~Supposed School of Arts; O / A [Master/Slave]

[l Sims l]

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[Count Wulf]

"What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am..."

Lian had just gathered his supplies for the day, a new journal dated for today and ballpoint pen. He never used pencil because it would be too easy for someone to change what he had written. Some of the other teachers invited him to join them in the lounge, but he politely refused. They asked him more out of some mistaken act of kindness to someone else of equal stature, but he knew they didn't particularly mean it. Not that he was rude, angry, or even talked that much, but they couldn't stand how he always turned down the thermostat to well below any comfortable level. Well, for them anyway. He chuckled at the thought. They tell the students to deal with the cold when they themselves hate it, the majority anyway. Some didn't even bat an eye when he changed the temperature of the room.

Enough of that, though. He had little interest in them. They never did anything worth taking note of. The students however acted in all sorts of interesting ways. He casually walked down the hallway while drinking his morning vanilla bean frap, ice cold naturally. He enjoyed school in the morning before anyone had to do anything. Before all those little lost stares landed on him for the day. He checked his watch before reaching into his pocket for keys to the door outside. After enough compromise, he was free to go in and out of the school before and after class, even after it was time for sleep. It was time that he relished, when he could be alone in the cold.

Of course he wasn't an idiot. He didn't walk out in pajamas or anything of the sort. He wore black shoes, black pants that looked like slacks the way the crease and material were but were actually a snug denim, black dress shirt and matching coat. Then a large black leather overcoat that he wore over his shoulders rather than putting his arms through. His shirt was unbuttoned some, but he just didn't feel like bothering covering the skin. If exposing his face and hands didn't have him keeling over, he doubted a little bit of chest would. Today he was taking over for another teacher as well as his own class, as she had come down with a cold. He was a favorite to play sub as everyone knew he never got sick from the weather.

He stood in the courtyard, sipping from his drink and looking at the snow falling around him. It was beautiful here, nary a flicker of a flame in sight. He smiled slightly before turning his attention to the fence. It seemed like a dark blight enveloped in ice. He never liked it, but it was necessary as so many of the 'students' were tricked into attending. If he was in their place, he would likely attempt to escape to. Well, at least that was his rationality anyway. The snow and cold were too perfect to leave behind for any reason less than certain demise.

"...I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so cold"

 

[l Sims l]

"The Pain of Love, is in our hearts, it's deeper than the ocean .."

Kina suddenly shivered, breaking her daydream, she looked around and took a long sorrowful sigh, remembering where she was. She liked the cold, but only to a certain extence. Kina placed her hand against the cold window and stared at the fence, making scenarios in her head that of course would never happen, not in this place. She noticed a tall dark figure walking around the courtyard, she readjusted her small, badly conditioned glasses and blinked, 'Oh, it's that guy ..' She simply thought. Kina knew of him, but never really had him as her 'teacher' probably because he teached some other 'subject'.
She turned around quickly to the sound of a woman screaming from the excruciating pain, then it was quickly silenced by gurgles. Kina widened her eyes as two men came running down the hall, they quickly went in and quickly went out, only this time holding a body, dripping liquids. Her legs were shaking as she didn't know what to do, she covered her mouth in shock, seeing as it was her first time seeing this. She continued to stand there as they rushed down the hall, one of them came out of the room and stared at her, she gulped and turned around quickly, hoped that the footsteps would disappear, and they did. 'Thank you ..' She thought with a relieved sigh. Kina then held herself, rubbing her arms to attempt to keep warm, she was trying to keep an eye on the scenery but the guy stood out with all his dark clothing, so she decided to watch him, then she quickly thought through all the rules, 'Hnn .. I don't think there's anything against this ..' She thought as she then wondered what he was doing.
Kina brushed her bangs out of her face again, a little annoyed with how greasey it was getting. She still kept her eye on the guy though, she tilted her head a bit, curious. He walked around the courtyard, seemed to be admiring the scenery, she looked beside her and frowned at the locked and bolted down door, oh how she wished she could go out, not really to join him. That's when she clenched her fist, 'Lucky ..' She thought, getting envious. Kina would glance back, seeing a couple more of slaves walking about, that's when she came to realization, 'How long have I been standing here ?' She thought as she wondered if it was almost noon now, if it was, then it was 'class' time, she decided to leave the comfort of the big window and wandered around, trying to figure out the time without asking anyone.

