The Warden

Rumor Has It|| Dean & Allison

♚ “I’m sure that I don’t have to explain to you that NOT all guest have the desire to punish the slaves; && like Peter Carson, who was rudely spoken to by one of our new slaves; some prefers to have a more delicate approach.” he spoke. “–&& your RESPONSIBILITY is to make sure our clients are satisfied, is it not?” he questioned; partly upset that she had chosen to discuss her job description verses discussing the issue that was at hand. “Are you saying that it’s the clients job to keep the slaves, we provide, in check? –&& if so, I’m curious to know how long you’ve felt that way?” Dean put down his wine glass. “Monitor the Pit every hour of the day?” he repeated concerned of her thought approach. “–well, if you must do that, then maybe I’ve picked the wrong person to be the Head Keeper of my Resort.” he breathed “It’s simple Allison; it’s the clients who bring in the revenue for this organization to keep running. Let’s try to keep them pleased –punishing a slave is for their pleasure; it is not their job; see that it stays that way.” Dean finished. ♚

sophiemhart

“Not at all - I’d expect that they would bring their concerns to a Keeper if that were the case. Of course their satisfaction is my job - and I’ve never felt they’re responsible for keeping the slaves in check, Sir, simply that if they felt slighted it was an outlet that they have at their disposal.” Allison bit down hard on her tongue to keep her first response in her mouth and simply nodded instead. “Of course, Sir. Consider the issue handled.”

♚ “We provide a service here, Allison; you should work as diligently as possible to avoid complaints; not sit && wait for them to happen.” he breathed. “You know which slave are obedient && which slaves need more training.” the eldest Winchester fingers circled the tip of his wine glass as he spoke. “--&& if they aren’t --if we are only capable of providing one type of slave, then what good are we to the other clients who have other fantasy; besides punishment.” the Warden looked at Allison. “--&& if we’re no good to our clients; then we lose value; && if my Empire loses value; then YOU lose value.” Dean spoke, aware that he was being hard on Allison; but with rumors going about that she was his favorite, regardless of how true it was, he intended to shut those rumors down. “Good.” the Warden spoke, once Allison advised that the situation would be handled. “--because I would hate to have this conversation again.” he breathed ♚

#motmallison

Enslaved || Event starter

♚ “Your opinion of me does not concern me --why would it?” he walked over to the redhead head. “You are a slave. Not a person, not a friend --but an object brought here for my clients pleasure.” he spoke, watching the girl take off her dress. She was beautiful, the redhead, but he also considered her to be dumb && naive. “I’m not angry with you Sansa --&& in all honesty; I am the last person you would want to see in that state [of mind]; I am simply teaching you a lesson.” Dean got even closer to the redhead. ♚

{Fireworks} The Moonlight Ball

♚ It was near the end of the night when the Warden allowed the fireworks to go off. The lights were bright, blazing up into the air. The rockets, bursting into all kinds of colors. Loud sounds of firecracker; filled the air as the residents on the mountain watched the colorful sparks fly into the moonlight sky; only in view of the sea && the people who stood on the mountain. It had been an interesting night, to say the least; but in the end, the people was satisfied; && for Dean, that was all that mattered. ♚

#motmevent #motmselfpara

Rumor Has It|| Dean & Allison

♚ “I’m sure that I don’t have to explain to you that NOT all guest have the desire to punish the slaves; && like Peter Carson, who was rudely spoken to by one of our new slaves; some prefers to have a more delicate approach.” he spoke. “--&& your RESPONSIBILITY is to make sure our clients are satisfied, is it not?” he questioned; partly upset that she had chosen to discuss her job description verses discussing the issue that was at hand. “Are you saying that it’s the clients job to keep the slaves, we provide, in check? --&& if so, I’m curious to know how long you’ve felt that way?” Dean put down his wine glass. “Monitor the Pit every hour of the day?” he repeated concerned of her thought approach. “--well, if you must do that, then maybe I’ve picked the wrong person to be the Head Keeper of my Resort.” he breathed “It’s simple Allison; it’s the clients who bring in the revenue for this organization to keep running. Let’s try to keep them pleased --punishing a slave is for their pleasure; it is not their job; see that it stays that way.” Dean finished. ♚

#motmallison

Enslaved || Event starter

♚ Dean ignored the girl as he entered the Resort making his way down to the Pit; as he dragged her along. The Warden threw her into the dungeon; before pushing her onto the floor “Now tell me AGAIN how nice I am while I watch you take off your clothes.” he breathed, angrily. ♚

Enslaved || Event starter

♚ “You really think so?” he questioned; unsure how she came up with that observation. Dean stepped closer to the girl. “--I think you out-worn your welcome.” Dean spoke; grabbing hold of the girl’s arm, as he took her away from the party. ♚

Enslaved || Event starter

▪☆☾▪ “Sir…“ She bowed down slightly, feeling his gaze on her. She was feeling extremely uncomfortable, knowing that HE of all people had heard her. "I apologize…I understand.” Not that she actually believed in her own words, not that she would ever accept her fate. She couldn’t even smile at Dean, swallowing thickly. “Am I free to go, Sir?” Sansa felt like she’d fuck up even more if she were to stay more before him.

♚ Dean gave an aggressive nod; a forced ‘yes’ given due to the people that surrounded them. “I think that would be best.” he breathed; his eyes still on the girl. ♚

Rumor Has It|| Dean & Allison

“Why am I hearing rumors that our slaves are being disrespectful to my guest?” he said, as calmly as possible; his eyes glancing at the wine glass in his hand; refusing to show is anger or disappointment.

sophiemhart

Allison’s eyes narrowed - that was news to her. “To which guest, Sir? Or in general? I assumed the Pit was in good hands with the other Keepers, but if that’s not the case I’ll be happy to look into it personally. Clearly I need to be a bit more hands-on if I’m hearing this from you instead of them.”

♚ “--you assumed?” he questioned, his tone darkened. “You were suppose to keep an eye on things, Allison.” he spoke sharply; before clenching his jaw. “--&& the fact that I have PERSONALLY witness a slave disrespect one of our top clients tonight; makes me, how you so easy put it, ‘ASSUME’ that YOU nor the KEEPERS know how to do their jobs.” he spoke roughly; failing to hide his anger, as he glanced over at Argent; his lips pressed together. ♚

#motmallsion

Rumor Has It|| Dean & Allison

@argentofthemountain

“We need to talk” Dean spoke after approaching Ms. Allison Argent.

sophiemhart

Allison deftly moved away from the crowd, assuming the conversation was for her ears only. “Of course, Sir - how can I help you?”

#motmevent #closed #motmallison

#motmallison

Rumor Has It|| Dean & Allison

@argentofthemountain

“We need to talk” Dean spoke after approaching Ms. Allison Argent.

Slave Check Out Form: Sansa Stark

Name of slave: Sansa Stark

Name of Master/Keeper: Ramsay Bolton

Dates requested(maximum five days): 10th of July

Proposed usage: Training

Special requests/other notes: Have her cleaned, tied up and blindfolded before bringing her to the chambers.

#motmsansa #motmramsay #form:co #submission

Enslaved || Event starter

▪☆☾▪ “I am sorry that I can’t smile 24/7. I, simply, don’t want to be here.“ The fiery redhead hissed through clenched teeth, as she slid her hands down her dress to straighten it up. Sansa still had fire and will to fight inside of her and no one had taken away that from her…yet. "If you are not pleased with my lack of excitement…be my guest and go away.”