The Debt Collector (Greysmith and FemShep)

[FemShep]

There are somethings that should never happen to another living thing. Somethings that are inhuman, but still accepted and even encouraged. Bringing a sick mind joy seeing those weaker then he suffering under his wrath. This didn't just happen to women or men, but children as well. Children were seen as gems among rocks. Anyone could buy a woman and do what they wanted, but children were the prize. So young and innocent, untouched, and unscathed. It was like buying an wingless angel to bend to your will with a move of a hand. Sometimes adults were difficult to break, but children were easily swayed to submit with a bit of pain. Unfortunately, as the children grow older the harsher their treatment was. No longer were they children, they weren't even human, children growing up to be broken adults were pets; slaves to their masters for the day they step inside the house to the day they died. Emilee was one of these children.

The horrors began when her parents couldn't afford to even keep their own house let alone take care of their beloved daughter. The two would always give food and water to her, but there would be nights where they couldn't even do that. They had to give her up and give her a better life then this. They were fooled the day a wealthy man spotted the young seven year old playing outside. The moment he saw her he knew he had to have her. He offered them thousands of dollars to have her giving them empty promises to cloth and take care of her like a princess. Foolishly they accepted his offer. The day poor Emilee was ripped away from her parents was the day her like became a living hell. No matter how loudly she screamed or cried for them Emilee's parents turned away letting Satan himself to take her away to a false paradise.

The mansion was beautiful it was like something out of a fairy tail with designs and fashion that most people could only dream about, but the story Emilee was about to be thrown into would be a grimm tale. First she was broken down. The master of the house spent a day treating her like a princess: giving her gowns and feeding her feasts, but the second day as she slept peacefully in her silk cloud of a bed he yanked her out of bed and showed her the world if she chose to be a bad girl. He spent a week beating her randomly no matter how much she begged and cried for him to stop. He starved her and barely gave her any water to drink. The sickness in the man's mind was that Emilee will always be a bad girl. Never again did she get the pleasures of the first day. Instead she lived like dog, being rewarded for good behavior with things she needed to survive. If she did the tiniest thing wrong Emilee wouldn't eat and gain a new bruise. Her silk bed was replaced with a hard cold bed and her gowns were recolored to be a child's maid dress. Only seven years old and she was forced to cook and clean everything for the master of the house, but things only grew worse the older she grew.

God cursed her with a beauty most women envied and a body all men could take joy in and each day she only grew more beautiful, but her master was a cruel man. He wanted to own her not only in mind, but in body and soul. One night when she became twelve the man forced her into his bed, placed a collar tightly around her neck, and ripped away what innocence she had left. She cried a river of tears that soaked the bed along with the evil seed of her master. Not even the beating could top the pain she felt that night and it didn't stop there. The master came up with a few new rules for him to follow. He would never hurt her delicate face beyond a slap, but in return she would have to pleasure him every night he pleased and the rest of her body became a target for his wrath. The master was even sick enough to allow his friends and their children take part in taking her body however they pleased and encouraged them to hurt her in the process. It became a ritual in Emilee's life to submit and allow such horrible things to happen to her young injured body, but despite the horror done onto her she never let it plague her sweet and loving heart.

As the years went on her master started to lose his wealth and even foolishly asked to borrow the funds of other wealthy men, but after failing to pay back his dos for so long rumors of a debt collector spread among the residents of the mansion. Emilee prayed that someone would come and see her this way and take her away, but in her heart she knew it wouldn't be. The entire day was spent with the busy beauty having to clean the entire mansion before the debt collector's expected time. Her long raven black hair flowed down over her shoulders and down her mid back with bangs that came straight across her forehead. Her eyes like two sapphire stones sparkling with life behind glass with long thick eyelashes bordering them and creating a illusion of wings coming from the corners of her eyes. Her lips were red and damaged from the lack of water, but still full and soft to the touch. Her skin had never seen the sun being pale as snow. It would be considered flawless, but the exposed parts of her shapely arms and legs showed a collection of cuts, scars, and burn marks that looked like cigarettes were put out on her. Her body was thin and curvy like an hourglass with a large ample set of breast and a round firm rear despite everything she's gone through. The maid's uniform she wore was not surprisingly erotic to those who saw her. The top tightly hugged her upper body especially around her breast and exposed all of her arms but the shoulders. The shirt tightly hugged against her rear and could barely cover up the panties she wore underneath if she bent over even the slightest her panties would be exposed. Her legs were covered with mid thigh long fish net stockings and black leather heel boots that stopped under her knees. The colors of a traditional black and white with a white bow in the back to add a cuteness to the whole outfit, but there was nothing cute about it. No matter how embarrassing or revealing her uniform was, Emilee learned to work with it while she worked along with the black leather collar that hurt her neck.

 

[Wuffie]

“Who the fuck lives this far out of town anyway?” The voice was a deep, resounding baritone, belonging to a man who disliked nothing as much as he disliked being put out of his way. It was making his irritable, and his state mind during “meetings” as he so liked to call them, could mean the difference between a broken limb, and a missing one. This was the reason he was hired, because he was able to intimidate. The trait was much more powerful than people gave it credit for, sometimes he didn't have to even break anything, just the threat was enough to have the debtor’s suddenly find whatever it was of value they had left. There was little people valued more than their own person, though for some it was the limbs of another that brought even greater agony.

