She looked up at him with confusion. "Master purchased me when I turned seven." She whispered.
"Master? Purchased?" Damien felt disgust at her words. What kind of sick human being would buy a child. He wrapped an arm around her. "What's your name, sweetie?"
"They called me KellyAnn before I became the property of Master Thomas." She whispered. She didn't like his touch. But she didn't move an inch. "He has other names for me."
Damien scowled. So that was what kind of man his uncle was. He felt disgust well up in him. "Are you okay?" He asked her gently, worry filling his eyes as he looked at her face.
"Yes Sir." She whispered. "Permission to ask a question?"
"Sweetie, you don't have to ask permission for anything." Damien told her quietly. "Just ask."
"Are you my new master?" She whispered. Softly.
Damien blinked at her. "New....no. No, no I'm not." He hugged her briefly, then pulled away. "You're your new master, okay?"
"But... You own me?" She whispered brokenly.
"I..." Damien blinked. He did. In the will. Legally, she was his property. "I-I'm not...Do you want food?"
"Food..." She breathed, then looked to her dog bowls before starting to crawl over to her cage.
"No, no." Damien caught her hand, gently helping her to her feet. "Food at a table, in a chair. Do you want some different clothes?"
"Please Sir, I'll be good, let me keep my clothes..." She started to cry silent tears. Her hand limp in his.
"Shh, hey, don't cry babe." Damien soothed. "I won't take your clothes. Shh. I just thought you might want something cleaner, something that covers more of you. Would you like that?"
"Yes Sir." She whispered. "I thank you." She wobbled slightly on the heels she was forced to wear, much too high.
"You can take of those shoes, sweetie." Damien said softly. "The only clothes I have right now are mine, but if we pin them up, they'll do until I can get you new ones. Is that okay?"
"Master has more costumes for me." She whispered.
Damien frowned. "You won't have to wear any more costumes sweetie. You want to shower and clean up?"
She blinked at him, confused then looked at the water hose in the edge of the room by a drain.
"No, I mean a real shower. Nice hot water and soap." Damien whispered.