Breaking a Will (18+)(Private)

[Guest Eornostlice]

The older man simply watched the screen amused as Damion kept going, checking for any escape route, being able to make out the boy's irritation without much effort. Egon knew he was to find nothing, yet he still watched, not doubting that the boy could still be attempting escape in ways he did not think of in order to prevent. Just like the way that some prisoners could find their ways outside of high security prisons, the master was not arrogant enough to underestimate the boy.

 

It was not long until the young man seemed to have gotten tired of mindlessly searching around, heading back towards the mansion. Egon turned off his laptop, still smiling. Unlike what one would expect of the man, there were absolutely no security cameras placed inside the house, except for two placed inside the black room, which held an entire different purpose, rather than surveillance.

 

He raised himself up from the sofa, placing his laptop back onto the desk. He exited his office, closing the door behind himself and locking it twice. The main reason why the man forbid Damion from entering the room was exactly the laptop, the only device he was using to keep track of the young man, knowing that if the boy was to be aware of it, he would be raising his guard up, making everything much for difficult.

 

The master headed upstairs, towards their bedroom. He felt the need to change his clothes which were a bit too formal to be comfortable, and worn already for longer than he planned to. A bath before dinner and a change of clothes sounded like the exact thing he needed in order to enjoy the rest of his day.

[Sathenus]

Once back inside of the mansion Damion was even more lost for what to do, it wasn't like there was a huge demand of things that had to get done -not like he would do them even if there was. Unfortunately that meant he had no idea how he was supposed to spend his time now, and instead he ended up wandering the mansion a soft sigh escaping his lips and a look of utter boredom on his face as his eyes absently scanned the halls. "So bored." he murmured to himself as he came to a stop near the stairs leading up to the second floor. He knew for a fact there was nothing up there to entertain him unless he wanted to return to the bedroom and nap until dinner, it wasn't a very appealing thought.

 

His mind of course did go back to that room upstairs, but he knew he did not have a key to it and even if he did he also knew he wanted to stay away from it. It creep him out, making him instantly uncomfortable and it wasn't just because of what had almost happened there earlier. No. It was because of the feel of the room itself, as if it knew that it was meant for nothing but bad things to happen and it seemed to radiate that, a shiver raked down Damion's spine at the thought and with a last glance towards the stairs he decided to remain on the first floor.

 

Remembering that there was a library here on the first floor he set off towards it, and was glad he remembered the way, stepping inside he looked over the walls lined with books. Sure he wasn't really the type of person to sit down and read for hours but he figured skimming through a book was better than doing nothing at all, then again how was he even going to pick a book? It wasn't as simple as flipping a coin -not like he had a coin to flip to begin with- it was going to be much more difficult than that. 'Guess I'll just start here near the door and make my way around until something catches my eye.' he thought to himself turning to his left and moving over to the first few books there.

 

It had to have been a good half an hour or so before he found a title that even remotely caught his attention, it seemed to be a rather old book and he was sure that whatever it said was probably not relevant in today's society but that didn't mean he wasn't remotely interested in seeing it. Settling himself down in one of the chairs in the room he flipped the book open and started scanning it, resting his right elbow on the arm of the chair he rested his head in his hand, pulling his legs up and tucking them underneath him. This wasn't the most interesting way to spend his time but it was at least a way to spend his time and take his mind off of escape attempts for a little while.

[Guest Eornostlice]

As Egon entered his room, his gaze fell upon a petite shilouette with a mop of short golden hair, dilligently wiping the dust off with a cloth. She seemed about done, stopping as she noticed the man. Her innocent reaction was immediate. She smiled sweetly, looking somewhat like a porcelain doll in her maid outfit, bowing towards her master in order to show the respect she held for him.

 

Elise. That was her real name, a name so fitting to her appearance one might suspect it was fake. She was shy and delicate but looked healthy. She had had only one master before Egon took her in. When they had first met, her hair was past her ankles, rested on the floor and partially covering the chains that held her in place, causing bruises. Her history was quite simple. Kept as a living dool by an old man who loved playing dress up but was way past the age where he could steal her innocence, she became closed off and distant. She had been sold into slavery at the age of 5. Her old master had passed away and his family, especially his obviously jealous wife, solf her back into slavery. That was exactly how she came to belong to him. She loved her life here, unlike the hatred she felt for the old pervert; she seemed to just blood when she was allowed to be more than a decoration object and her hair was cut to a much more practical length.

 

"Thank you for your hard work. If you are done here, feel free to contiue whatever you have left. If you need me, I will be taking a bath." The man's words were gentle and soft. He opened his wardrobe and picked out everything he needed, both fresh clothes and a bathrobe along with a towel.

 

She nodded, bowing once more towards her master, not saying anything. She closed the door behind herself. She had done with the dusting of all the rooms she had access to on the second floor - which were all but the black room, which was closed off- so she descended the stairs, heading towards the library.

 

The library was always the room that needed more care than the others, the dust seeming attracted by the books. She opened the door, the first thing coming into view being the boy whose name she did not yet know, but knew to belong to her Master's in the same way that she belonged to him. Despite feeling a little uneasy, she did not back down, closing the door behind herself.

 

The male seemed interested in the book in front of him, book that she glanced at only once before silently resuming her duties. The lower shelves were easy to clean and it went relatively fast but her height seemed to be against her. She stood on her goes now, stretching to reach one of the top shelves to clean, but failing, causing her brows to furrow lightly, her lips forming in a pout.

