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            a CHILL runs down her spine as she she feels the sharpness of the talon pressed to the small of her back, as well as the voice. ( no mistaking that she was a MISTRESS. ) she kept completely still, not wanting to do anything else to jeopardize herself. her heart was hammering in her chest, her breathing coming out uneven. she was terrified. why had she even opened her big mouth in the first place??

          “Oh, don’t go quiet now...you’ve just had so much to say before I’ve made myself known, why don’t you go on? Tell me how you really feel? Hm?” Tracy’s tone was not to be taken as comforting, in fact, it should be taken as antagonizing. Daring. Smirking as sharp teeth were present, the Chimera dragged her claws along the slaves back gradually applying pressure. “Well?”

              “Now is that right?” And just like that – the pair finds idle company worth the hassle. “If you ask us, they should all be stripped of their titles and given to a real master that will show them EXACTLY what it means to be just that in Chains.” Too many sweet little idiots running around claiming to be a fantastic master – it makes them want to vomit. A laughable joke that the council should put a stop to. One can only hope. Ah yes, the fox likes this one and Stiles can’t say he despises her for any reason. Lips part in a wicked smile with sharp teeth to show. “How fascinating. We’re…not new but not from here. Our games is ever changing – though for now it would be harassing the weak minded little masters.”

     Finally, someone gets it. A master who actually knew how to apply their ethics and actually mean it. Around here...Tracy had encountered a number of masters who she felt were incompetent of doing their job. While she herself hadn’t any slaves, the Chimera could care less that they call her ignorant in the means of ‘not knowing what it’s like’.  For Tracy this wasn’t rocket science, it wasn’t hard to be cruel to someone-- it had been how she was raised from the get go. It was very rare did she show appreciation for the masters who came from the outside, but without a doubt, the chimera found herself having plenty of respect for this here master before her. “Unfortunately, there’s MANY around here like that. It’s rather disgusting...making any common ground hard to come by. Not that I need any. They call me crazy, everything else under the sun-- but names are nothing when they are weak. The ones to laugh at knowing just how badly they’re doing their jobs. Oh what I would give to see that. Those ‘masters’ in reversed roles.”

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

          “ Don’t worry, I do not care for your judgement. I’m just curious, mostly thanks to boredom. ” Alec says and shrugs in return as well. He doesn’t really care what others think about his preference for the slaves others already claimed once. “ It’s more fun this way. New slaves would remind me too much of puppies. They are cute but they fight too much, you need to teach them everything from the begin. Not so sure if I’d have the patience for this. ”

          “That’s being lazy, unethical.” Tracy sneered, rolling her eyes at the master who seemingly didn’t want to do anything. “If you’re so bored-- you’d LOVE to break the new puppies, wouldn’t you? I don’t believe a word you’re telling me.” Stepping closer to size this master up, having no intentions on doing anything to him (yet) the Chimera clicked her tongue. “Why wont you take the time to break one? To me-- you’re riding off the others backs who have done the work for you.”

       //. @venomiized [ closed; group verse ]

     “And my judgement about you matters--- why?” The chimera shot back, finally speaking up from her spot of which she watched him in silence. Needing the opinions of others, in Tracy’s eyes....made them weak. How could they not be sure of themselves? It doesn’t matter what other people think of them. It never has...and for Tracy, perhaps it never will. Alec’s tone proved to rub the girl the wrong way earning an eye roll. “But I’ll throw you a bone, after all, you’re pretty good for picking up the trash.”

That answer had been one he’d heard enough around the house to realize it was mere casual conversation between the Masters that followed the screwed up ‘rules’ and the slaves that didn’t ‘know their place.’ Basically, being called filth had become a sort of right of passage for him (in a way.) “Been waiting to see how long it’d take someone ta call me that,” Jeremy exhaled. “Wouldn’t believe the amount of time I’ve wasted with people that don’t have such a degrading vocabulary. Almost felt I was worth somethin’ ‘round here.” And they both knew they couldn’t have that. “I don’t give out my name. Makes it too easy to be picked outta the group.” Because his accent definitely didn’t set him apart. (Well, maybe with a deaf Master, he stood a chance at hiding with the rest.) “’m sure you can do better than ‘filth’ though. Seems pretty routine, if you ask me.”

    There had been a low hiss forming in the back of her throat, a grip of anger squeezing her heart. Who the fuck did this slave think he was? Annoying, is what Tracy had deemed him. His quality, however, would be something she’d love to watch wear over the years of being here. Wondering how long it’d take for this skeleton with flesh to bend to the cities ways and masters beck and calls. The Chimera found she craved to watch this one be dismantled, who better than to serve to that cause first than herself? Splaying her hands with an open hand, claws glistening with dangerous intent. Quickly she slapped him across the cheek, claws dragging upwards across his face leaving her feeling much better; less annoyed. “-- you’re nothing other than someones potential sheath of flesh to fuck, and far less than a play toy. You are nothing but a slave. You don’t matter. Enjoy the venom, maybe it’ll help teach you to hold our tongue.”