".. The Pain of Love, will last forever."

 

[Count Wulf]

"What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am..."

Lian glanced at his watch again once he'd finished his drink and sighed. Time to get to work. He turned sharply on his heels before entering the building, taking the care to double check that he'd locked it again. Once satisfied with that he walked down the hallways, giving curt nods to the other personel and 'students' that passed him. He noticed one in particular that he believed he'd seen through the window, so he opened his journal to jot down some notes. Subject Snow- Young girl (student) stood watching the snow from the window. I saw her in my peripheral vision as I looked around the courtyard. Subject has long black hair, glasses, fair complexion, unsure of eye color. I suspect her staring outside suggests she's just as sick of being trapped her as the next one, but that's an obvious conclusion. Deeper, more subconscious reasons? Unsure. Too numerous to narrow down based on passing speculation. End of subject note. Satisfied, he made a brief stop at the teacher's lounge to grab a second frosty treat.

He then exited quickly and sighed with relief as the icy air of the hallway hit his face. That room really is much too hot. He saw that same girl again and tilted his head. Perhaps he would see her again before the day was out. He noticed two other girls walking slowly and shivering, and he sighed again. "You two, I'm assuming you're in the less...violent classes, yes?" They quickly nodded. "Class is starting in precisely seven minutes, I would hurry before it did become a more volatile lesson." They gulped and began to sprint in union. "And no running in the halls." He called out lazily as he jotted down notes on their behavior. Obviously they were new here. He walked further down the hall before turning into the classroom he would be teaching in today. He wondered absently if the teacher he was filling in for had already had the majority broken in or not.

"...I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so cold"

 

[l Sims l]

"Don't know what's going on,
Don't know what went wrong,
Feels like a hundred years I,
Still can't believe your gone .."

Kina bumped into someone, she fell to her knees and looked up to the person, who was still walking, she glared before getting up and dusting herself off. The 'teacher' she saw outside walked by her, and he was writing something. She blinked and continued on. Kina would every once in a while believe this was an actual schoo, kids in uniforms, together in little groups, socializing and gossiping. But then Kina opened her eyes, and she felt the dreadful cold hallways, and they some were bleeding, crying, and they looked broken. She then felt like grinning, she feld suddenly higher than everyone, she was not broken, just not whole either, she was the one that listened, then again the occasional smacking made her thought of grinning disappear.
She kept a mental file of how many times she ran off her mouth to the 'teacher', she hated being talked down to like she was nothing more than a tiny insect, the way the female teachers looked at her like they were better than her, the way the male ones stared at her like she was that easy. Kina suddenly felt disgusted and tried to remember what she was walking around for, she stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked around as the nervous students walked and avoided her, then she heard a voice, a dominant one. Kina looked over and saw the same guy again, she snapped her fingers with a small smile as she figured out the time. 'Alright! couple minutes, just enough time ..' She thought, he walked by and he was going into the direction of her class. Kina followed, her normal pace was faster than his, but she didn't want to be noticed so she slowly followed behind him, hoping he wasn't her teacher, 'He looks like the mean type ..' She thought with a sneer.

 

[Count Wulf]

"And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me..."

As Lian stepped inside of the classroom, he gave a quick assessing glance about the room. Majority of the 'students' were girls, which was natural. While there were many rich heiresses who had the means to pay for a boytoy or two, most were too shy or "dignified" to participate in such "lewd" trades. He noticed a few empty seats, but as skipping was grounds for more extreme punishments he assumed they were either too sick or too broken from punishments to come. Perhaps they were running a bit late like the shivering pair he'd seen outside. He sat in his seat as he watched the clock, not bothering to introduce himself or explain their teacher's absence. He could wait until class officially started for that.
Besides, the silence in the room said enough to him. He opened his journal and made notes about students in the room. Nothing in-depth, it was much too early for that. Fearful, confused, angry, indifferent, arrogant, so many emotions conveyed in the slight ticks of muscles or bold expressions the students wore. He enjoyed seeing new students, his own had grown tedius as they rarely changed in any interesting way. Struggling to hide emotions, growing more and more into the 'students' they honestly needed to be...this wasn't a 'school' anybody wanted to get held back at. Looked at his watch again, the bell was going to ring at any second now.