 

Surely, she could have used a chair but she knew better. The only one thing that remained as a negative effect after all those years spent with her old master, was her sense of balance when standing up on anything higher than the ground level. It was mostly psychological rather than a physical problem and used to be much more severe before.

[Sathenus]

Damion didn’t really react when the library door opened only briefly glancing towards Elise as she entered the room before his attention was once more taken by the book in his lap, in fact he wasn’t really aware of what she was doing until he noticed her in the corner of his eyes and that was just because he felt as if someone was watching him. He figured in the end it had just been because she had glanced towards him and he was overly paranoid, he was still a little shaken up about what had happened earlier, and he wasn’t too pleased either with what he was apparently going to be forced to do.

 

The last thing he wanted to do was talk to some stupid obedient slave that had gotten himself into a terrible situation and refused to speak to his own mistress about it so she could speak on his behalf. Afraid of punishment or not Damion felt like the other slave had to choose which was worse, the chance of displeasing his mistress or being executed. Granted that choice seemed a little easy for Damion he figured it might not be so easy for other, which just made him shrug to himself as he flipped the page of the book and tried to refocus on what he was actually reading instead of on his thoughts.

 

For a while he managed to do just that before he noticed that Elise had finished the room all but the higher shelves, glancing towards her as he watched her try to dust the higher shelf only to be unable to do so, it was kind of sad in the end. Though he knew he shouldn’t feel bad for the fact that she was unable to finish her duty he did, and he was half tempted to offer to do it for her but that wasn’t his duty and he wasn’t about to do any chores. Turning back to his book he spoke, “Just grab a chair, you won’t reach it otherwise.” He didn’t even pay attention to the fact that there may be a reason why she hadn’t already done so, and he could honestly care less if there was.

 

She would either have to suck it up and grab a chair to get the higher shelf or not dust it, considering there was absolutely no way he was going to assist her even if he had nothing better to do himself. Of course he realized that could kind of be mean, but he didn’t really care it wasn’t like it was his job too clean and if it was he was tall enough to reach the top shelf without much problem.

 

 

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[Guest Eornostlice]

The doll-like petite blonde finally looked over once more as she realized she was the one that the boy was speaking to, her mind working full speed but her reply taking a few moments to come. She opened her mouth but no words seemed to come out for the longest time as her gaze went from the boy to the side, obviously unsure of what sort of direction a normal conversation would take in this case. She was always fine around the others or her master, but as Mare put it, she seemed to need more time to adjust to new people.

 

"Sorry, I was distracting you..." Her soft shy voice finally came out, not minding the suggestion but also not giving details on the reason why she was struggling. Her eyes fell upon the book that the male was holding once more, her interest seeming somewhat piqued. She did take a bit of time to open her mouth again, her rosy cheeks getting a shade or so redder, making her look like a ripe apple.

 

"Is... that book good?" She asked in the same quiet manner before but no longer stared, fixing her gaze back on the unfinished shelves, being completely determined to finish them no matter what. She gingerly removed her slippers, revealing more of the snow white stockings that she wore underneath her black dress, reaching out and grabbing with one hand onto one of the upper shelves and stepping onto one of the lower ones for the needed height boost as she reached out to finish the job she had started.

 

He feet were slightly trembling, being completely unstable but the hand for support seemed to do the job as she frowned, pushing her small lips together into an adorable pout.

[Sathenus]

Damion didn't speak right off when he finally heard Elise speak, but he did spare her a glance before he finally spoke, "You aren't disturbing me." he finally responded as his eyes returned to the book and his shifted in his seat once more pulling his legs up underneath him and returning to where he had left off. When he heard her speak once more asking him if it was a good book his sighed, "I suppose. Not really something I'd normally read but it's not like I have anything better to do either." he commented once more looking up from the pages to watch as she seemed to figure out a way of cleaning the shelves while avoiding standing on a chair.

 

Closing the book he watched her for a moment before he spoke, "Wouldn't it just be easier for you to get a chair? I mean... it looks like you have a higher chance of falling and hurting yourself doing it that way than you would standing on a chair to reach the shelves." In the end he wasn't even really sure why he seemed to care so much, it wasn't like it really affected him either way how she dusted the shelves. It did seem easier though and he was half tempted to just tell her he would finish dusting and that she could go do something else if she liked. 'No. If I got up and helped her it would just mean I'm excepting my role as a slave. I refuse to do that.' he thought to himself instantly setting himself straight once more though he did get up and returned to where he had found the book slipping it back into it's place on the shelf.

 

Then he turned back to Elise and watched her for a moment before he spoke again, "Why are you dusting the shelves anyways? They don't even look like they need it." he couldn't really figure out why she would dust them if it didn't really need to be done, alright sure in some spots it had probably needed it, but even as he looked at where she had yet to dust it didn't look like it would hurt for it to go another day or two without being dusted. Then again he wasn't really sure if she had to dust them or not, it hadn't occurred to him to ask her that but considering how he seemed to be treated compared to the others he was sure she was doing this more out of wanting to than because she had been told to do so.

 

Shaking his head he scratched absently at the collar around his neck once more, it seemed to become a habit of his, he did it without really thinking about it anymore yet it was usually when he had something on his mind. As his hand moved away from it he crossed his arms over his chest eyes watching Elise as she made her slow progress dusting the top shelves.

