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Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “Youth is being very naïve your majesty.”Wilson explained to his response. He had taken a last sip of his spirit before placing the emptied glass down. Some of it still trickled at the side of his lip, a messy stain that resembled that of blood.
-Wilson: “You’re very naïve to what ruling really means. I suspect your parents died in vain, no? Do you know that? Being the only one left, what does that tell you and how do you feel? Carry on what they supposedly taught you?”
He antagonized, only moving closer at her attempt to keep away. It wasn’t going to work as the revenant left her with barely any room to breathe.
-Wilson: “What’s left for you in the real world? You no longer have a country… no family… what keeps you going, just hope? Well to me your majesty, how do you even plan on defending yourself?”
He asked, leaning in. The embers of the fire began to burn brightly with the sudden shut of all the doors. The lighting had dimmed and Wilson’s usual hazel lenses had a tint of red.
-Wilson: “Ruling is for only the vicious… those willing to exercise it by any means necessary.”
He scoffed, licking his lip in a sadistic of manner. He pressed his hand against her collar. Finding it amusing how it had made her flinch with only a small touch.
-Wilson: “If you’re such a role model, how do you intend to respond?”
Wilson challenged, gently rubbing his cold fingers against the surface of the collar and toward the bareness of her neck. He wanted fear and that is what he intended.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



Wilson at that point had sensed a great amount of fear within the blonde. Her reason to continue regardless of what had happened was pitiful to him. He had even considered the possibility that she was in denial of what was happening. He had control of the situation and there was little she could do. As a blank force struck him across his face, Wilson remained stolid. He had not even so much flinch as she struck him. His spectacles had slipped right off in the process. His bangs had covered the portion of his eyes and a malevolent smirk had appeared. As if he enjoyed her resistance, he did not back down to such insolence.
-Wilson: “How very interesting…”
He chuckled, a dark sense of humor was something he possessed.
-Wilson: “I suppose this is the part where I show you my special hospitality?”
Her efforts to keep him at bay were inefficient. He leveled himself that he could have gotten a good scent. His opposite hand had caught the very arm she had used to strike him with exerting a bit of force with general ease. The other had dallied away from her collar toward her chin. He took grasp of it as if he were inspecting her by force.
-Wilson: “Your majesty let me demonstrate how our mutual relationship is going to work. There will be a dominant and there will be the submissive. Don’t even concern yourself with arguing. You’re not the first, so I know the ins and outs of such.”
He explained with almost a nonchalant feel. Wilson was more than capable of inflicting a great deal of pain and misery.
-Wilson: “I certainly like how you tried that little stunt, fortunate enough I was patient and allowed you to have some free speech. However, you reek of fear and self-pity. I can almost taste it in your pores… just like that B- royal blood that courses itself in your veins. You’re out of options and you will play my games the way I intend you to, that was something you agreed on, no?”
He explained, bearing down heavily on her.
-Wilson: “Now if you’re a good girl… I’ll let it be mutually fun and fulfilling. Just think of it as a fun little game of Wilson say’s.”
He grinned. It was very clear he had no intent of letting her have any say in his actions.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “No… Wilson says don’t struggle. It’s not worth it.”
He replied as if he were telling a bad joke. He had been thrilled that she begun to panic in submission. It was inevitable; Wilson would get what he wants.
-Wilson: “You see, I picked you since you have something I want…. plus the perks.”
He said, pressing himself against her. He released her arm and took grasp of her thigh. The sadistic grin had grown as he strummed his chilling finger tips against her skin. He was even more delighted as her fear reached a new height.
-Wilson: “Now, now, it isn’t polite to call someone that. Considering that I went to the trouble to bring you home and give you special attention. I am human after all…”
He remarked, her paranoia had aroused him.
-Wilson: “Go on and shout… it’s just the begging and no one will hear you. It’s like listening to music if anything.”
He continued, continually holding her down with much ease.
-Wilson: “I’m your master… an infidel just like I told you. All thanks to the marvelous works of the occult. Now, I promise you’ll like it after a while. I’ve had plenty of practice.”
The sadistic noble said. He had immediately gone for neck; the heinous grin was just an inch way from having what it wanted. His fangs did not protrude and he wished to make it worthwhile before he actually took a bite. A well placed lick marked the vein that he wanted, a circular motion as he applied pressure on such spot. He chuckled as it was that easy, the blonde was probably in shock by then.
-Wilson: "You taste exactly how I pictured it."
He said, before returning to the task again.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



Wilson merely smirked as he continued taking advantage of her. It was quite a challenge to have been restrained the minute they had gotten home. It was well worth the look of shock and utter defeat when it happened though.
-Wilson: “There, there, let’s not make a fuss, Dearie. Sticks and stones may break your bones but I’m certain a little touching and my words wouldn’t hurt you.”
He joked; there was a cynical ring to it. The young noble wasn’t going to immediately drain the blonde. He had a limited supply available which would save her for some time. The whole process was to indoctrinate what it meant to be owned under the Harding heir. What it truly meant to serve a noble’s every whim.
-Wilson: “Now there was something that caught my eye earlier today. I hope you don’t mind if I verify such sighting.”
He said, recalling the earlier incident where she had bent down to grab her bow. The sadist did such by coursing his fingertips up her thigh toward her skirt. Eventually pushing a side up, having full belief it would discomfort her as he went at a slow pace. Eventually reaching her waist he had found the outline to her undergarments, giving it a slight tug.
-Wilson: “Pity, this is probably the first time you’ve ever had a man touch you as such. I hope I can make up for it your majesty. I simply would hate to disappoint”

