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Fwa!

In a rather remote location in a deserted part of town, a warehouse sits idily with rain-stained walls and a rusted roof. It looks as if it cries out to be demolished, yet... nothing has been done about it for the past fouty years. It has sat quietly during the day with only hobos and random homeless people to give it life now and then. Though, to open the thick iron doors takes more than simple manpower because, if you manage to open the rusted doors, you will see nothing but the deserted interior of what used to be a prosperous packaging center decades ago.

Yet, as the master of the household approaches, the doors open with ease to reveal the lush interior. In a far darker world, the vila unfolds. Guests would enter at the first floor with velvety silk covering the stained glass windows that look out to the never ending, clouded skies and small tables hold priceless vases that show off the fresh flowers picked for certain pets' delight. A blind piano player strikes the keys to the massive piano at his dispose, his eyes long gone so that he may perfect his music with only his sense of touch and hearing. He plays on almost all night and day. Stairs are at the center of the first floor that leads up to guest rooms and the Master's suite. Within the first floor are the bathes, servants' quarters and the kitchen. The basement.... remains locked.

(I'll add more when I'm not so tired... o.o')

Yreva had already walked past him, throwing her coat upon a large chair as she began to unbottun her blouse and loosen her belt. "Bwa?" she responded as she stopped mid-step and turned to face her newly acquired pet. "Oh... Erm. Well, I can't really think of anything fer you to do at the moment nor do I think it the best route to simply let you rot in your room. No, beds are meant to be slept in and you'll have no time to simply nap while I am home."

She ran both hands through her lush locks of hair before laughing happily, nodding her head towards the stairs before heading up them herself. "Follow me," she egged him a bit on, smiling gingerily. "Tell me about yourself and whatever else you feel like. It is not often I get to enjoy the living company of another."

"Well, that's a good quality," she snickered softly as she made her way up the stairs, only momentarily looking back at him to make sure he was to follow her. "Though, I was hoping to know what drives you. What inspires you to do what you do and what makes up your identity as an indivual. Your beleifs, your level of self confidence and your trust in humanity in general. These, my pet, are essentail for me to know."

She stood at the main doors that led to her quarters, placing her hands upon the twin handles, as her fingers curled around the silver tinted metal and her shoulders shrugged as she gave out a slow sigh. "It is a confusing matter and a rather bold question for a mistress to ask so suddenly," she spoke again as she slowly pushed the doors open, the air within rushing out like a cool breeze tainted with the lingering scent of jasmine. "Yet, I wish to know you in and out. Every detail that I can squeeze out to make the best of your strengths, my pet..."

"So you desire to serve, do you?" she chuckled as she stepped into her quarters, actually being a few rooms tied together, but the area remained dimly lit. The two doors slammed shut as soon as the both of them were within, Yreva's figure only visible due to what light the small lamps gave off from the corners. "Tell me, have you ever completely surrendered to someone?"

"If I cannot, then I am not the Mistress you seek, neh?" she chuckled as she kicked off her boots and let out a sigh of releif before taking a seat in a rather large, looming chair. She let herself sink a bit into the cushions as she let out a slow 'Aaaahhhh' and folded her slender hands upon her midsection, resting her feet upon a small stool as she nodded towards a large pillow upon the floor. "Sit. Get cozy. I am not so glamorous as some make me out to be."

Yreva chuckled once again. "I have to have you understand something, rather someone. That someone being me. Will you listen, my pet, and take to heart just what I'm saying?"

"Oh, orders you shall receive, but in good time," she replied to his intial response before she took a slow breath and pressed her hands together as she sat up. "What I am is a creature that should not exsist by any standards. My will surpassed that of Death's when it came for my time. I'll spare you my life's story for now, but what is crucial is that I am a monster that you cannot comprehend at the moment. A monster driven by willpower. Will to live, will to fight..." Yreva chuckled darkly as her fingertips dug into the flesh of the opposite palm, skin soon pierced by her nails.

"As long as the will of my personal identity is stronger than that of Death's, I shall not die," she continued as she peeled back the fleshy layer to the muscle beneath, so deep the shade of red from her blood that trickled out that it seemed black in color. "I am driven and stubborn, my desires sted-fast and undeniable." She extended her hand towards him, the wound already knitting itself closed, but illuminated a moment with a glow of crimson light as she grunted in sudden pulse of potent demonic strength. Her palm looked suddenly as if it had never been gorged as she turned the hand slowly, chuckling all the while. "My whims carried me to you, my dear pet... Any questions or concerns thus far?"

"Hardly. I am alive. If I were undead, I would be rotting," she chuckled at her own humor before she pulled her hand away and folded it with the other at her midsection once more. "What I've said will make far more sense in a short while. I just thought I'd give you a bit of a warning for what is to come, my pet." She placed her feet upon the floor as she leaned forward, elbows resting upon her bent knees as she looked at him with a mischeivious stare. "Your role in this household is by my orders. Sometimes those orders shall come in demands, but that, too, shall make more sense with more time passes.

"For now, though, stand and disrobe if you could," she smiled as the words came out rather nonchalantly.

"Quite," she replied in a gentle tone as she stood before him, her hands snuggly tucked in her pants pockets as the brillant hues of her amber eyes remained fixed upon him. "You should have no shame being before your Mistress." She drew closer to him before her slender hands removed themselves from her pockets and lightly trailed her fingertips over his newly exposed midsection and stomach. "But that is alright if you do not do so. I simply wished to see if you would or not. I am somewhat pleased that you did not, though. Could you at least follow this command?" She smiled gingerily, an evil glint in her eyes. "Hold your hands behind your head and remain completely still lest I command otherwise, understood?"