 

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[Guest Eornostlice]

The petite blonde continued with the top shelves slowly, trying to stay steady on her own two feet, fully focused on her task. She was slightly surprised. The boy seemed somewhat easy to talk to surprisingly- well at least in comparison to the difficulty she faced when she had been brought into the house the first time. Perhaps it was the sheer number of people that she met, but she took a long time to adjust.

 

She stepped down from the shelves, her feet slightly shaking. The blonde smiled sweetly, clutching at her dusting cloth, trying to find the words to explain as simply as possible, without turning it into a depressing tale. "Uh. My sense of balance... Is rather off so I cannot use a chair." She stated simply, struggling to find words. "I do not want to be useless. Mare and Ann are already in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Plus... I really like books. They need care. "

 

Secretly, there was another secret reason, but she felt it was inappropriate saying it out loud. Her master was pretty much her hero and she enjoyed being praised. He could come off wrongly a lot and surely, the young male did not have a very good impression of Egon. Elise felt somewhat tense about talking about such topic around him so she held back.

 

With a huff she stepped back into the shelf, her feet having stabilized a little after the short break.

 

"The collar. Does it irritate you?" she spoke suddenly, her back turned towards him.

[Sathenus]

Feeling a little surprised by her response he didn't reply, it did make sense though that if it was her balance she wouldn't want to stand in a chair to finish the job no matter how much easier it may end up being. In the end he couldn't blame her, and thus just let it go, when she spoke again this time telling him why she was dusting the books despite them not really needing them and he just nodded even if she seemed to be focused on her task and not him. It didn't surprise him that the other two were making dinner already, a quick glance at the clock in the room told him that it wouldn't be to long before it was supposed to be served anyways which brought on the troubling task of whether or not he was going to actually eat this meal.

 

The threat he had received earlier that day if he didn't start eating within the next three days was still fresh in his mind, and sure his stomach was growling and definitely wanted something but it wasn't that simple. Giving in and obeying wasn't something he truly felt like doing, but the threat of what would happen if he didn't made his stomach churn even more than it already was from the lack of food. Despite that, he knew that even if he did agree and start to eat his stomach wouldn't be able to handle much without getting sick, not after not eating for awhile. Having counted back to when it had started it had been almost a week already, having already gone that long without food his mind kept telling him he was okay to go longer without really having an consequences.

 

Shaking his head he pushed the thoughts aside just in time for him to hear Elise speak once more, this time asking if the collar he was wearing irritated him, instantly he felt frustrated at the question. Who would like wearing a collar? Forcing himself not to get snappy with her -he was finding that he actually rather liked her company- he took in a calming breath before speaking, "It's not something I enjoy." He was honestly pleased with himself when his tone came off as a little more defeated rather than angry or upset, even if it wasn't really the tone he had wanted to use it wasn't the worst one he could have used.

 

It was an honest answer though, he hated the collar around his neck, and continued to try multiple times to remove it but he failed every time, and frustrated or even irritated was an understatement when it came to his feelings about it. So simply saying that he didn't enjoy it seemed like a fair enough answer considering it wasn't a lie, sighing he tugged at it a little, sometimes he could forget he was even wearing it since he was so used to having a collar around his neck. Despite that though he was used to wearing heavy collars so at least he could ignore this one more, it just didn't mean he was any happier to be wearing it.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The girl paused for a few brief moments, halting her activity but not forgetting to hold tightly onto the top shelf in order to prevent herself from falling and possibly injurying herself badly. Of course, there would be the possibility of managing to make the entire bookshelf fall over her, which was just as scary but much more unlikely, given the furniture's quality and stability in the entire house. That was exactly why she was much more worried about her unsteady feet.

 

"I will try to ask Master to remove it. I am not sure he will listen... but I will try." Her quiet voice was sincere. The petite girl was naturally someone that could be called empathetic but not suffocating so, her doll-like front hiding her instinctual intelligence.

 

Elise continued her work, in truth wondering why her beloved Master was so insisten on the boy wearing the collar, even tho he was aware he did not enjoy it in the slightest. With her back still towards the boy, her blue orbs widened in realization. Her conclusion was a guess rather than knowledge but was nothing but accurate, following a simple thought process. What was it that was different about the boy, in vomparison to the others? Attitude. It was the first thing that came to her mind.

 

"Uhm.. this is only a guess but.... would you mind if I were to... take a look at your collar?"

[Sathenus]

Hearing Elise tell him that she would ask the older man to remove it made him perk up a little, it wasn't like he would listen and he was one hundred percent sure that she wouldn't but it was the thought that honestly pleased him. Maybe he could really learn to appreciate her company, she didn't seem like a bad person, and despite being softly spoken he realized that he kind of liked that about her. It was when she spoke again suddenly asking him if she could take a look at the collar he had to stop himself from snorting, "I don't see why you'd want to, but I suppose." Damion shrugged after he spoke, he couldn't see why she would want to look at it, it wasn't like it was really important.

 

In the end he kind of figured he would always be wearing the collar, and he would just get used to it's lack of weight and the fact that no matter how much he tugged on it it was going to remain in place. Managing to push his thoughts aside he turned his attention back to Elise who had continued to dust the shelves, wondering what was going through her mind especially considering she had asked if he would mind her taking a look at it. Why would she even want to? It was just a collar, and as much as he hated wearing it, there really was nothing more to it.