               ❛ i’d rather ROT in the slave house than be owned, ❜ salem mutters sourly, scrubbing the floor. she was speaking to the slave next to her, but her tone wasn’t exactly soft. there were those who could overhear her no doubt. ❛ scrubbing shit out of toilets and dusting shelves has GOT to be better than playing house for some twisted master, or being a pervert’s pet whore           ❜

          ❛ I’d hold your tongue, scum, ❜  Tracy hissed having popped up out of no where, lurking the slave house for kicks. The slaves here were boring, claimed up before anything could progress, really. hopefully this one here would prove to be of some fun, hm? With her claw out at the ready pressed at the base of this slaves back, the chimera held off on her venom. Wanting to relish in this moment to see how the girl would react.  ❛ For I can easily make that possible. ❜

Lips parted as she asked for his name, but he changed his mind as the Mistress continued on about having to be quick about it. “Haven’t got one,” he lied; a challenge in his words as hands folded behind his back and shoulders lifted in a careless shrug. “Bit of an unfortunate thing growin’ up, but I’ve learned to live without it. You can only go so long blamin’ your mother for things she forgot to do, after all.” The blond glanced around, then back toward the brunette before him. “Besides, you’re a Mistress, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be choosing some… Austere nickname to bark at me in passing instead of askin’ about what I was called before I got here?”

“How about filth? I can see right through that and it was a god damn lie. I was going to give you a chance, but it seems any leeway I may have been wanting to give you has dissipated.” Rolling her eyes, Tracy had no idea why she wanted to even TRY and give a slave a chance. Oh how crazy and preposterous ideas would remain as just that. Crazy and preposterous. It was little things like this, annoyances, and nuances that enforced the Chimera to stick to her guns. “So what is it, huh? Or are you content with being the ‘nameless’ scum that resides here in the slave house.”

            Well then – what an interesting turn of events. Brow perks for just a touch before it’s back down and the fox is rolling his shoulders back slightly. “Can’t complain with that.” They could but there is little point to argue what is correct. Stiles’ right eye twitches slightly at his brother being called vermin though the creature under skin is more than happy to agree. “We don’t like to share…but you’ve caught my interest. You a new master here or just been laying under the radar?”

    “I sure wouldn’t. You’re refreshing to me...all the other masters here, if I can call them that-- they bother me. Slave sympathizers, treating them like equals.” Tracy didn’t view them as such. To her, they were to obey and do as told, anything else after that? Mm.” Eyeing the master who radiated such sinister vibes, Tracy nodded her head flashing a smile framed by scaled cheeks. “Not new here, no. Born in Chains...but I like to lurk, keep an eye on everything and strike when I see fit. What about your, Hm? What’s your game.”

He tried to nod along with what Tracy said. She had the idea, but by the end of it, it seemed that she had things all wrong. “Why would you just be ‘something to rub on’? You make it sound like it’s all we want you around for… I’m just curious about what it’s like to kiss you.” That and he wasn’t much for computer games. “Well – what do you wanna get out of it? If kisses aren’t enough, I’d be happy to add whatever you want to the list of things to do before I leave here.” He was nothing if not accommodating when his pack mates wanted (or needed) something; new to the pack or not. “I think I speak for all of us when I say you don’t have to be afraid of asking for something.” Hell, they had a couple that had no problem with demanding it at times. It was all about comfort level. “There’s very little I’ll ever say no to… So it’s basically your choice what you get out of it.”

Tracy shrugged her shoulders, giving a small smile to serve as a band-aid. “Sorry-- I have in my head moments, that...was one of them.” The girl admitted shrugging it off only to lay by Scott’s side looking up at the tanned teen. “So if you’re curious as to what it’s like to kiss me, I don’t see any harm in that.” Adjusting herself to get closer to the leader of this pack of people, Tracy licked her lips where she leaned in. “Promise to tell me if I suck or not?” This was more so a joke on her part as she knew she didn’t suck at kissing what so ever.

It had been over a week since he’d gotten the chance to be outside; trapped in the house by chores and rules that shouldn’t have been in place for anyone stuck there. Really, faking allergies to the dust had been a stroke of genius; and had let him just outside the door for the few minutes necessary to get a glimpse of the city from his new perspective. Even with the guard on the inside of the doorway watching him, he couldn’t help but stare at the girl walking by them for a moment before speaking up with a bite of sarcasm. “You should come visit – it’s fun in here.”

“That sneer in your tone sounds more fun than this vacancy,” Tracy pointed out where her attention had been grabbed. This slave, she could tell had been more ballsy than most. A face she hadn’t recognized before...oh how exciting this could be. “--What’s your name, and be quick before I change my mind.” The chimera wanted to give the slave the benefit of the doubt- see if he could prove himself something better than the title ‘trash’ or ‘vermin’. After all, lurking in the background was quickly becoming boring and the lack of trouble around here at he expense was wavering, too. Just maybe...Maybe she could find something entertaining with this slave. Be it messing with his head or torturing him-- if it go to that point.