"...I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need"

 

[l Sims l]

"Why the more we meet,
My heart feels as though its about to be torn apart,
Everytime."

'Crap.' She thought right away as he turned into her classroom, she stopped at the doorway, shoulders slumped. Kina thought it through quickly convincing herself that he might not be 'so bad'. With a huff she walked in quickly, glancing at the others sitting down, not really taking note of them. She kept her chin high, almost grinning at the fact that she was stronger than them, they might have known it too.
She sat herself down, sitting up straight. She looked to the guy who was already sitting down, he seemed attentive to his notebook so she looked out the small windows in the room. Oh how she wished she could see the snow again, all she saw was white which were probably the winter clouds, hiding the sun. She began to daydream again as she twisted a strand of hair around her finger. This time in her daydream she was climbing over the fence with ease, leaping over and running, she had no idea where, she was just glad she was out and free.
Shaking her head out of it, she took a long sorrowful sigh, then with her eyes suddenly filled with intent, she looked to the 'Teacher' and waited for 'class' to start. 'The Sooner I 'graduate' the sooner I'm free.' She thought with a small smile. She folded her hands together properly and stared passed the teacher at the chalkboard, readjusting her glasses in a nerdy fashion.

 

[Count Wulf]

"And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me..."

As the bell sounded, Lian rose and scribbled his name on the blackboard. "My name is Lian Winters, and I will be your teacher until further notice." He noticed the curious and somewhat bewildered looks he got (a couple of happy ones as well), and he narrowed his eyes. "Though why isn't really important." He crossed his arms as he glanced around the room. "I'll admit I'm underprepared as I have not been briefed on the various stages of your progress, but I'm sure you yourselves will be more honest than you realize." His lips twinged in a smile as he spoke, but it quickly faded. People try to hide what they are so deeply, but time will tell who has spirit and who has already been broken. He noticed that same girl again and walked to his desk, grabbing a different notebook before he began to write in it. Subject Snow- After briefly seeing same girl in hallway, girl turns out to be in the class I am temporarily subbing for. Looking out window again, must really hate it here, but once again obvious assumption. Playing with hair, unconscious attempt to maintain reality and strength while consciously attempting to separate herself from her situation. I've seen it a million times. Sitting up straight, folded hangs, adjusted glasses, physical preperation for a mental task. Inner strength suggested by her willingness to genuinely smile despite the horrible situation. Problem? We'll see. He walked over to her desk and raised a brow. "What is your name, miss?"

"...I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need"

 

[l Sims l]

"Will they find our hiding place ?
Is this our last embrace ?
Or will our world come caving down ? .."

Kina was biting onto her lip now, her posture kind of slacking, daydreaming again. She bit hard on her lip wincing as she flinched, the voice had startled her, she looked up at the rather tall figure, feeling the liquid on her lip, probably blood. She quickly licked it away and adjusted her glasses, "Kina, Sir. Kina Frost." She simply said with a quick bow of the head. She straightened the way she was sitting, she felt the stares stab into her back from the others, nobody didn't really like her, because of the way she acted, like she wasn't interested in anyone, because of her snobby attitude, she could be nice she just thought she couldn't trust anyone.
Flashing images of the body being carried away went through her mind as she licked some more blood off of her bottom lip, 'That is why I couldn't be attached ..' She thought, deep in her thought again she shook her head quickly and looked up at the figure again, waiting for his reaction.

".. Love is a Resistance;
They'll keep us apart no they won't stop breaking us down;
Hold me."

 

[Count Wulf]

"And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me..."

He nodded and went back to writing. Subject's name is Kina Frost. Must be careful in addressing her when her mind is elsewhere, subject bit her lip and is now bleeding. Repeating this action may leave a scar and drive down the price or likelihood she'll be bought at all. Straight forward, good posture. No complaints of pain or need. Something else though. Must pay attention to fully dissect behavioral patterns. He glanced around the room and saw the venomous looks she was getting from her peers. He frowned before continuing his scribbling. Other students do not like her, which is strange. Most band together in times of uncertainty. Why? We'll see. End of subject note. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a handkercheif. He handed it to her without another word, save a small gesture to his own lip to say to make sure her lip stays clean in case she bleeds again. He walked over to the blackboard and faced the children, drilling each individual with a stare, one by one. "Now, I'm assuming you all know why you're here? We don't have any new ones with us today, do we?"