He was a young man, surprisingly so for the position he held. He spoke to the two people in the front seat of a long, sleek black car, dressed in simple black suits, wearing sunglasses and having guns tucked away beneath their jackets. He looked a little different however. He was in a black suit as well, but much more finely tailored, polished shoes and an expensive looking clip on his tie. Doing what he did made him an awful lot of money… and if there was one thing a bank liked more than having all their ducks in a row, it was having a man like him to keep those ducks on the straight and narrow. He clasped a cigarette between his thumb and index finger, letting the smoke trail out in tendrils within the interior of the vehicle, looking boredly out the window. His reflection looked back at him in the glass, a pair of green hazel eyes, deep brown hair combed neatly back from his features, short and kempt, stubble on his face in a similar hue. His features were generally considered attractive, high cheekbones and a defined jawline, which was set in an uninviting scowl as he smoked.

The drove along in the wooded area, the road was rough, bouncing him on his seat and making him that much more displeased with having to come all the way out there to put some muscle on an old man who had fallen behind. He didnt enjoy watching old men cry…. well, not always. It depended on how pathetic they were about their begging. It wasnt long before they came to a large wrought iron gate, it opened without needing to be touched… fancy, he thought bitterly. Perhaps thats where some of the missing money had gone. The vehicle stalled in front of a massive door. He had to admit, it was quite the place, though definitely lacked care, showing signs of deterioration.

“Hey Sieg, you want I should get their attention?” One of his companions, referred to simply as Horse, motioned to the gun at his side. Sig rose his hand, shaking his head before running the hand through his hair, contemplating for a moment before walking up to the front door, giving it a gentle knock. He pulled a piece of paper from his inside jacket, reading over what the Bank wanted him to collect, tucking his hands into his pockets as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. Siegfried, though bearing a German name looked distinctly caucasian, though his build was larger than average. He supposed it came with that same intimidation trait, able to look down at most people over the bridge of his aquiline nose, and having the brawn to act upon his threats.

“OPEN UP!” Sieg’s other comrade barked, bearing little tact as he kicked the door. Sig tutted, giving his friend a look. “Really Rube? So uncouth, we are here on business. do try not to scare his staff.” Sieg’s voice was smooth like honey, waiting patiently for the door to open.

 

[FemShep]

Hearing the large door having a rather gentle knock to it, Emilee walked towards the door carrying a rather expensive looking sliver tray with a sliver tea set and muffins placed orderly on top of it. They were expecting the debt collector to come and wanted to serve them refreshments while they discussed business, but the men arrived much faster then expected. The master haven't heard the knock from his office upstairs, but he expected his slave to answer the door as quickly as possible. Before Emilee could open the door she placed down the tray on a nearby end table and wiped off her hands on her skirt. Right before opening the door she heard the loud threatening voice from the other side, but the sudden jolt of the door made her jump and squeal in reflex. Of course the master upstairs could hear her and his loud voice boomed from his office. "Answer the damn door you pathetic whore or I'll make sure they break your arm before they leave!"

Hearing the threat Emilee quickly responded with the sound of her sweet frightened voice. "I-I'm sorry sir! I'll answer immediately!" With that Emilee's shaking hands grabbed the double door handles and opened the doors. Behind the doors nearly took her breath away. A handsome man before her stood along with his comrades, but Emilee felt no comfort from his presence. His cold exterior reached her heart and sent chills down her spine. She nearly froze at the spot from his harsh and intimidating appearance. Compared to her, Emilee was just a small child seeing him tower over her and far stronger then her in every way. Her heart raced in fear of the three men expecting them to be harsh with her as well and decided to act quickly as soon as her feet would allow. "I-I'm so sorry sirs. Please come in." She apologized timidly and opened one of the double doors wide for them to enter.

While they took a moment to see the interior Emilee walked by to the end table with her heels clacking against the marble stone floors as she grabbed the tea set once again after closing the door behind them causing a loud bang. She politely spoke to them. "Please, follow me to see my master. He's been waiting for you." Staring at the men for a moment Emilee avoided making eye contact especially with the cold one. She was afraid that gazing into his icy stare would freeze her or steal her soul, but honestly those would be welcomed fates in her eyes. Without much waste Emilee quickly turned and walked up the stares to lead them back to her master's office. Even though the men were behind her now she could still feel their icy stares burning into her. She was surrounded by men that could easily over power her and scared her. As she led them inside Emilee knew her master would try to use her as a deal to get the men to look the other way. It's been done before so Emilee prepared herself for the worse to come out of this meeting.

