irises growing as he compelled the man. “then walked around this library and tell every slave and master that you cannot read.”

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lysanderxinxchains‌:

“You were watching me? Well. Should I consider myself flattered or not?” he asked with a little laugh as he smirked at the other man. As much as he feared him he did like trying to get under his skin. He did stop when the vampire threatened tot ake away one of his senses though. “I was working. It’s not fucking rocket science to put books back.” the order was confusing sometimes but that was all Ashton’s fault anyway. “Can you not advertise that I can’t read please? It’s embarrassing. Even if it is your fault.” he said looking around at the other occupants of the library. “The only skills I lack are the ones you took from me. And no thanks I;d rather go back to my cell than go back home with you.” 

“no. i’m always watching. everyone.” when the slave seemed to stop at the mention of losing one of his senses the vampire couldn’t help but smirk a little at that. “apparently it is fucking rocket science because these are all in the wrong order.” he nearly spat out, reaching over the slaves head to pull down several books and toss them onto the floor. “all out of order. it looks like i have some illiterate fool working in here.” truthfully, he did but that wasn’t the point. “do i need to hang the alphabet for you? could you manage this if i gave you a little first grader level help?” ashton questioned, “you don’t want to enjoy an evening with me? most slaves would be fighting for the chance.” he was so sure of himself too. “you have ten minutes to fix these books properly or you will be coming home with me.”

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lysanderxinxchains‌:

“What who me? Not working? Now now, you know me better than that. Such a hard working guy I am.” Lysander couldn’t help but laugh and sneer at the other. He was in fact an incredibly intimidating being. But what was there left to lose? Sure he could die but they were all going to die. He already couldn’t fucking read. “You want me to be honest? All the jobs are shit. It’s slave labor so whatever you have me do will be equally as crappy.” he said with a little shrug of his shoulders as he stared back at the vampire. Fuck his stupid handsome face. “What I would appreciate is you letting me read again. Are you going to flog me this time? Take a little snack back to your office and bite me all over?” 

“i’ve been watching you be a complete fool for the last five minutes.” he hardly called that working. when you were working you should have been quiet and focused, not fooling around. “on top of losing your ability to read, it seems you want to lose another ability. or one of the five senses.” ashton was experimenting anyhow, and lysander could make for a good test subject. “that’s the point.” ashton said, seeming thoroughly unimpressed with the slaves comment though. “flogging? i’m afraid you may like that too much.” ashton could go for a feeding, he was parched, but that’s what the crimson king was for. or a trip outside into the cities surrounding ashden. “being fed from by me is an honor, a gift even, it’s a blissful moment for both parties.” in his opinion anyhow. “you’ll need to try a little harder to go home with me. prove to me that your worth it and not worthless because of your stupidity and lack of basic skills.”