Running and Racing Tag Reikas

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She stopped slightly, when she heard that he was asking about her past. About her father primarily. " I was his personal Slave... But he was also not by blood. You see my parents they died in a car accident.. After that I was adopted by one of my parents friends him. Though I was very young. I grew up to actually find him liking me not like a daughter but more like a woman that is loved by a man. After I denied his advances.. Well he turned me into a slave.. He would make me walk on glass and beat me when I did not obey what he said. Also he would cut my body when he was not satisfied enough. After I fought back he decided to put me in a mental institution. After that I broke out and killed him. " she explained as she wondered if he wanted to hear more. More of her sorry and sad tale

[Reikas Esterion]

That kind of rocked Reikas for a moment. He...didn't know what to say. That was a lot to take in, a lot to divulge....and it hadn't answered his question He'd asked about now, not about her father. Jesus, aside from how horrible it was, this girl liked to talk a lot about her past...and about some really personal and brutal things. Well, with secrets like that, he supposed he could understand why she'd want to tell someone. Was this the state of the world today, that a man could take a young woman in a beat and rape her without consequence for years? That wasn't the world he'd grown up in...And it had left her remarkably unscarred. Didn't people like that have problems? Well, more problems than he and Irina were having, at least...?

"I...see. And neither of you were prosecuted for this?" he asked rather awkwardly. What else could he say? He'd lived in a world of law and order, before the demons and monsters rose up. Before slavery was legal again. Sort of. But was that really the state of the world now? Were there no police forces? How did anyone live? Could anyone really just...be sold to slavers?

It troubled him. It troubled him a lot more than he thought it should. He had no idea of the real workings of the world. He was a cushy little pet, he didn't need to worry about the greater problems of his masters and mistresses, he just appeased them.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to notice that his tone had changed slightly. Then again, she indeed had not answered his question . But yet that was the whole reason she had fallen out of her father. Well that was not her father. But then again, she had given him the answer to his own question. " No I was not prosecuted. Thankfully he left me enough money to settle my self on solid ground. After all I was in a mental institution which I returned right after the Murder. But then again, I am sorry if I have disturbed you slightly"she said and washed his hair. Her hands grabbed the sponge as she started to scrub him. His muscles had changed as she smiled and started to feel like she had done something good for a change.

Then again, would this change her view . Would it change his view. Knowing that she was not innocent and pure. But then again, troubles always came and went . Came and went. Yet again , she was wondering if she should just be quiet. Then again, she saw that he was indeed obeying her. Besides , she liked to see him healthy again.

[Reikas Esterion]

He shook his head as he focused on the feel of her caring for him.

"No, it's just...you speak of murder so lightly, and the same with torture...That's not the world I grew up in." He opened his eyes to look down at the bath water, drawing his knees up near his chest and looping his arms loosely around them, stretching his back for her. Was it really so difficult to understand? he thought back on how he'd been treated. Was it really any different? No lasting damage had been left to him--or so be believed--so maybe he perceived personal torture differently from that which befell others. Would he walk across glass?

I do it willingly, though, he told himself, his expression troubled. Its reflection in the water quavered symbolically. But...I wouldn't have a choice otherwise, would I. Anyone who tortured him for their pleasure didn't give him the option to opt out. And yet Irina's torture seemed worse. But was it not for the same reason? For someone else's sick pleasure? But he got something back. tThat must have been the key. I get nourishment from the pain. For me, it's a job. I work for food. For life. Irina...others...they get nothing. What a f*cked up world.

He ran his hands down his face, wetting it, and sighed. "Is that normal, Irina? Are people just...lawless, these days?"

But then...why have a mental institution?

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She chuckled as she started to wet his back. The consequence of why a mental Institution and not somewhere else was very simple enough. " Because they could drug me with all sorts of medications... Then the limit of the abuse and the ammount of control that could be had with each visit . "she whispered and started to wonder why she was even reminding herself of her past. Stopping her washing and scrubbing. She touched her neck as she could feel the scar still lingering there. "The small bump that signified a whole past of things. The others did not matter and then again, did they. She could feel no pain and yet at the same time the memories were vivid. "Humans, Reikas can abuse and destroy people .. It is what they do best ... But then again , it also means with who you share your life with what the outcome will be." she said and sighed.

[Reikas Esterion]

(Be careful with your punctuation, Gen, it's getting a bit difficult to tell what Irina's saying and what she isn't.)

Reikas smirked. Destruction wasn't what humans did best. It was what everyone did best. He wondered what she would do if she knew just how depraved people really were. She'd broken a lamp and thrown a chair across the room because...because he'd walked off angrily. How would she react to knowing some of the very worst of his abuse? He kept those things to himself for a reason. Perspective could really destroy a human. Such short-lived creatures...