She led the three to a office room filled with shelves of books that have clearly gone untouched with his desk nearly spotless with little to no work on it, but instead bottles of alcohol to take up the space. The man sitting in the chair behind the desk wore a clean nice expensive suit and tie, but no where near as expensive as the others were. He held a cigar in between his index finger and his middle finger. His face was no where near attractive with it's similarities to a fat smug pig. Before the desk were three comfortable seats placed out for the meeting. "Ah gentlemen. A pleasure to meet you." He greets with a sure grin while Emilee sat the tray down on the desk. "I see my pet hasn't fail to show you the way. I apologize for her stupidity, but you know how women pets can be." He chuckled evilly as Emilee poured him a cup of tea that was actually scotch in the tea pot with her eyes low and avoiding anyone's faces. "Now let's get down to business." He spoke after taking a taste of his cigar and blowing the smoke from his fat ugly lips.

 

[Wuffie]

The large doors opened infront of him with an echo throughout the large interior of the home, Sieg’s steely gaze continued along the exterior of the frame before falling on the frightened creature infront of him. He was surprised by her attire; though this did not display on his face in the slightest. She held a youthful appearance, he noticed; somehow this fat old git had acquired this little beauty and it was obvious along her bare arms that he was not a kind of pleasant master. It was all spelt out in on her pale flesh. Sieg gave her a nod as she led them inside, grabbing the polished tray in her dainty fingertips and leading them up the stairs.

He could hear Horse and Rube chuckle behind him as they watched her rear, barely covered by the outfit she wore, the plump cheeks winking at them with each step she took as they followed. Sieg remained entirely silent, averting his gaze to assess the interior of the home. It was littered with old wealth; plenty of places for the old man to draw on to get the substantial money he owed. The young lady clicked along the hall, leading them toward another room, opening to reveal her Master. He was surrounded by the smoke of his cigar, a thick cloud keeping Sieg from seeing him clearly. The three entered one after the other, making the space seem small with their presence. They each took a seat, Sieg’s eyes following along as the maid poured them drinks, her hands seeming shaky from where he sat, though he could not be sure. He assumed she was worried for what her master might face with three much younger, much stronger men in his home… but he would be Civil, if he could.

Seeing the old man smoke immediately gave Sieg the alright to pull his cigarettes from the inside of his jacket, along with the sheet detailing what he was tasked with acquiring. Laying the paper in his thigh, he leisurely pulled one of the slim sticks from the packet, tapping it a few times on the outside before putting it between his lips. They were probably his most attractive feature; so juxtaposed with the coldness of his exterior, a slender cupids bow and softness seeming displaced below his gaze. He lit the cigarette with a casualness, as though he was unconcerned with having the old man wait on him, flicking the cover down with a metallic snap and taking a long drag on it, breathing out slowly and unfolding the sheet, looking over it for a moment before finally turning his attention to him, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“How kind of you to wheel out all the pleasantries, sir. A hospitable home is a healthy one, or so they say…” He meandered around his words, leaning forward and putting the sheet on the desk in front of him. “However I must apologize as my employer does not have time for frivolities like you do. You owe a considerable amount of money and are quite behind on payments and interest.” Seig took another puff on his cigarette, waving his hand around the interior of the room. “Now, it’s quite obvious to me that you have much value still in your possessions. I suggest you… gift us with enough to cover your back payments, with interest, to liquidate at our leisure. Then, hopefully I won’t have to wrinkle my suit.” Sieg gave him a halfhearted smile, though it did not reach his eyes. As he mentioned wrinkling his suit Horse and Rube rolled their shoulders nonchalantly, almost in unison. It would have been comical if it wasn’t terrifying.

 

[FemShep]

The master of the house had no problems waiting on the three men while he watched over his slave and admiring the markings he left on her. The sickness in his mind adored the screams of hers and adored leaving marks on her otherwise flawless body. While the smoke hazed the room Emilee showed no signs of coughing from the overabundance of it. If anything she knew about how hot cigarettes could burn her arms and even her throat. The sick man would force her to swallow the ashed of his cigars if she was nearby and needed to tap off the useless ashes. Perhaps the men before him would love to see his little pet getting hurt after all he could tell at least two of them would take up the offer he was planning to give. Emilee suffered through enough pain that her body desynthesized itself to be use to nothing but pain. It only made his plan that much sweeter in his sick and twisted mind. He waited patiently for the three to speak while Emilee handed him his drink and snatched it roughly from her dainty hands. His finger tapping the desk as he waited in anticipation.

In truth the master had no sign of worry or distress on his face, but instead a sure smug grin. This wasn't the first set of debt collectors that came to claim what he owed, but there was a trick up his sleeve. His secret weapon was the lovely maid standing quietly beside him. It seemed every time he offered them her "services" the collectors would turn to look the other way. While one in particular looked difficult to persuade he was sure his two friends would take up on his offer. Emilee wasn't ignorant to his plan either. She knew deep down inside as she poured more scotch into the tea cups that he would soon play his triumph card. The body of a beautiful maid who wouldn't fight back and allow anything to happen. It was one of the many burdens she bared. It was why she still stood here in the room. As the two waited her master touched her waist and ran his hand up her arm as he puffed on his cigar up until the moment the coldest man spoke up to do business.

