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"The masters who raised me," Jackson corrected. "They are the ones coming to dinner tonight, Kora, and my nephew will, indeed, be dining with us. He will be a loving, thoughtful boy unless I ask him to be otherwise. In fact, Kora, Marcus is somewhat like a slave, since he has known slavery, as have I. Although I am only three years older than he, my older sister's child obeys me with most things, although he has very much pent up rage."

Jackson led her inside through the back door, into the kitchen. "Well, Kora? Do you like the house?"

"Anything could set off Marcus if I said he could release his rage. I won't do that tonight. I wouldn't humiliate myself, you silly girl." He laughed, and his laugh was followed by a sigh. "Now, then, the first room on the left,'" he said, leading her into a long hallway, "is yours. It has a bathroom, and I expect you to shower. My 'parents' will be here at six. It's four-thirty now. I'll bring in some new clothes and a towel. Be out by five-fifteen.

Jackson laughed. "Kora," he said, "Marcus lives here. I thought I said that." When Kora entered the room and shut the door, he he sighed. Flinging the door open, he smiled. "Kora, the door locks from the outside. The windows don't open; the whole house is air-conditioned." He looked inside the room, having not been inside this one for a while.

The walls were teal, the soft carpet underneath an aquamarine color. The room held a fairly large bed with a blue comforter, as well as a dresser and night table. An empty bookshelf and a dusty desk sat nearby, in a corner. He pointed to an air vent and left.

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Jackson hesitated. She was his slave, she had no right to tell him to leave. The dark angel removed the whip from his pocket. It extended to a length of five feet. An electric "pulse" crackled through it. "You, he reminded her, "are my slave. Don't tell me what to do."

Jackson flipped a switch. Flame spurted from the whip's tip, spiraling in harmony with the electricity. "Do you want that, Kora? I want you to behave, and I don't think this will help." He smirked back at her. "Beating you right now has no purpose for me, at the moment. I see no point in it."

Jackson withdrew the whip. "You are a masochist, which, in some ways, makes you easier to break. He pulled out a nail clipper. "But this might work. I'll cut your claws. They have veterinarians that de-claw neko slaves, you know."

"It's easier to get to a masochist," he replied calmly. When Kora retreated into the bathroom, Jackson laughed and pocketed his clipper. "If that is the last resort, I'll tranquilize you and you'll lose your claws." He stalked out of the room, but stopped in the door way. He looked over his shoulder. "Five-fifteen, Kora!"