 

Turning to let his eyes wander over the rest of the room he wondered how tomorrow would go for him, so far it seemed like he couldn't go even one day without getting himself into trouble to the point where he was punished in some way, you would think he would have learned at least some self control by now to at least get through one day without getting himself into such trouble. In the end, he wasn't really sure that was possible for him. At least not until he was done testing all of his boundaries.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Once more, the girl stepped down with slightly shaky feet as she was given permission, putting the dustcloth away on a lower shelf. She made her way behind the boy with light careful steps, obviously not accustomed with her feet back on the ground. Her walking was fairly odd but she paid it no mind at all.

 

A thing slightly cold figer touched the back of the boy's neck as she looked at the choker's locking system from underneath, noticing only something like a tiny green light. It was surely not something that could be felt when the collar was worn, or that was the conclusion that she had reached as she brushed her fingertip over it, careful not to cause doscomfort to the boy by pulling to hard.

 

It seemed to be like she expected it to be. The lock was tiny but obviously not something that could be opened at will. Plus that part was made of metal. After a bit of careful examination, she realized that the entire piece had something like a thin metal band running inside, perhaps something that could be bent easily. That was why the collar was still flexible and not rigid.

 

Her lips were pursed together, a look like she had just been scolded flashing on her face as she let go. "I... guessed right... I am sorry." She got visibly gloomy, her eyes fixed on the floor.

 

"That choker... seems to have a tracking device and a security system inside... My guess is... were it to be forcibly broken, the entire mansion and gates would lock down..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her head only further sinking between her shoulders as her entire body stayed tense. "I know because... the lock on the main gates and Master's office have a similar type of system... "

[Sathenus]

Damion turned his head slightly to watch as Elise moved behind him to inspect the collar, he didn’t even really pay any attention to the fact that her walking was a little odd now that she was back on the floor. He figured it was just safe to assume it was because she had been standing on the bookshelf a moment earlier and didn’t feel the need to pay it any more attention than the first glance. The feeling of her thin finger touching the back of her neck sent a shiver down his spine, he watched her out of the corner of his eye but could really only pay attention to her face without giving himself a headache.

 

He noticed the way her lips pursed together and he saw that a gloomy expression crossed her face, he frowned at the words when she apologized to him. Instantly he went to speak and ask her what she was sorry about but before he could she had continued telling him that it had a tracking device and security system in it, that of course only succeeded in pissing him off even more. As if the fact that he was forced to be a slave wasn’t bad enough, now he was forced to wear a collar with a tracking device in it, he didn’t even care that if he forcefully broke it that it could possibly cause the entire mansion to lock down.

 

If anything he found something to aim for, he didn’t even care what would happen in any form of punishment if he was able to break it, but he knew without a doubt that he was going to try harder to get it off then. Especially if it meant any chance of him being able to escape was going to be impossible when his movements were being tracked, sighing he turned to face Elise as she told him that it was the same type of system used on the locks of the gates and their master’s office.

 

Frowning he shook his head, “Fantastic.” He mumbled itching once more at the skin above the collar, of course he couldn’t tell her that he planned to remove it even more now. “Thanks… I guess.” He added as he turned to look back around the room, he wasn’t really sure what he was thanking her for but he knew that at the very least he should say something. Thinking back on previous conversations he realized that Mare had said something about it as well, but had refused to tell him anymore unless he had eaten something, he was happy to have someone tell him even if it hadn’t been quite as early as he had hoped.

 

Better late than never he supposed, and in the end he had something else he needed to work on now and that was removing the collar. He would just have to figure out where would be the best place to do it, outside of the mansion walls probably, though of course it would have to be within the gates if he was going to stop it from going off before he could remove it.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The little blonde seemed to somewhat get even smaller as her suspicion got comfirmed. She did not like bringing bad news nor did she like the implications of what such collar had. Bluntly put, it meant that her Master truly, as expected, was not going to let the boy go. He... was not treated the same. She, like the other five, had actually been given to choice to choose, wether or not they were to stay or to leave. It had been done after each one of them were taught exactly what returning to the world meant and how restricted would their true freedoom be. The Master she knew, unlike the man Mare knew, was kind.

 

In a sense, they were all enjoying more freedom under Egon as a master than in the outside world. You cannot make a human out of an object. They were objects. She was only slightly aware of the fact herself, not trully grasping the concept but being able to understand that their master was actually showing them all kindness and treating them more like employes and friends rather than possessions.

 

Then... why? Why was the Master she knew actually doing this? She truly could not not find any sort of answer. Why was he, whom allowed them all to be free and live as humans restricting the boy. Why did he... pick him in the first place if he was bothered by the attitude he had?

 

Well, more like. She did not want to accept it. Egon had been way more distant lately and acting strangely. So it was true afterall...

 

She did not tell the young man but she planned to talk with her master either way and ask him if he could remove the boy's collar. She had a lot of questions as well.

 

"I... will go clean the bedroom as well before dinner." It was a white kie. She spoke softly, taking her dustcloth and opening the door. She had more or less finished the library, but surely there would have been more to do. However she really wanted now to see Egon.

[Sathenus]

Damion was allowing his mind to wander, things had fallen quiet between them at this point and he didn't feel the need to break it, after all what was he going to say? There didn't seem like there was anything and so with a sigh he turned his gaze back to the freshly dusted shelves and let his eyes rove over the books again figuring he might as well pick another to busy himself with for awhile, in the end he was really just looking forward to today being over. Tomorrow would be a fresh start, he could test his limits again and see just how far he could push things, once he was dismissed and left to his own devices he would plan a little more in his escape before he would probably retire to what he was doing now.

