Post by Reikas Esterion on Sept 9, 2011 18:31:51 GMT -5
An automatic convertible, classy. This little lady was spoiled, wasn't she? Reikas smirked as he followed her out and sat shotgun, automatically buckling himself in. She must have the strangest perception of the world...He had to admit, ownership by a severe abuse victim was probably a first for him, and he didn't have the pleasure of many "firsts" these days.
Well, granted, other masters had been the victims of abuse before, some very severe, but at the point of personal ownership of Reikas, they were at least long since stabilized in their affairs and mental state. Irina was a bit chaotic, and he wondered what it was like in her head, what sort of mental damage had been done by her foster father that may never heal.
You want happiness, he thought as he lounged in the seat. He glanced over at her. You're quite pretty with sunglasses, his emotions interjected, causing him to smile. But you want happiness. But not quite at my expense, per se. You want to give your slaves a better life, but you'er not yet sure how. Or at least, you had this stereotyped idea of slavery. That was pretty typical of first-time owners, but her actions in accordance with this stereotyped belief had been...difficult, to say the least. She seemed to hold her own opinions above his...But you still want me to be happy and on a somewhat equal ground with you, at least until we fight, and you are destructive when upset. He wondered if he could pull that out of her in the bedroom a little, really let her release at night everything she penned up inside during the day. You are a dynamic enigma, my dear. Torn between what you want and what you believe is right. Trapped by society's rules. Maybe.
Maybe this could be interesting. They both needed to learn patience, though. That was a definite. Patience, and the realization that not everything happened right away exactly as it was desired.
He cast his gaze back out the windshield.
Well, granted, other masters had been the victims of abuse before, some very severe, but at the point of personal ownership of Reikas, they were at least long since stabilized in their affairs and mental state. Irina was a bit chaotic, and he wondered what it was like in her head, what sort of mental damage had been done by her foster father that may never heal.
You want happiness, he thought as he lounged in the seat. He glanced over at her. You're quite pretty with sunglasses, his emotions interjected, causing him to smile. But you want happiness. But not quite at my expense, per se. You want to give your slaves a better life, but you'er not yet sure how. Or at least, you had this stereotyped idea of slavery. That was pretty typical of first-time owners, but her actions in accordance with this stereotyped belief had been...difficult, to say the least. She seemed to hold her own opinions above his...But you still want me to be happy and on a somewhat equal ground with you, at least until we fight, and you are destructive when upset. He wondered if he could pull that out of her in the bedroom a little, really let her release at night everything she penned up inside during the day. You are a dynamic enigma, my dear. Torn between what you want and what you believe is right. Trapped by society's rules. Maybe.
Maybe this could be interesting. They both needed to learn patience, though. That was a definite. Patience, and the realization that not everything happened right away exactly as it was desired.
He cast his gaze back out the windshield.