"...I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need"

 

[l Sims l]

"Will they find our hiding place ?
Is this our last embrace ?
Or will our world come caving down ? .."

Kina let out a small sigh of relief, she thought she would be smacked for her slouching, she nodded, "Thank you." She bowed her head, taking the hankercheif rather bashfully, she dabbed at her lip lightly. She tried to study him without being caught. He looked at everyone, as if he were staring into their souls or something, the stupid thought of it made her smile, she has been laughing at her own thoughts recently, which usually shows as a bad sign of how lonely you've gotten, but Kina was well aware of herself, she would know if she was crazy.
She placed the hankercheif on her desk neatly, "No, Master." a small voice came, 'Probably a slave .. mixed classes again.' She thought. Kina seemed to always be in mixed classes, she was always wishing she could be on the third floor, where all the better 'classes' were with better 'teachers' and better 'temperatures', Kina sighed, almost glaring now, 'Then again .. it's better than being in the basement .. I'm on the second floor.' She thought, feeling smug now, she was close to being the best. Kina tried to keep her attention on the 'teacher' now, avoiding the thoughts of what horrid things might go on in the basement.

".. Love is a Resistance;
They'll keep us apart no they won't stop breaking us down;
Hold me."

 

[Count Wulf]

"And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me..."

Lian rose a brow at the small voice who spoke. Master. He didn't particularly care for that term, though he knew that teacher wasn't an accurate title for his job either. He wasn't thrilled about teaching a mixed class, in his mind it was an incredible oversight to mix the two together. After all, maids were still allowed some sense of self and intelligence. It was necessary if they were to perform tasks like laundry and cleaning or whatever other menial tasks that were put before them to the best of their ability. Slaves, however, often required to be broken down so their masters could have complete and total dominance over everything about them. How they felt, what they did, how they thought. If they thought anything. So half of the class is to be ripped at the seams (within reason) while the other half is to be more carefully approached? He sighed. Teaching slaves jealousy would hurt the cause while giving the maids some sense of superiority could be deadly during a sale. He pinched the brow of his nose and sighed again. "Really, who makes policy here? They never take the psychological effects of duel treatments into account..." He mumbled to himself as he opened one of the school's textbooks. "Slaves, turn your books to page 239, maids, 165." If he's going to teach two ways at once, might as well make it work. The slaves would be learning (again, hopefully, repitition always helps) that they are at the bottom of the food chain, no exception. The maids would learn that while they were of higher standing socially than slaves, they were still rather far from the top.

"...I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need"

 

[l Sims l]

"Will they find our hiding place ?
Is this our last embrace ?
Or will our world come caving down ? .."

She blinked, probably looking like a dumbfound idiot, she bit her lip and her outspoken nature got the best of her, "T-That's it? No .. Yelling? No calling us scum and throwing things around to intimidate us?" She looked down at her pathetic textbook and waved it around, "We're actually going to look into these dumb things? Which probably doesn't even cover what we might encounter in the real world? The possibly abusive Masters or Owners or whatever else?" It was obviously too late to take back what she had said, this always happened, she would outburst and wish she had never said anything in the first place. Kina's voice echoed lightly throughout the classroom and she stared intently into the man's eyes, which were rather dead. Kina was being childish really, she thought he was going to be mean but now that he isn't she wanted to know why.

".. Love is a Resistance;
They'll keep us apart no they won't stop breaking us down;
Hold me."

 

[Count Wulf]

"And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me..."