 

Shrugging to himself he had all but forgotten that Elise was still present as his fingers roved gently of the spines of some older looking books, it wasn't until he heard her speak saying that she was going to clean the bedroom before dinner that he looked up. Watching as she left the room and once more left him alone, for a moment he just stood there, hand outstretched, fingers resting so gently on the spine of the book that they almost weren't touching it and staring at the door silently, after a moment he shook his head and turned back to the shelf plucking said book from it's spot and looking at the cover.

 

Some of the books in the room he was sure would be interesting to read, while others seemed to be nothing more than a bore, in the end he knew that he had to do something with his time and wandering aimlessly in the gardens was not an option anymore. Especially considering he had already inspected the fence today and really needed to think about how he was going to get over that hurdle, it was one of few things truly standing in his way. What had been discovered about his collar was also one such thing standing in his way, and he was still thankful for Elise telling him the truth and explaining to him what it was, it made more sense now why he had been forced to put it on despite the other five not wearing one.

 

'All the better to watch my movements, the other five wouldn't even step out of line much less attempt an escape.' he thought to himself a small smirk crossing his face, he had to admit compared to the others here he was far more interesting. At least in the sense that you couldn't always predict what he was up to, sure you always knew he was up to no good, but what exactly that entailed wasn't as easy to figure out all of the time. If he was being honest with himself he wouldn't be surprised if their master had bought him merely to add some excitement into his life, surely living around the other five had to be boring.

 

That made him chuckle softly to himself as he moved back towards the chair he had previously occupied with his new book, it just meant he would enjoy pressing the other's buttons even more. Of course he still had to be careful about just how far he pushed him, considering he needed to figure out how far was to far, but realizing that the other man might actually want him to press such buttons just meant he was going to have more fun doing so. 'Maybe I could get used to things here.' then again he wasn't ever going to become obedient, he was determined not to be, but at the very least he could have his "good" days and not constantly push every button.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon was fresh out of the bathroom with nothing but a bathrobe and a towel on, looking inside his closet for fresh clothes. Dinner time was approaching so he decided to go for something he could actually sleep in rather than go for somethibg that would be much more suited for outside activities. His eyes turned towards the room's door as it seemed to shyly open, innocent blue eyes staring into his own. He was surprised to see Elise once more, knowing that she was already done with the room. It could only mean that she was searching for him.

 

"What is it Elise?" The man shut the closet's door before actually selecting the clothes he had been looking for, smiling gently towards the girl. The blonde was accustomed with that smile so she slightly relaxed, stepping inside the room fully. Her face was obviously a bit gloomy as she stared at her master, shifting her gaze from the man onto the floor.

 

Egon knew to wait for her answer, all too familiar with her way of pausing and thinking about the words she needed to say, but also realizing that something was wrong. The doll-like girl was surely upset, something impirtant must have happened. It was a good half a minute later that she finally bit on her lip, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

"Is that... collar truly needed? I... do not understand what master is trying to do so I... became worried." the words came out easier than expected and they were much more clear than the questions she had prepared in her mind. She peeked at her master's reaction from under her long eyelashes.

 

The man looked surprised but it was not long until his smile was back again.

 

"So you have realized what the collar was for. Did you let him know as well?"

 

"I did." The blonde's voice was quiet, as if preparing to be scolded. It was obvious that she was not the type to lie for her own sake.

 

"Oh I see. That is fine really, it was not like I planned to hide it. It would have been interesting to see him figure it out himself while trying to escape however."

 

Elise's face did not betray any emotion but inside she was slightly shaken up.

 

"Do not worry. I plan to remove it. It simply is not the time. Were I to remove it now, he would most likely end up dead or resold within the week." The man walked over to the petite figure, patting her head. She had talked a lot. And so did he. It was obvious that the exchange of words was coming to an end.

 

Elise's cheeks grew a faint shade of red as she bowed, leaving the room without a word and heading to the kitchen.

 

"How troublesome." Egon spoke to himself, opening his closet once more.

[Sathenus]

After Elise left him Damion spent time trying to figure out just how he would manage to pry the collar off of himself, it wasn't going to be easy he was aware of that. But at the same time, Damion knew with enough determination he would be able to get it off, he did have to time the removal right though. Having tried escaping multiple times in the past with previous owners he was well aware that timing was the difference between a success or a failure, running his fingers over the edge of it as he sat in the library chair skimming over yet another book he tried to think of different ways he could even escape once he managed to get the collar off.

 

He knew his biggest challenged would be the fence surrounding the property, it was huge and thus going over it wasn't an option, going under was a possibility but he couldn't even dig his way under it in the short time frame he would have once the collar was removed. Going through the gate wasn't even an option, he had meet the other three men and knew he didn't stand a chance against them, but not just that, if Elise was right and the forceful removal of the collar meant it would put the building and grounds in lock down he doubted the gates would open anyways. 'This is proving to be harder than I expected.' he thought to himself as he sighed eyes slipping shut for a moment.