He listened taking his hand off of his beautiful slave and folding them together after placing his cigar down on the rarely used glass ashtray. Seeing the paper on his desk the master pulled it towards him and skimmed what was typed on it, but really just listening to the man before him with a smug grin. As they talked one by one Emilee would offer each man a drink of scotch and gave it to him if he accepted it. So far she seemed like a normal maid that was treated fairly, but soon the truth would be revealed right in front of their eyes. Once he was done the master took a taste of his cigar then slowly breathed the smoke from his fat lips. He sat up putting his elbows on the table readying to set the stage. "Don't worry gentlemen your suits wouldn't have to be wrinkled and my things wouldn't have to be stained with blood. You see I have an offer to make." He gestured Emilee to move the tray away off the desk. Emilee quickly obeyed in a frightened fashion and moved the tray away to a nearby empty table as he spoke. "Now you see I've had debt collector's come in before and well...I know that with the right offers you men could...look the other way for awhile." He grinned and looked towards his returning maid. With a tilt of his head he told her to sit on his desk facing the men. For a moment Emilee hesitated, her eyes looking pained, but before she could move her master grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her against the desk. "Get your ass over here!" He shouted making her cringe a bit in fear.

Obeying his orders Emilee sat on the edge of the desk close to the three men before her. Her gaze quickly fall onto her lap as her master continued to speak. "As pathetic as my little pet is there are some...skills she processes. I promise you if you gentlemen choose to look the other way you'll each have a day of pure delight. Why don't you show these lovely men a sneak peek Emilee." Emilee hesitated looking at him from over her shoulder showing no desire of wanting to oblige, but instead a silent begging to not allow it. His face twisted into a face of anger. "Now Emilee or do you want another punishment?" He asked pushing his cigar close to her bare skin. Quickly Emilee unbuttoned the first few buttons of her uniform exposing her large breasted cleavage through it. With a satisfied smile the master relaxed and continued to speak as Emilee pulled down the short sleeves of her uniform and exposed her bare shoulders and more of her chest. "You see, I have a bit of a slut for a maid. She'll do anything and she'll let you do anything to her without a fuss. It could be the dirtiest thing and she'll do it without a question. You can even beat her if your hearts desired that. If you three accept this small gift I can assure you each one of you can have a whole day with her to be your cute little slut, but you'll have to look the other way in return." Emilee slowly exposed more of her chest to the point half of her laced silk white bra was exposed then she lifted up her skirt a bit to expose the lace of her matching panties underneath. Her eyes staying low and avoiding their gazes with embarrassed red cheeks and pained eyes.

 

[Wuffie]

Watching the putrid old man run his hand along the girls waist as he spoke made him feel uncomfortable, not wanting to imagine her anywhere near someone like that. No one deserved that kind of treatment, and this was coming from a man who meted out punishment on a daily basis. Sieg took the small glass from the girls hands, taking a sip of the liquor and savoring its flavor. It tasted excellent, a fine single malt that made him cock an eyebrow at the old man. He definitely had good taste, in booze and women. He played with the small glass in his long fingers, laying it aside after a moment as the master began speaking. He seemed quite sure of himself, though Sieg had seen it all before, always something they thought they could offer him, drugs, personal gain, anything and everything to avoid any personal injury, or any loss of inventory. The old man’s attention moved to his maid, who’s expression gave him nothing but fear. He barked at her, hauling her into position at the edge of his desk.

Sieg was confused for a moment, his expression remaining stoic regardless of what was going on infront of him. Then it all became clear; the old bastard was offering her up to him… not just him, all three of them. Horse grunted slightly in approval, seemingly alright with the idea. He wasn’t called horse for nothing; he was hung like one, but also looked like one. The man couldn’t pay a woman to take it from him, so the idea of a pretty little thing like her having no choice piqued his interest intently. Rube glanced at Horse, giving him a grin but not seeming as eager to join in on the idea. The master continued, describing all the tricks his pet could do, accented with her actions. She slowly began to reveal herself on the edge of that desk; more and more of her creamy flesh exposed. Sieg adjusted his position slightly; as inviting as such an idea might have been, he wasn’t like most men. If he wanted a whore to take everything from him he wanted, he could easily acquire one.

Sieg remained quiet for a moment longer, eyes moving down to her panties as they were exposed, breathing out his lungful of smoke in her general direction. Finally a grin spread to his lips, chuckling darkly and turning his eyes away from his exposed maid, rising from his chair and making his way around the desk, ignoring her completely to stand before her master. He took the final drag on his cigarette, tossing it onto the polished marble floor and crushing it beneath his polished shoe, blowing the smoke in his face. “As much as my good friend Horse here might like to take you up on that offer….” Sieg shot him a glare before returning his attention to the old man, who seemed to have lost his nerve slightly. Sieg snapped his fingers, both of his companions rising to their feet, pulling off their jackets and tugging the girl from her spot on the desk. Sieg swept his arm across the many bottles, sending them to the ground in a shattering mess.