"So why did you go back to the institution?" he asked, the smile fading. He still watched the water. "Was it just to escape the law?" And how had she just inherited his money? Maybe she'd meant that her parents had left it to her, because he very much doubted that a murdered man had left a will to a girl he hated, abused, and wasn't technically related to. There were so many strange things about his new mistress' past. So much of it was probably clouded by emotion, too, and repressed. He wished dearly that he had someone else to talk to about her. But, if he was the first, he was probably very SOL about it. Maybe he could talk to a maid or the driver of the limo if he got a moment alone sometime when they got back to the house she lived at.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to wash her hands. The bath finished for now as she walked away. "Well , I returned because I was his only link to his bank account.. I could not just say that he had picked me up. Because the legal paper work would be annulled if I was not in the Sanitarium. " she explained and started to dry her hands. " The man .. my father since I had no other relation left me all his money because in some sick fantasy way he cared. He cared , and yet at the same time it is also a way to say that he owned me. After that I became the master.. or mistress of this house. But then again.. that is also when the trouble started. The trouble that you will see some days. " she said and sighed.

She did not know if it was correct to say that she liked to get in fights. "The wounds are not only from the life I lived. I have a very specific contract that makes me wealth as well. I get into street fights.. which pay me. But then again I have always tried to get away from them. Do you think bad about me now. "she asked as she turned around and walked back to her chair. Her arms folded as she sighed. There were many things she still had to say, many things that she did not know yet how to say them. Then again would she be able to say everything. Covering her face with her hair, she looked away and started to wonder. What was the whole point of saying her sad pathetic life to him.

[Reikas Esterion]

"Why would I think anything about you, Irina? It's not my place to judge how people keep their wealth. I don't think it's a great idea to do something you don't like, but...I also understand that this world has been much better to me than it is to many. Why do you fight, though? Why not buy slaves to fight for you? Buy a werewolf, they're always looking to get into trouble, or a demon who gets his strength from causing others pain...Or even a Vampire." He never understood why humans fought, especially if they had the money to make others fight for some. Some of them loved it, but Irina herself just said she didn't. So why would she buy a demon for love first?

He looked over at her as he relaxed his posture. "Am I finishing up, then?" he asked. "The bath, I mean." He still had his legs and chest to do. He felt a lot better already, though.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to smile. Her body standing as she started to remove her hands from her head. "Yes you are done. But to continue my tale. What if it was an obsession. The rush , the screams of people. The bets. "she said and started to wonder if she would take back on his offer of cleaning his chest and legs. Licking her bottom lip. She wanted to say yes, but she liked the back and hair best. He could do the rest. "When you ready .. Ill be outside getting dressed. "she said and smiled. She could take a bath next door. But then again , she could just get dressed and go. Yes that was what she was going to do.

Yet would he follow. Then again, she could feel her stomach rumble slightly as she sighed and started to sit down. She was still human and still needed to eat. Then again, she should also get Reikas something to wear in the meantime. She still had her fathers clothes oddly enough. She hoped he liked suits because that is what she liked. It never reminded her of her father. But if she loaned him one of her fathers suits just for now. She would eventually buy him one when they went out. Lying down on the floor , she started to stand up as she looked around at her closet.

Now then , what to wear.

[Reikas Esterion]

Ah. She was addicted. That made sense. Finally. He'd piece it together, bit by bit. She left him alone soon after, allowing him to think. And boy, did he have a lot to think about. What had he flirted his way into...?

He reviewed everything he had learned since this morning as he finished washing himself alone. Irina was a woman with inherited wealth. Those were always fun. Inherited from either a father or a family friend, that part he wasn't sure of, but the family friend had been abusive and sexual. Or maybe his relationship was a complicated love-hate sort of thing. He somehow had her institutionalized despite what he was doing to her. She broke out, murdered him, went back to the institution. Somehow escaped prosecution for murder. Somehow also managed to leave it again, that part he needed clarification on. How she'd gotten out again. He was pretty sure that a crazy person who had killed someone while institutionalized wasn't let out. Maybe she had bought her way out. Money allowed horrible things.

So now she's out, she's got money, and she beats up people for kicks and more money. She doesn't like it, but it's a drug release for her. Clearly, he'd have to tread more carefully. She could be unstable, much more unstable than this morning suggested. He wondered if she was on medication. Or off medication. And it might only get worse as they became familiar with each other. He'd have to learn quickly with this one. Hopefully, he'd be able to do it.

He dried himself off with a nearby towel and unplugged the bath, feeling fresh and smelling decidedly of eucalyptus. He looked down at his dirty clothes on the floor and with no small amount of distaste reluctantly put them back on. He hoped they'd go shopping or she'd order him the clothes or whatever very soon.