 

It wasn't just that though, he didn't know what lied beyond the gates, having been blindfolded during the ride here he had been unable to observe where exactly they had gone, and though he knew that he could probably make it to a degree the unknown wasn't improving his chances. He had no idea what awaited him on the other side of the fence that kept him within the mansions large grounds, and highly doubted if he asked Egon that his master would tell him. Especially if the older man knew he wanted to and planned to escape, 'That means he also knew I investigated the fence earlier today. Damn...' his mind told him making him sigh as his eyes reopened.

 

Despite the odds he was going to figure something out, for now he would just have to bide his time and continue to test the boundaries of his master, push until he couldn't get away with it. In the end he was surprised that he got away with his attitude in general, it wasn't like he hadn't been punished by previous masters or mistresses before just for opening his mouth and talking. Usually because whatever he said was rude, disobedient, or challenging, most of the time all three. The fact that he got away with a lot of what he said, but was really only punished for refusing to follow an order or challenging the other's dominance.

 

As he considered everything he wondered if Elise having found out what the collar truly was and telling him would have some sort of negative consequence on his part, he highly doubted she would get in trouble but surely if Egon found out he knew then something would happen. At least he felt like it would, he kind of hoped it wouldn't though, it was going to be hard enough for him to figure out how to actually pry it off, much less have to deal with whatever else might happen.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man was glad to have found out about just how much Damion knew about the collar. He had the feeling it was going to spare him quite a lot of troubles in the future, knowing to keep his eyes on the boy at all times. Surely, a lockdown would occur were he manage to remove it, but ways around it might be found. That was one thing he did not wish for, hence his caution up until this point: not letting him see the road back to the city nor hear any familiar sounds. Yet with such a strong wish of achieving freedom, the boy's scheming was not going to stop. Egon did not choose to underestimate his slyness.

 

Deep in thought, the man retrieved a few pieces of clothing from the closet, unsure of what the best course of action was. Being stricter or continuing to act the same, which course of events was for the better? Perhaps a mix of both? Harsher punishments but keeping the same overall attitude. It sounded like the best path. The brunette pulled fresh underwear on, along with a pair of loose fitting pants and a t-shirt.

 

His train of thoughts and the silence both got interrupted by a loud buzzing coming from his own phone, alarm signaling that he had received a message. He walked over, unlocking the screen. His face darkened. The number displayed on the screen did not belong in his contacts, but the man knew it by heart. The message itself was plain with no formalities. "I have bussiness with you tomorrow regarding the expansion of my company. I will come in the morning." was all that was written, and Egon could not help but frown.

 

Stephan Dahl. That was one name he did not think of in a while. Or more like, he did not wish to think of. Blood ties were nothing when compared to greed afterall. Egon did not reply the message, choosing to leave his mobile inside his bedroom, making his way downstairs instead, shifting his focus on another topic that he found to be more important. Would the boy show up? And more importantly, would he eat?

[Sathenus]

Damion's mind was running over things, trying to figure out his best course of action but also knowing that he wanted the damn collar off and now. Despite that he knew demanding it be removed was not a smart idea, but he had to start somewhere, and even if he was denied that, maybe he would learn something more about it that could help him get it off without forcing any sort of lock down by doing so. Eyes glancing towards the clock he knew dinner was about to be served, despite that he had no intention of going, or eating, but he also knew that dinner was the only other chance he was going to get to speak with the other man unless he wanted to wait until they were supposed to go to bed.

 

That sent a shiver down his spine, after earlier he didn't want to be within arms reach of Egon, his mind replaying the way his hands had roved his body, which both frustrated him and made him blush. Shaking his head he shut the book he had been skimming through, he would go, only to demand that the collar be removed and if he was denied he would probably leave. Though he would leave in a mood he would definitely leave. The question was really whether or not he would say anything on his way out or try to take the collar off himself right then. It honestly made him wonder what would happen if he did manage to force it off while within the mansion walls and forcing the mansion and grounds into lock down by doing so.

 

Probably nothing he wanted to experience, and as he slipped the book back into it's rightful place on the shelf he moved to leave the room and head to the dinning room. He was aware that if he even showed he would be expected to eat something, but he had no intention of doing so. Even with the threat so clear he still felt as if it was his right to deny himself food and being forced to eat anything wasn't right. He was able to understand his Master's view though, by doing this he was only going to make himself weaker and sick, thus cost the older man more money. Something that could be quite easily avoided if he would just eat.

 

Shaking his head he entered the dinning room a little surprised that he had arrived before the other man, but knowing that he would be along soon enough. Considering Egon had been technically free since an hour before lunch he knew that the other man wouldn't be missing this meal. There was absolutely no reason for him to do so, glancing over the food that was being set out he leaned against the wall near the door making it clear he had absolutely no intention of staying much less eating. Eyes moving from the food and the three girls that were finishing up to the door as it finally opened again.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Mare was the first to grin as Damion walked in, followed by Anne. It was only Elise that nodded with her eyes filled with concern. Before even the raven could catch on what was wrong, the blonde already knew that something about Damion was off and also suspected that the newly piece of information was at fault. Perhaps she shouldn't have told him, but again, the petite girl was not the type to hide many things, her charms relying on her simplicity and honesty, unlike Mare, whose devilish charms relied on her maturity and mischeviousness. In the end, the only girl that was completely unaware of the changes was Anne. The redhead was not the most observant nor was she the most knowledgeable about the changes happening to her Master, her attention focused on her older brother rather than Damion.