Seig’s actions were swift, grabbing the man by the neck and slamming his face into his thick polished desk, the cries ringing out within the small space, reverberating on the bookshelves. He held him over the desk, the old man’s nose bleeding as he pulled his gun from its holster, jamming it right against the broken bone, making him cry out again. “Now now, do try to hold onto your dignity. We don’t want your whore, we want your money. Nothing she’s capable of is worth more to me than keeping my employers happy, understand? So you will figure out what you want to part with, and we will take it. Seeing as I’m such a forgiving man, I’ll even give you a couple of days to sort your shit out. We will just take your little pet here as collateral.” He spoke in a low gruff tone, pressing the nose of his gun harder into his face before pulling back slightly. “Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

 

[FemShep]

To Emilee it seemed the deal would be made, her master had once again succeeded in hooking them into the deal. She could see the two of the three men having some approval of the offer, but still the icy one didn't appear to crack under the temptation. Inside Emilee couldn't be more humiliated if she had a choice she would have ran away as soon as those doors opened, but she couldn't no matter how desperately she wanted to. It wasn't her place to say who got to sleep with her. Emilee was forced to be a whore to avoid any more burns and cuts on her arms and legs. Her eyes looked up a little to see the smoke being blown in her general direction, but never did her eyes meet his. Though her eyes were still beautiful they weren't the eyes of the young woman she was suppose to be, but instead a broken and tortured soul victimized by a sly revolting man. As the man stood from his chair chills ran down her spine believing he was going to touch her. On instinct Emilee's eyes closed and clenched onto her own clothing, but she didn't feel the taunting touch of a cold man instead hearing his footsteps pass her.

In shock both Emilee and her master stared at the cold man in utter bewilderment. No man had denied his offer of the young woman before. The master closed his eyes and grit his teeth as smoke blinded him for a moment. He looked up at the man wanting to glare back at him, but instead found himself shivering from his aggressive self. Emilee gasped in fear seeing the two men stand, but tugged her away. Quickly Emilee got off the desk and went behind the two men on instinct. She quickly fixed her uniform back to normal as she watched the horrific sight before her. The loud shattering of glass hitting against the marble floor startled both the master and Emilee causing the master to swear loudly and jump up from his chair. Before the disgusting pig could even see it coming the man attacked him in swift moments that were impossible for him to prevent. Emilee couldn't believe the sight before her. Watching a stronger cold man beating her foolish master was something she could only see in dreams. She didn't look away instead she savored the moment of watching the event play out.

With the gun against his broken nose the master froze in fear while making pained sounds through the man's talk. What the man had to say shocked Emilee. Not because of the threat, but the fact he was taking her away. Finally! She was going to get away from that cruel man! Even if it was for only a few days it was more then Emilee could ever ask for! It was nearly impossible to contain her enjoyment as her master shouted in pain and fear. "Fine! Take the bitch! I bet you'll enjoy having her in your hands, but she will come back! I don't care what happens as long as she's alive! Just please leave! I'll pay up as soon as possible just please no more!" There was no better sight then the one Emilee was witnessing right now. Watching him squeal and bend to their wrath. All she could think was: Now you know how it feels. She was still frightened of the three men, but at this point Emilee didn't care who it was she just wanted someone to take her away from here!

 

[Wuffie]

Sieg seemed satisfied with the old man’s suffering for the moment, pulling him back up to full height and brushing off his chest, smoothing down his lapels and giving him a pat on his protruding stomach. “That’s a good lad. Now, as I said I promise to keep her alive. If you take longer than I deem necessary to come up with the funds, I’ll start sending you back her toes. I’m sure you would miss them being attached to her feet.” Sieg didn’t really plan on hurting the girl, but keeping her afraid was a good idea as well. He didn’t want her to start thinking that she could try any funny business, like trying to escape. Though he had to admit she seemed quite subservient, he probably wouldn’t have to do very much to keep her in line if this old pervert managed to.

“Right then, we will see you again soon. He motioned to Horse and Rube, who grabbed their things and opened the door to the room, taking Emilee by her upper arms and leading her down the stairs and out the door. They put her into the back seat, Sieg slid in the opposite side, his companions filling up the front as they drove away. Sieg couldn’t help but let out a laugh, shaking his head as the other two joined in. “Well… that wasn’t really what I had been planning on. We don’t normally take hostages, I’ll have you know.” Sieg glanced to the side, giving himself a moment to take her in. Strangely she seemed almost more comfortable in the car with three strangers than with the man she had been referring to as Master for who knew how long. “I promise we will have you back to the old coot just as soon as he pays us what he owes.” Sieg reassured her, though he wasn’t sure if it would come as a comfort or not.

“I can keep her at my place.” Horse piped up, Both Rube and Sieg laughing heartily. “What? I wouldn’t hurt her. I’d be gentle.” He said, practically pouting. Sieg shook his head. “Horse, for a man with a cock the size of a rolling pin, you are monstrously inept with it. You’d break the poor girl in half.” Sieg chastised him, earning a familiar “Fuck you.” From Horse. They seemed to be quite friendly with one another, but barely acknowledged the young woman within the car with them. Rube finally glanced over his shoulder to her. “Got a name, sweet cheeks?” He queried, Sieg’s eyes glancing to her once again. He supposed he would have to keep her with him, lest Rube was ‘convinced’ to give her a go. As much as he liked the two men, they were vicious with both men and women when given the chance. He didn’t want to have her returned worse than when they took her.