He poked his head out of his door and called out for her. "I've finished, Irina..." He looked around for a sign of her, not really wanting to wander freely in her condo without the necessity just yet.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to stare at the man. Her body raised as she had already gotten dressed and eaten. To bad she could not ask him to make breakfast. But they did run a little bit late. " So now as your next order I expect you to try your clothes once we get to the shop" she said and stood up. Her hand trying to tie the zipper in her back. Yes it was hard, but then again it was easier compared to her other dresses.

The dress was silver. Yet at the same time she wondered if it was to sunny and would reflect and hurt her eyes. " Is it to bright.. Tell me"she asked and started to wonder if maybe she could find some way of actually knowing what was right. Rubbing her neck, she finished chewing the last piece of toast as she started to walk ahead of him. "Well follow me if you like" she asked and started to look at his shape which had changed.

Yes this would be most promising. Then again , whatever did happen to the days were things were simple enough. She also could not yet quite reach the zipper but then again the car was waiting for them. She hoped that he would not mind speed. She liked to drive fast. In fact she liked to usually drive fast and get a couple of drinks after. But then again, she could think of that later.

" So can you help me with the zipper"she knew now that he knew everything about her. She did not feel bad at all and in fact felt that it had helped a lot.

[Reikas Esterion]

She had made and eaten breakfast in the few minutes he'd been in the bath? Reikas made a mental strikeout of that little item he was supposed to handle. Whoops. So orders were on a touch-and-go basis with her definitely now. Good to know.

"It's perfect," he said of the dress with a smile when asked if it was too bright. It was lovely. Silver, a classy little color in its own right. "Of course I'll help." He made his way around her and zipped up the remaining bit of zipper. She had a lovely back, and he couldn't help but trace his fingers up her spine from the dress's fabric once he'd finished.

"Oh, I need shoes! I'll be right back!" He was still barefoot. He side-galloped a step away from her, then turned and all but pranced off, jogging lightly on the carpet, graceful in bare feet. He was back about half a minute later, sockless, in his dirty sneakers. Not that anyone could tell. His jeans covered his ankles. He had no clue where his socks might be, though. Probably on different ends of the bedroom, and probably one lay among the rubble of Irina's wrath. Didn't matter.

"Alright, we can go!" He flashed her a half-sheepish grin, his crystal eyes bright and dazzling.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers trace her back . A sigh escaped her as she saw him scurry off towards the bathroom. Guess she telling him what she wanted was ok, then again she kind of wonder why did he need shoes when they were going out for shoes. " Get off your shoes.. please" she said and walked over towards the closet as she took out some sandals and smiled. That was the only thing she had of male shoes. Then again, she really did not mind him either just going barefoot. Then again that would be to cruel . " Or you could wear normal dress shoes but I dont have socks" she said and started to smile as she started to walk over towards the door and waited for him there. Then again was there anything else she needed to say. He could use some of her socks but they were various colors. "There is socks in the drawer"she said and pointed to a drawer that was behind him that looked like a chest.

[Reikas Esterion]

"Well, I have...socks in the bedroom..." Reikas said halfheartedly. How the f*ck did she know he didn't have socks on? "I'd actually prefer the sandals, for now." He found the idea of using someone else's socks sort of revolting. And plus, unless she had man's feet, Reikas doubted her socks would fit him. And why did it matter? His shoes would work. They weren't the greatest, but they'd do.

He made his way over to the sandals and stepped out of his own shoes, trying them on. Not a perfect fit, but he could manage. He'd been in worse. Maybe she'd get him shoes. Did she mentioned that? All he remembered for certain was clothes. Maybe he could ask.

"Alright, this'll do," he told her, crossing the room. "Shall we, then?"

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to turn around as she crossed her arms to her back and started to feel a little bit off. But then again she just had to ignore it. A smile still planted on her face ,as she walked past the hall way and past the pool. She sighed in content, and started to see the car that was already at the entrance of the house for her. She walked towards the car, and started to get in the driver’s seat. She liked to drive sometime, and she thought it would be a good idea to do this. Since it would mean more or less , that it was a less than formal sort of day for the both of them. Even though she was the master and he was the slave did she care for it well not really.

Sitting on the car she looked at him as she smiled. She knew what she wanted to get him first. She knew just were the store was, she knew as well that they would be done quickly. She never liked to delay in those kind of things. She also knew that she could have the clothes paid with her cards. Then as well she was also thinking shoes could go well with the suit and socks. She would stock him. She had the money, what better way to make things a little bit more pleasing than doting on her pet. Turning on the car, she placed some sun glasses on her eyes as she looked in front of her waiting for the man as she started to switch the top down of the car to let some air.