 

With everything aside, the food was already on the table, prepared just in time for dinner. Just like every other time, the dinner itself was a full course, with alternatives up to desert. The desert was only one however, looking like some type of creamy vanilla shortcake with blueberries. The food was placed in front of the two usual seats as well, a clear sign that the male's position, had already been established by their master himself. No one spoke.

 

It was moments later that the door opened once more, causing all the three to bow in respect with smiles.

 

Egon was surprised. Damion was there and even before he himself was. Such behavior was either a very good thing that would get rewarded or a bad choice, with no inbetween. Afterall, the younger male, if not up to something- wether good or bad- wouldn't have a reason to be in such a rush unless hungry. But after their discussion a few hours prior, the man highly doubted that to be the case. For now, it had to wait.

 

"Mare, Anne, Elise, all three of you are dismissed. I want you to prepare one of the guest rooms on the first floor for tomorrow morning, along with one more as a spare. We might have guests." The first thing to do when he entered was to issue his orders, his face looking serious. The girls did not expect it, but were quick to bow, understanding that whatever it was, something must have happened.

 

"Yes Master! We will go immediately!" The raven spoke for all three, not daring to waste another moment as she lead the way outside. It was only Elise that nodded towards Damion once more before closing the door behind her.

 

Only once they were alone did the Master look at the boy, motioning towards the table. "You do not have any other duties. Let's eat."

[Sathenus]

The simple nod he received from Elise in a form of greeting was returned though Damion was in no way pleased with the concern he saw in her eyes. Despite that, he did have a rather soft spot growing for the girl already, something about her, maybe her honesty made it so easy for him to feel a sense of comfort around her. That honesty from anyone else would have been met by hesitation. The concern in her eyes though hardened him even more, he was dead set on getting the collar removed, whether their master did it for him or he had to do it himself. It was coming off. When Egon had entered the room he watched the three bow and listened as they were given their next orders before being dismissed. Watching them go he didn't the nod in goodbye from Elise as well.

 

He really was starting to like her. Eyes moving to the other man as he spoke to him this time watching as he motioned to the table, "I'm not hungry." he replied not moving from where he had been leaning against the wall. He hadn't come here to eat, he had come to demand the collar be removed. He had a feeling that the other man could sense that, and if not then he was going to find out rather quickly.

 

For a moment he remained silent trying to think of the best way to go about this but it was not easy, finally he decided to be blunt. "I'm only here for one reason, I want you to take this stupid collar off of me. You don't need to know where I am twenty-four seven." Damion said his tone making it clear he was irritated. There was no way he was going to accept anything less than it's removal. Property or not, he didn't see why it was necessary for the other man to know his whereabouts constantly. Of course he also saw it as an invasion of his privacy, not like anyone truly cared.

 

As a slave he knew he had no privacy, but rejecting that lifestyle already he refused to accept that. "If you don't take it off, I'll find a way to do it myself." he added, the words sounding very much like a promise. They were as well, if Egon refused to take his collar off he would find a way to remove it himself, and he didn't care what happened upon doing so.

[Guest Eornostlice]

See? He had been right. Damion was up to no good after finding out what the collar was truly for. Egon folded his arms, listening to everything that the boy had to say, his gaze getting colder with each word, the same smile that meant he was not in a good mood spreading onto his lips. It seemed that his warning earlier had been forgotten altogether. That was fine. He'd only have to remind him once more, making sure that he was not going to forget it. Perhaps he was to blame. He had given the boy something he did not deserve the last time. A way out. The master did not plan on dhowing that sort of mercy this time around.

 

Egon laughed, making his way towards the boy in order to slip one finger in between the choker and his neck, pulling forcefully. "It seems that you have forgotten everything in a matter of hours, only because I have been merciful. Are you ordering me or have I heard it all wrong." His voice was low and dominant, his eyes looking down at the smaller young man. "That is fine. I will help you remember what your place is. Or have you forgotten the fear that made you lick my foot in order to make it all stop? It's alright. I'll make sure it sticks with you this time around."

 

Egon was not exactly angry, only surprised that the lesson he had thought Damion learned was forgotten that quickly. But he himself had not forgotten the young man's fearful face and hurt little noises and how effective that type of punishment actually proved to be. All he had to do now was leave "reminders" over his body. Otherwise, how could he expect to have any sort of results? It seemed that mercy was understood as weakness by the boy. Good to know.

 

The older man tugged on the collar harshly once more, pulling the boy away from his initial position. "Use your feet to walk and you might face less pain. Throw a tantrum and I will make sure you will end up moaning and crying at the top of your lungs. I will show you where you stand- something you seem to forget way too often."

[Sathenus]

"It's an order." Damion replied without even an ounce of hesitation, his eyes were hard as they locked on Egon. Of course he was not very pleased with the fact that the man had slipped a finger between his neck and the choker and seemed to be using that as a sort of advantage against him. The forceful pull made him lean forward a little towards his master in an attempt to relieve a spot of pressure on his neck. It did not stop him from watching him with rather cold and hard eyes himself not caring what he started to say, Damion had not forgotten his place, he just didn't accept it. With that he did not like or accept that he was being tracked like an animal and was going to do whatever it took to ensure it was removed.

 

That was it, he heard what made his skin crawl but his expression didn't waver and he showed no sign of it getting to him. He remembered very clearly what had gotten him to lick his master's foot, however, that had been a way out. A weakness in a sense and had taught him only that if he was to beg enough he would be given a way out of his punishment. Maybe that was the reason a smirk crossed his face as he pulled against the choker and the finger that had forcefully pulled against his neck. "It stuck, I just don't care." he answered his voice just as cold as it had been a moment earlier with stating clearly it was an order.