 

[FemShep]

Rubbing salt in his wounds with the man dusting off him off only insulted the master even further, but he wouldn't do anything. After what had happened it looked like suicide to challenge the man again especially since this was only a fraction of what he could do. As much as he dreaded having to give up his whore the master was too selfish to care about anyone but himself. Emilee's moment of dreaming had ended once she heard the threat the cold man had made. She silently gasped putting her hand over her mouth and finding herself stepping back against a wall trapping her in the room. He...he wouldn't really do such a thing would he? While fear retook Emilee's damaged body all the master cared about was how unattractive it would be to see her without toes that and she'll be completely useless to him. Emilee wouldn't be able to walk thus rendering her nothing more then a punching bag and sadly it only confirmed to Emilee that she would be returning to the nightmare house. "Fine! I'll make my payments as soon as possible..." He spoke in defeat making it clear the master had no desire to continue fighting against him.

By nature Emilee rarely fought back and like an abused animal she feared other people. The only person she wasn't afraid of was herself. She was timid and frightened by any man even if they were smaller then her. That fact was only proven when the men grabbed her by her upper arms to take her from the mansion. She gave no resistance hearing her master click his tongue in anger. In the back sit of the car, Emilee found herself near the coldest man of the trio of collectors. She kept her body tense and together pushing her side against the car door and keeping her eyes low as the three acted like casual friends. Despite her body being so tense her eyes seemed to wonder around the three a bit more, but one thing caught her attention. This was the first time they took another person as collateral, but she had to wonder why. Maybe it was because the man was clever enough to see that her master prized her most of all. Whatever the reason maybe Emilee just felt relived that she could finally go a day without him forcing her to pleasure his disgusting body. In time her body grew to relax, but instead of looking like a usual used whore she was more of a young woman as she stared outside the world passing by through the window.

Emilee clang her hands to the top of her uniform like she was trying to keep someone from opening it while her legs were glued together. It's been so long since she's seen the outside world that she was almost lost, but as the men continued to speak the discussion of which she'll stay with caught her attention. She seemed to tense up at the idea of staying with the man they called Horse. By the way they talked to him there were good reasons. Just for once she wanted one day without having to get naked anywhere but the shower; despite that they all seemed to be good friends. Her eyes met with the one of the men's and almost immediately she broke eye contact. "M-my name's Emilee." She answered timidly like a frightened lost child. In her mind there was no point to knowing her name it wasn't like they would be treating her like a person anytime soon. Whatever they decided to do with her Emilee would accept.

 

[Wuffie]

They drove into the city, Horse meandered around the busy streets and cursed occasionally at people who cut him off, having quite the temper behind the wheel. Eventually they paused in front of a large condo deep in the heart of it; Horse put the vehicle in park and glanced over his shoulder. “Get out ya asshole.” He joked, Sieg gave him a nod, chuckling slightly and encouraging Emilee to follow him. He seemed unconcerned with her following him, knowing she would do so without a struggle judging by how little resistance she gave when they took her from the house. The condo was almost like a hotel, a finely dressed doorman opening the large glass panels for him, greeting the pair amicably. “Afternoon Mr. Bourst.” He said with a smile. Seig gave him a nod, a smile creeping to his lips. “And to you Jimmy. How’s the wife?” He asked, the doorman rolled his eyes, both laughing as this seemed to be common banter between the two. The foyer was large and regal, marble floors and polished metals everywhere, leading to a set of Elevators. He pressed the button, tucking his hands into his pockets and glancing to his side, giving Emilee a once over. He was sure her attire was eyebrow raising, but Jimmy seemed unfazed, clearly the other people who called the condo home kept much stranger hours and company than Seig did. He had brought a few young women back there himself, but it was usually much later and far more intoxicated.

The doors opened and allowed the pair inside, shutting behind them Seig pulled a key from his pocket, putting it in the slot on the panel and pressing the button for his floor. “The housekeeper, Gemma, she might have something for you to change into that’s a bit more… presentable.” Sieg suggested, the doors opening to his floor once it lurched into place. His home took up the entire fourth floor, a wall of glass facing them giving an excellent view of the city, plush leather couches in the living area they walked into. They majority of it was open concept, almost like a studio, a stainless steel clad kitchen area to the left, bathroom and bedrooms presumably to the left. He walked in and was immediately approached by a woman, she was slender and leggy, her dark hair pulled into a high bun and wearing a modest maids uniform, a simple dark blue shift and apron. She offered him a bright smile, taking his jacket as he pulled it off. “You’re home early Siegfried. And who is your friend?” She asked in a pleasant tone, eyes falling to Emilee, her eyes showed she was surprised by her presence and clothing. “This is Emilee, she will be staying with me for a little while. Do you happen to have an extra uniform with you dear?” He queried, Gemma’s mouth still slightly open with shock as she snapped herself from her thoughts, smiling again to her employer.
“Ahh… Yes I believe so. Just give me a moment.” With that she disappeared, Sieg pulled his tie over his head, pulling at the top button of his dress shirt to free himself slightly from its restriction.