"First of all, I would prefer you to raise your hand rather than speak out of turn." Lian sighed and pinched his nose again. Such odd children they choose for this business. He closed his eyes as he rubbed his nose. "No, unlike most 'teachers' in this place I understand both the psychological implications from unnecessary brute force as well as how low the price each of you will fetch will drop should you obtain any scarring, bruising, or internal injuries. No one wants an ugly servant." He opened his eyes and crossed his arms. "But at the same time it is important for you all to learn your place in the world. If physical means, be it simple strikes or intense torture, is required to grind your new duties into your brains, I shall do it." He opened his note book again and scribbled as he talked. Subject Kina Frost has a lot of personality. Could be deadly or lifesaving during a sale. May need to be broken, or at least re-tooled. "Now, obviously none of you have had me before or you would already know as much. The books are actually excellent tools, but most of the others ignore them for whatever reason they explain to you. I will not." He walked over to the girl's desk and hovered over her, hollow eyes cast down on her face.
"Now nobody here needs to be told how abusive Masters and such can be. Everyone has heard stories or let their own imaginations run wild." He paused, tilting his head slightly. "Most are on target. You still wish to learn about what you could be dealing with? Very well." He stepped back to the blackboard and began to write a list in chalk on the board, reading it as he wrote. "Sexual sadists, impotent men, drug dealers, pimps, organized crime leaders, gang bangers, rapists, serial killers, government officials, and the list doesn't stop there." He turned from the board and looked the class over. "Every sort of twisted and vile person you can imagine with enough cash will buy someone." He raised his hand and smiled softly pointing at Kina. "The trick is to learn how to please them. Most will give you over-all tips, like work hard, smile, never say no, ect, ect. What each of you want is to be better than all of the other slaves and servants of the house." He paused before continuing. "You have to get inside their heads, break their psyches apart and learn what they really want. Let's take the serial killer, for example." He felt the mood change in the room, noticeable shifts in seats as the students squirmed. "No one wants a master like that, but if you learn why they do what they do, most can be easily manipulated into doing whatever you wish if you learn to ask for things the right way." He stood up straight and lifted his chin some. "Why do they kill? Were they abused as a child, beaten and sexually tortured? Were they downsized at their company? Did their wife of ten years reveal she had a lover and their son wasn't really his? Pay attention and find out. Learn to get them to empathize with you." He waved his hand at some of the students who looked at each other uncertainly. "Believe me, people this twisted will eventually drop hints like hail in a storm and you would be a fool to ignore the signs. As an object, they'll tell you anything. Spew as many lies as you want about how you understand them and it wasn't there fault, how everything in the world should have gone the way they wanted. Then you'll be promoted from object to companion. Maybe someday lover or confidant. Perhaps even a partner in the kills if you develop the stomach for it." He shrugged. "But one word of warning: If the words 'Please let me go' ever, ever, for any reason escape your lips, one of two things will happen. You'll die quickly or slowly." He smirked slightly as he looked at the most vocal of his students. "Is that more along the lines of what you would learn if your regular teachers were here?"

"...I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need"

 

[l Sims l]

"I find the map and draw a straight line;
Over rivers, farms, and state lines;
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be;
It's only finger-lengths that I see;
I touch the place where I'd find your face;
My finger in creases of distant dark places;"

Kina sat there, tightening her fists, she tried not to sneer or glare at this cleary intelligent being. She hated him now for outsmarting her, as he gave his lecture or answer, she wasn't sure which, she watched his speech pattern, the way he wrote on the blackboard. His pale blonde hair flowing with his movement, she found her grip loosening as she almost went into a trance, she began to daydream again. For some reason he was showing her the courtyard, her delicately touched the end of the branch and we both watched as the snow piling on top of the branch was falling gently off of it.
Kina blinked a couple of times, seeing he was still in his lecture, he looked to her with a small smile, she gulped lightly and tried to remember what he was talking about, 'Oh right .. the pimps.' She thought. Kina watched him again, shifting in her seat like the others, as he was talking she slowly turned to the page he said earlier, letting out a small 'hmph' as she did so, '165 ..' Her eyes gazed quickly upon the pages, 'One sixty four, On sixty seven .. wait.' She flipped back to make sure she didn't miss it, the page was missing.
She let out a sigh as her shoulders slumped, her glasses going down to the bridge of her nose, she looked up to the teacher she now respected, she raised her hand and cleared her throat, thinking she was too good to wait, "Sir, my text doesn't have the page." She calimed, looking down as if paranoid it would magically appear back just to get her in trouble, thank god it didn't, assuming there was one.