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He was rich, charming, regal, perfect. He grew up spoiled. Every object he had ever wanted. Never love. Affection. What he truly wanted.
When his uncle passed in a foreign country, he left him in his will to inherit everything. The amazing mansion. His wealth. Everything. The will states that he now owns the house and all treasures within it. He sighed off, accepting everything. The will stated that he must keep ownership until his death. That the objects can not be given, sold, traded, or released.
The will stated to check the cellar for the jewel. He does so, then finds something that knocks his breath out.
In the corner, there was a dog kennel. Wire cage. To his shock, in a black and white French maid uniform is a girl. Curled up in sobs. In front of her in her dog kennel that she can't even sit up fully in is a dog water bowl, and empty food dish.
She looks up at the strange face with wide broken eyes. Her wavy brown hair has a shimmering tent of red as it fell in her glass like baby blue eyes. She doesn't make a sound as she watches him with sheer terror in her eyes.
He owns her now, and can't change this.
She's his pet.
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Appearance: She has wavy hair that falls down her back. It's a deep, deep brown. It has the slightest tent of red to it. Her eyes are light, crystal blue. They look like glass, and truly terror filled. She stands at 5'10 and is very slender, yet very curvy. She is dressed like a French maid, white lacy hat, apron and all.
Name: Damien Sykes
Appearance: Damien is attractive in a bad boy way, with shaggy black hair that curls in a careless way, grinning green come to bed eyes and a lopsided smile that seems a bit on the wicked side. Wears plenty of leather, though he also seems at home in a suit and tie. Either way, he's commanding and authoritative looking, though also mischievous.
Personality: Damien seems casual and care free, with a streak of bad boy to him. He pretends he doesn't care and seems to shrug things off, but deep down...
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It had been five days since Master's death. She hadn't had food for three. She was going to die in this cage. She leaned down lapsing up water like a cat, he didn't allow her to pick up the bowl and drink from it. So now it was just the normal.
Damien sighed, watching carelessly out the window as he was driven to his uncle's mansion. He hadn't known the man very well, maybe met him once or twice. But here he was, inheriting everything from him.
He sighed again.
She curled up, whimpering as she lowered the water level. She would die soon. She wiped at her eyes then started to cry silent tears.
Damien went inside the house, eyes flickering over the gorgeous, rich surroundings casually, almost bored.
He went to go check the cellar as he had been told.
Then... Footsteps... She blinked. A new owner? More brutal than her last? She felt more tears. Trapped on her hands and knees. Dying would be better.
Damien got down in the cellar, his green eyes flickering around.
And then he saw it.
He gaped, utterly shocked and horrified.
She blinked up at him, silent. She looked broken. Truly broken. Her dress was backless, like a circle cut out in it. There he could see the welps and scars from lashings she received. The cut out there for that purpose. So her bare skin could feel her punishment. Her spine showed slightly as she couldn't have enough room to get up more than her hands and knees.
"Oh my god!" Damien gasped, rushing to open the cage. His careless attitude was gone, replaced by shock, horror. "Oh my god, are you okay?!"
She wanted to jerked away from him. Though she knew that would just earn her punishment. She kept absolutely still. Silent.
Damien watched her with worry. "You can get out of the cage now." He said, opening it for her. Horror filled his wide green eyes, but there was worry there too. Why would someone do that?
She moved crawling out of the cage, then dropped to her knees in front of him, looking up at him with sheer horror. Fear.
Damien crouched down beside her, moving to pull off his leather jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. "Sweetie, how long have you been in that cage?" He asked worriedly.