“Make yourself at home. Bathroom is down there, as well as a spare room that you may use for sleeping, bathroom is that way as well. I do however have some house rules for you; No using the phone, no leaving without my permission and no disturbing me when I am in my office. Understood?” He spoke as he walked toward the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and procuring a bottle of wine, pouring himself a glass before tipping the bottle in her direction. “Would you like some?” He offered. It was certainly a strange juxtaposition. He was perfectly civil, if a little reserved with her, treating her more like a guest than a hostage. Sieg really didn’t know what to do with the girl; he didn’t generally take people as collateral, even ones that seemed so familiar with being treated as an object. He poured her a glass regardless of her answer, approaching her and offering it to her as he took a sip of his one, his cold hazel optics lingering on her face. “You have no need to be afraid of me dear. I’m quite capable of acquiring my own women for… that sort of thing. I have no desire to force myself on you, and I won’t. Alright?” He clarified, Gemma returning to the room then and giving her a small bundle of clothing. “It might be a little big for you, but I’m sure it will be fine for now.” She said with a small smile, quickly skirting away and not wanting to be a part of the strange conversation that was going on between them.

 

[FemShep]

With each swear and shout Horse made Emilee tensed up feeling a wave of fear shocking through her. Every shout...reminded her of him and expected to be hit, but having to remind herself that he wasn't around right now. For now...the monster was gone. She spent the entire trip quiet and unknowing where they were taking her, but it wouldn't be too long until the car stopped. One thing Emilee had to admire was the insults between them that they used to play around. It wasn't something she was use to, but wouldn't mind. Despite his cold exterior something about the man encouraged her to follow, but the surprising thing was...she wanted to follow him. The man took her away from that monster and was the most like a gentleman between him and his comrades. Following him, Emilee stepped out of the car and into the nice condo. Emilee observed seeing how friendly the man was to the employees that ran the condo even acting a bit playful to each other. Maybe there was more to this man then appeared. He might be cold on the outside and on the job, but Emilee had to wonder if there was something warmer inside of him. Sharing an elevator with the man Emilee remained quiet wondering if it was common for him to bring women like her to his home. The man called "Jimmy" didn't seem to be surprised by her uniform, but she tried not to think about it. It was bad enough wearing this in the mansion, but in public was even worse.

Listening to the man Emilee seemed to brighten up a little at the idea of changing clothes. She's been wanting to get out of this uniform since her master had it on her, but it was either this or go naked. Stepping inside the man's condo Emilee felt a feeling she hasn't felt in a very long time. Unlike the mansion his home was inviting and made her feel welcomed in a way. It wasn't what she was use to, but still his home was incredibly nice and for once Emilee didn't feel afraid to be in a man's home. While looking around a little Emilee heard the sound of another woman's voice. She spoke a name...was it the man's name? For a minute Emilee believed the woman was his wife or girlfriend, but it became clear that she was some sort of maid as well. Honestly Emilee was surprised to see she was so covered up. She was led to believe that maids wore clothes similar to the ones she had on now. Now she understood why the woman looked so surprised. Emilee was coming to face the reality that was hidden away from her for so long. Emilee wanted to thank Gemma, but decided to wait until Gemma spoke to her directly so she had the right to speak.

Honestly Emilee was surprised to hear how kind Seigfried was to allowing her in his home. His house rules were simple and easy to follow compared to how her master had ran the mansion and her life. As soon as he asked her if she understood him Emilee spoke up respectfully. "Yes sir, I understand." Emilee decided to follow him to the kitchen ignorant on what she could do or go. She watched him pour his own glass of wine, but looked surprised when he offered some. Her master never let her drink before, but the offer was tempting. The drink looked delicious and sweet, but...would it be okay? She stepped into the kitchen a bit closer to him asking softly. "Would...would it be okay for me to drink? My master never allowed me to drink and I don't know if he'll be fine with it if I started." Despite her answer he poured a second glass assuming it was for her. As he stepped closer Emilee grew fearful of what he would do, but...he wasn't going to hurt her...or use her. Why? Every man she knew has done horrible things to her, but Seigfried was different from them. Why was he so different. She looked up at Seigfried in a slight confusion, but ultimately Emilee reached for the glass. Her hand was shaking a bit like she was expecting something to hit her. Her hand softly gripped the glass and took it gently from his hand. "Thank you...it's a relief to hear there's a man who won't hurt me...I wish there was some way I could thank you...you're so kind and even if it's temporary...you took me away from him...I've never felt so good before." She spoke softly looking down at the glass of wine before hearing the woman's voice again. Emilee gave her a sweet smile and replied. "Thank you Gemma...I'll just be happy to wear something less...demeaning." She used her free hand to take the uniform from her hands and watched her trying to avoid getting involved in their conversation. "I suppose I should change...if...that's okay with you sir..." She spoke looking up at him as if asking for his permission.

