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Vlad looked at her with contempt, "Ill be damned if i sleep anywhere near you. Not to mention you said I could sleep where i wanted, and i choose the basement." He walk towards the dinning room ignoring the tea and sat down at he table across from the girl already in the room. He nodded at her but other then that made no acknowledgement of her presence. As he sat he started muttering to himself, "Damn lying woman....stupid voice...."

Vlad looked up at the sound from the girl across from him. She was making a motion at the collar she was wearing. He thought she was asking if he knew how to get the collar off. if he was right he thought this female must be stupid, if he knew how to get it off would he really be wearing it now? oh well he thought to himself and shook his head at the girl.

He tilted back in his chair and propped his feet up on the table. He was trying to formulate a plan for escape but all he could come up with was to simply resist her till she gave up and sold him back to the slavers. It was something that had happened many times before and now would be no different, he didnt serve the weak masters and that wouldnt change now because of some damn collar.

Vladimir's collar would provide him with a light shock the moment his feet touched the table. Oki would come in with a damp cloth and wipe down the table. The cloth would disappear and her mysteriously dry hands would run through Vladimir's hair. A momentary but blatant pet. She spoke evenly, "Oki should explain the collars, yes? Yes. When he or she is bad, they will tighten or administer a shock depending on the weight of the crime. Their muscles will lock if they try to leave the island without permission. Oki is certain they have found the collars do not come off. They will not unless Oki says a special word and makes a special gesture. The collars will not silence them, will not change their thinking but will always tell Oki where you are, what your mischief is and if you are being good."

She smiled, standing next to Vladimir- her posture modest, gentle, "Oki has taken them into her care. She will treat them well as long as they obey. And refrain from calling her a liar. Oki said 'room'. The kennel is clearly a cage. Yes? Yes."

Snapping her fingers, three plates appeared on the table. Heavy with roasted orange duck, wheat noodles in heavy sauce, roasted vegetables and cheddar bread. Full glasses of water, juice and a glass of wine for Oki appeared. The woman giggled, scooping up her wine glass and sipping, "Oki does hope they enjoy her cooking. She will be cooking each meal, thrice a day and there will be snacks throughout the day. Oki does not like to feel hungry, she assumes they do not either."

"Whatever im not going to argue semantics with a lying caster, ill sleep in the kennel and i wont call you mistress, your names Oki. Oh and since im being bad that means i can stay in the kennel." the shock from the collar jolted him for a moment and then when it passed he started eating his food looking at Oki in contempt. He was just all around pissed now, he couldn't stand this woman, she thought just because she has magic collars and could do simple magic she was so great. In the empire there were mere servants who could do the things she's down and she acts as if she is all powerful.

He was seething and needed to vent more, his eyes locked onto the girl across from him she hadn't said a word the entire time, "And you! What are you some pitiful mute? say something or are you one of the ones OKI already broke into obedience?" He took an angry bite of roast and sat back in his chair seething.

She mused on how he was like a toddler. She loved it. Oh he'd be such a delight to watch twist, she sipped her wine, taking a bite of vegetable. She barely seemed bothered by his outbursts, dismissive in fact. He would act out and when it came to being physical, perhaps he'd dare be so brave to try. She wondered, mused- what a delight he'd be.

Her gaze fell on Rebecca. Her pluck certainly seemed dimmed compared to Vladimir. That smug look on that lovely face- Oki did not mind it. Something her servants should take notice of was the tiny plucks of energy blooming through them. Aches and pains would fade and dim. Another sip of wine, "Oki is not an unreasonable woman. She enjoys conversation perhaps they would like to tell her about themselves or worries. Break the ice with one another. Oki is even happy to answer questions."

Vlad sat there in silence, recalling his past always made him feel a bit somber. He sighed, he had had enough of being around people for one day and so he wiped his mouth, excused himself from the table, got up and left the room. As he made his way back to the kennel he felt the pull on his collar but ignored it, he need the solace of the dark to make him feel comfortable. Something about it just felt so relieving.

As he layed down in his cot he felt the pull on the collar increase slightly but still ignored it. He didn't want to be around anyone, especially not now. He knew the pull would continue but didn't care it would probably keep him awake all night which was fine with him, with sleep came the nightmares and with nightmares came the screaming in his head. They nightmares were always so violent and bloody, dreams of a beast just ripping apart the innocent. He always woke up screaming at least once every night, it was something he knew wasn't in his fill, because he knew the slaver didn't want it to affect his sales. So he curled up and tried his best to push away the memories of is past.

One was polite enough to excuse themselves, that delicate tinge of fear gripping the other as she all but ran out. Oki calmly watched as her companions left. What a waste of good food. She hummed, running a finger along her glass, the siren song of it echoing no father than the dining room. "Perhaps Oki isn't very good at this," she told the lotus.

The small woman stood, clearing everything with a wave of her hand. She had to choose, fear or anger. Perhaps she should message her dear furred friend. He had always been very wise. No. Not yet. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she took a breath and sighed. It was only the first day. First days are always rough. Rincing out the glass she wished the wine had more effect that it did. She missed her days of drunken stupor, you rarely felt lonely. The world was more fun then, she giggled, a lot more fun.

She hummed, pulling a sealed bag of jerky and a box of vanilla wafers from the cupboard. She walked upstairs and knocked on the open door of the red room before entering. This was Oki's home, she would go where she pleased. She set the sealed items on the table and waited a long moment. "Oki does not expect her trust to come easy. Oki is sorry for startling her. It is hard to remember not all have seen or can hold magic. Oki has brought her something sealed from the store, because she must eat something. She will come out when she is ready. She will no longer need poorly constructed toys to feel safe."

With this said, she would leave- the door open behind her. Oki would walk to the basement and to the kennel. She smiled at the standoffish youth, the collar would halt it's slow tightening and relax. She cleared her throat and waited patiently for his attention to be gained. Oki had patience for him, but only so much. He wasn't bad, just arrogant from a title far too big for someone so young.

((OOC: please STOP quoting me. I check often. ALSO. Please read carefully because a few things have been missed. ALSO!!!!!!!!! you guys are doing so well with the collar charms! YAY! <3