 

It was the harsh tug on the collar that brought him away from the wall and almost falling into Egon's chest. Despite that he showed no sign of wavering, in fact a growl escaped his lips as he glared up at the older man. The threat did almost make him waver, it made him hesitate for a moment but the words flowed easily just a second later. "You're an idiot if you think you can threaten me into following you." Damion was aware that was not the best way to go the moment the words left his lips, but there was no taking them back.

 

Then again did he really want to? No, he decided that they were his honest and true feelings and regardless of the fact that he should be backing down and making some attempt to show that he had learned something he was not going to do so. Backing down would only show that he could be frightened into obeying something he refused to allow. Even if the image that the other's words put in his head did scare him in a sense he was not about to give in.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Good." That was the only cold reply that the master had given the boy, meaning he was quite done talking. He would see where that smart mouth went after his body was properly used to teach him a lesson. He was going to simply continue what he had not finished earlier. Picking the boy up and carrying him to the black room? He did not deserve such gentle treatment. That was one of his other mistakes and he was set on fixing it.

 

The dinner on the table was to be completely neglected. Such a shame.

 

Opening the door, the older man pulled him the collar, managing to fit a second finger in between the boy's neck and the band, aware he was pressing into his flesh. Surely it was not comfortable, being pulled around like a dog, but it was the exact treatment that Damion deserved. A dog? His status in the house was going to be worse than that of a dog, were he to continue to misbehave. The man's mind was now fillednwith cruelty unlike earlier, having thought of plenty ways to teach him a lesson. He ignored the boy's reaction completely as he pulled him along. Even if he were to suffocate, at this point Egon would not spare him a glance, let alone feel pity because he was causing pain.

 

With the door unlocked, the inside of the black room could be clearly seen once more. Damion was forcibly pulled inside, with his master only retreating his fingers after the door was shut and locked, blocking the boy's escape path.

 

"Strip. Until tomorrow morning you will wear no clothes." It was an order, and were it to be ignored once more, he would simy decide to up the punishment a notch. "I will take your guts as meaning you were looking forward to getting fucked. I will make your wish come true."

[Sathenus]

The second finger being slipped in by the first made it hard for Damion to take in a good breath as he was dragged along. That didn't stop him from tugging against it himself, one of his hands trying to claw at the man's grip to remove it. The whole way he let out a low growl and tugged against it, he felt like a dog being dragged around like this. Though he presumed that a dog would actually be treated with more care than he was receiving right now. He was aware of just where he was being dragged to the further they went and didn't appreciate the rough way he was being handled as he was pulled inside the fingers not slipping out of the collar until the door was shut securely behind them.

 

Damion understood why of course, he would have easily run for it had the door not been shut properly before he was released and he was sure Egon knew that. It was the order for him to strip that made him snort, "Bite me." he replied in a harsh tone as his only response to the order. If he was going to be treated so harshly he was not going to make things any easier on his master by obeying and doing what he wanted. He thought the man was crazy to think that he would obey and strip especially when he was told that he would remain without any clothes until the following morning.

 

It was what he finished with that made Damion's blood run cold, he in no way whatsoever wanted to be fucked. But at the same time he wasn't going to back down this time either, all that was doing was showing that his master could indeed scare him into behaving. That was something he refused to accept, and thus he had to remain firm himself. Cold eyes locked on the older man as they seemingly watched each other. "I don't want you touching me, much less fucking me." he replied after a moment of silence had passed.

 

Having tested things only to cave and try to escape punishment he knew that this demand, this blatant disregard for what he was and how he should act was going to be punished worse than the other two. He could see it in his master's eyes, in the way he was looking at him. There was no escaping his punishment this time, and though that did terrify him he was not going to back down and show weakness.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The older man's face hosted a cruel kind of smile- the boy still dared to speak. It did nothing but reinforce his belief: he truly had been way too forgiving with the brat. Damion was not Mare nor any other of the six, taking pity on him would actually be counterproductive for all it seemed. A shame, it was the male himself that forced his master into this type of position, making things harder for himself. Egon was now set on breaking him in properly for the night, along with shattering that overbearing attitude.

 

"You do not want to be fucked and I want you to behave. Looks like only one of our wishes will be coming true for tonight." Egon took a glance at the entire room, casually deciding the male's fate as his eyes fell on the short wooden table with some sort of chainless handcuffs attached to one end. That table's purpose was pretty clear. The handcuffs were unmovable and supposed to go around one's wrists, with the only possible position for one to take being bent down over the table that would be only long enough to reach their tummy, giving full access to one's most private parts from behind.

 

He did not hesistate to do something similar to what he had done when the boy was bought- drag him to the table and roughly shove him face down, snapping one of the cuffs closed in that position, overlooking any sign of struggle. How could Damion, a boy with a small build that was starving himself possibly compete in terms of strength? with a tug on the other arm, the second cuff was closed. Often, Egon's orders were for the male's own sake. It was him that prefered to rebel, making things so much more difficult.

 

The master cruelly pulled on the collar from behind, looking to cause pain. "I will simply assume that you enjoy being treated like a slut. Such discreet elegant choker is not something you deserve. I should have made you wear a dog collar. Perhaps you would have come to appreciate it more."