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “Attention to detail, I see all and sense all. I honestly tried to look away but you made it a little too obvious my dear.”
He explained, still coursing his fingers at the outlines despite resistance. Unlike the slave, Wilson maintained natural cool composure. It was quite entertaining how he influenced his odd game. Angelika’s face turning red in pigment was the sure reaction he wanted. It wasn’t the first time he had experienced such resistance. Inevitably they would be broken or give in somewhere.
-Wilson: “That would destroy the purpose of the game.”He countered. Taking another pass towards her neck, this time it wasn’t just a suggestive lick. Wilson was careful to mix in only nibbles to prevent his feeding instinct from ruining the fun. His fangs became more evident but hadn’t quite protruded to the point where it would break skin. He retracted as he got his funs worth, and his molars did the same.
-Wilson: “There’s no real rational way to deal with me. I make the rules and I set the terms… Wilson says.”
He reminded, tugging down her undergarments a tad as a humoring memorandum.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “Yes I know, yet it happened.”
He said, taking hold of her chin once again. It was a rude awakening as his slave began to see the truth in
his terms. Wilson swept aside the loose strands of hair that covered the portions of his eyes. His lenses were a dark maroon color compared to the usual hazel. There was a certain quality of having a young man’s face and an equal glare. Yet Wilson compensated with his over bearing personality, to make up for his rather youthful appearance.
-Wilson: “Simple, there are two players and it is a simulation of what humans call fun… just more deviant means of accomplishing it. And If I touch here, for example…”
Wilson stated, before moving his hand from the undergarments toward an uncomfortably close position on her upper thigh.
-Wilson: “I’ll get a reaction.”
He continued, squeezing his fingertips down on her lower area. He snickered at such explanation, almost as if he were teaching a lesson. An insidious plot had been conjured up in his perverted train of thought.
He slowly lowered his head on level toward hers an inch away from pecking her lip. It appeared as if he was going to do it. However, he slightly retracted; a blunt smile wept his face.
-Wilson: “You’re very fragile, but something’s missing. I know you’re not enjoying it quite yet. Maybe, I should progress some, no?”He asked, having little space between the two.
-Wilson: “Am I pleasing you, your majesty?”
He teased, almost seductively.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



The revenant simply sneered as she asked such a question. He was very aware of the characteristic change from his usual color. It was a natural quality of a vampire if they were to be that close on obtaining nourishment. There was no reasonable way to explain it to the frightened blonde. She would have already hypothesized he is not a mere human. Wilson besides appearance was void of any qualities that a normal human would have possessed.
-Wilson: “I apologize; they become really glossy when I see something I like. Maybe, if I’m doing something naughty.”
He joked, coursing his hand on her upper thigh even closer to an inappropriate section for discomfort.
-Wilson: “I hope it doesn’t make me unattractive, it’s one of those bad results you get out of a ritual.”
Wilson continued, his self-centered humor was disconcerting as he felt away at the blonde. Wilson released hold of her chin and stuck his fingers around the bow around her collar. Slowly he unraveled it and protruded some pressure against the buttons of her blouse. He had unbuttoned the first two revealing some degree of skin.
-Wilson: “Oh that’s really too bad. We’ve made so much progress and I was just getting started. If you quit now, we won’t have a grand finale. Then I’d have to make up for it the next time we start another game.”
He cajoled the girl. The noble had gotten his point out with every part of resistance she played.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “Let’s just say it was special, beneficial but at a cost. Just like our game here.”
He explained, unbuttoning his collar and loosening his bow tie in the process. It revealed some bareness of his exposed neck. A pair of dot like scars was placed just in the area of the artery. He took no precaution to conceal it, figuring it would be too late for her to puzzle it together. He was rather pleased as she went into accordance to his proposal. He had successfully cajoled her into having it his way, the first step of being a slave.
-Wilson: “I understand, we did have an agreement. As long as you’d play, I’ll play nice considering it’s a first.”
He ensured, backing off from her and putting some space between the two. He had unbuttoned and removed his coat, making it more comfortable. He eyed the embers of the fire place, then the family portrait. It has struck him that he had been doing such deed for nearly a century. The majority of which was in the same spot.
-Wilson: “You’ll probably won’t enjoy what I intend on doing to you. It will be surreal and a bit painful if you resist, but it certainly won’t be affectionate and to any degree romanticized. I won’t force that on you… just do as your told and try not to fight it. It will be a memorable experience, I guarantee you that.”
He dismissed, shaking his head at an unparticular thought that humored him. He had never warned nor given consent to any previous slave. It was already too late for him to be growing a conscious, being the first who was willing to comply where he didn’t have to lie or swindle.