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Fuck you, then. He would never give me up, so I’m sure you’ll be waiting a long damn time. Not everyone enjoys their slaves being broken bitches. How is yours, by the way? Must be depressing to know every time you’re inside of him, he’s thinking about someone else. How does that work? Does he cry? Ever tell you to stop, that it hurts?
Such an angry boy. Tell me. Do you lash out to compensate for the fact that your parents died and left you here alone?
xavier,
Can I ask you for something?
That depends on what you're asking for.
In hot water over what, exactly? I haven’t done anything that would warrant him being in trouble. As for spending me back, so be it. Someone else would come claim me.
Let's just say that if you were my slave, I'd make sure you didn't misbehave in the ways you do. And trust me. If he gave you up, I'd be the one claiming you just to prove my point.
I do, and she does take care of me. But she’s busy. Or we’re going to say she’s busy. I don’t actually know if she’s busy – you get the point.
... I think we're thinking about two different definitions "take care of." I'm not touching a claimed slave that isn't my own.
Well I could always kill one or both to make it less of a disappointment?
It's not the same as watching them kill each other. But if you want to, go right ahead.
That sounds like you know more than I do. What happens if I escape? I get killed? Perhaps I will lose a limb.
Try it. Find out for yourself. That's the fun of it, isn't it?
I’m going to assume no one has tried to just walk out the door, right?
If you want to try, I'm not stopping you.
But taking care of it myself is boring. Don’t be boring.
Don't you have a mistress to take care of you, Greyson?
I don’t give a fuck who cleans up my messes. Victor should know better than to sweep them under the rug. God forbid it comes back to bite him in the ass.
I believe it might have already. Are you aware that he's already in hot water? Not that it would concern you on an emotional level, of course, but I wouldn't be surprised if your messes cause him to send you back one day.
I don’t care enough to take care of it, Xavier.
That's right. Because Sven cleans up your messes and Victor sweeps them under the rug. You're spoiled.
-- I don't think that counts as a problem that warrants my intervention. Maybe you should take care of that on your own.
“Well shit, that was entertaining.”
That was a disappointment, that's what that was. They didn't even kill each other.
“Suppose being claimed isn’t so bad. Comfy bed, sex, decent food… certainly worth it in this hell hole.”
Relief from constant boredom, protection, privacy. -- I'd say it's better than not so bad. Can you believe there are some slaves here who despise the idea of being owned?
The rumours are definitely true. My sister is a force of nature. *His jaw visibly clenches* But if she’s developed stronger self-control while we were apart, I can only be pleased.
[He notices the tension in Amos's face and barely manages to hold back a smile.] You're aware that we work in a place where anger is a quality of character that allows for higher pay, aren't you? Why deny your sister the prestige of being the force of nature you claim she is? Or would you rather the people here consider her weak? -- Pretty girls can't be weak here, d'Aletto. You know what happens when they are.
“Fine.” The blonde shrugged her shoulders, saw no reason to poke fun at it, since it didn’t makes sense to her anymore. She disliked the conversation, indeed she did, but didn’t feel like leaving just yet. “I prefer to stay if you don’t mind, and change the sensitive subject. I wasn’t aware I would cause any issue with way of thinking. I’d say it’s possible to change it, just give me time to adjust.” She spoke.
Xavier sighed and sat down in his seat. If she wanted to stay, then he wouldn't argue. He didn't understand it, personally. It wasn't like they'd had the best experience with the conversation. But he'd given her the option, and she'd made up her mind. "Take as long as you need," he said. If it were a patient, he'd sooner kick them out than wait. But considering this was a coworker, he'd be willing to give her the chance. "Whatever it is you decide on, try not to make it a stupid topic." Xavier was, perhaps, the most forgiving man in the asylum's walls -- but by no means did that make him a walking mat. If he warned someone, and if they failed him, he would lash out.
“I’m all for friendly visits, it’s rare that I get them. Though that could be because I’m not friendly with many people. I’ve been well, I’ve recently taken a slave, however, so I’ve been rather preoccupied. How have you been?”
The same. Preoccupied, and mostly due to having taken in a new slave. It takes a lot of time, rewiring them so they become perfect. Sort of like housebreaking a new puppy. You got that big guy. Gabriel, wasn't that his name?
“Well I’m not a fan of having a pain in my ass, I’m more into being the pain. Nope, you don’t get to see me without my shirt for lengthy time frames until after you buy me dinner. I’m a classy bitch.”
Despite how incompatible I think we'd be in the bedroom, I'm not opposed to arranging for dinner in exchange for a good view at the very least. Do you prefer anxiety, schizophrenia, narcissistic, or bipolar? I hear they each give the meat different flavors.