 

[Wuffie]

Sieg found it hard to believe this lovely little creature had so little knowledge of the outside world, or how regular people acted with one another. She was tentative of her actions, and trembled with each one he made, despite making it clear that he had no intention of harming her. When she took the glass from his hand he could see the liquid ripple as she shook, questioning whether or not she should go ahead and taste it. She was a little braver with her words then, thanking him for his kindness, he rose an eyebrow as she spoke, taking another sip from his glass before speaking. “He really has fucked you up royally hasn’t he?” Sieg said in a less formal tone, unable to keep his professional demeanor for some reason, her disposition pulled on heartstrings he thought had been severed a long time ago. Sieg was in a business where seeing slaves were a common occurrence, and being told to partake in the pleasures of their flesh was just as regular. It had never interested him; slaves were broken and listless, taking someone like that to bed sounded about as enthralling as a root canal, but for some reason the men in high powered positions wanted nothing more than to possess everything, human or otherwise. Perhaps he was just a bit simpler; when he told a woman to call his name, he wanted her to do so of her own vocation.

Gemma’s return pulled him from his thoughts, putting the clothing into Emilee’s hand. He reached for her wine glass, setting it back on the kitchen island. “Go right ahead.” He said as he pointed in the direction of her temporary room. Once she had left his side he took a deep breath, sitting himself on one of the stools within the kitchen and finishing off his glass before pouring another. This was certainly going to be interesting… He wondered how long it would take for that crotchety old bastard to make his payments, probably a couple of weeks he assumed. His thoughts were interrupted as Gemma returned to his side, hands clasped in front of her in a professional manner. She had been there with him for some of his strangest jobs, patching him up when he returned covered in blood, and ushering half asleep women out of his home when they started poking around before he awoke. It was a strange relationship the pair had, but it worked well.

“Siegfried… Who is this girl?” He asked in a low tone, knowing how sound travelled within the large open space. Sieg shook his head, unsure of what to tell her.

“Shes… a slave, if you can believe it. Don’t worry yourself too much about it. She won’t be here for long. Just be glad that while she is here you’ll have a little help around the house. Don’t be afraid to put her to work… I don’t want her getting any ideas about how to escape.” Sieg advised, eyes skirting over to where she would emerge from. Gemma made a noise of concern, crossing her arms beneath her breasts but not giving him any more flack.

“Well I have some errands to run, try not to do anything anymore stupid.” She teased, grabbing her coat and purse before closing the door behind her, leaving Sieg and Emilee alone together. Sieg had wanted to tell her that it wasnt as terrible a plan as she made it out to be, but he couldnt be sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her.

 

[FemShep]

As Emilee went in the other room Sieg's words lingered in her head. 'He really has fucked you up royally hasn't he?' Despite knowing the horrible things her master has done it took those words to finally feel all the pain he caused rushing back to her. Emilee's body must have been numbed it she couldn't even remember all the suffering until someone said something. Emilee didn't even know how much her body trembled and how much she flinched. Her memories of everything he's done was burned into her mind, but it became so usual to be hurt that her body thought it was normal. She was ignorant of what kindness and generosity was. She didn't know how the outside world worked and with everything that's been happening Emilee felt like she was drowning. Everything was changing so fast and much that her head was spinning. Emilee knew once experiencing what this outside world had to offer it'll be that much more painful to go back home. Her comfortable body would remember what pain was. What rape and abuse felt like. Thinking about it, now that she was in the warmth when she'll return to the cold it'll be that much colder and darker. Never again will Emilee be as bless as she was right now.

In the other room Emilee couldn't hear the whispers and lowered voices of Sieg and Gemma even with the door open. It became a habit to keep doors open, because her master wasn't very happy with her trying to block herself away from him. She could remember the beatings, his angry shouts, the sound of her own screams. Emilee forced herself to chase away her own nightmares as she finally allow the revealing outfit to fall off her damaged, but still gorgeous body. Naturally Emilee feared the moment a man would walk in and force her to the ground while she was doing this, but strangely no such thing happened. Unfortunately Emilee couldn't abandon the provocative undergarments underneath her uniform, but at least she'll be covered for once. Piece by piece Emilee slipped the uniform onto herself feeling it loosely covering her body showing she was a bit too small, but it was a improvement. With the uniform covering her body Emilee examined herself like she never wore clothes before. Is this what most women felt like? Secure and decent without a hint of sex appeal exposed to the world? This feeling was unlike what Emilee has ever felt before so odd, but welcomed. What was this feeling? Was it...happiness?

Emilee decided to return to prevent Sieg from waiting too long and folded up her old uniform to store away for now. Last time she let a man wait for her for too long she gained a few more scars to her collection. She didn't know how to feel or what to do now that she was fully clothed. So, as she returned to Sieg, Emilee kept her eyes to the ground with her hands folded in front of her like a nervous little girl. In this new world she didn't know what was proper or normal. How could she? All her life she's been a maid and a living sex toy for her master and all his friends. Despite no longer having to wear her uniform for now Emilee couldn't take her collar off. She had to remember she was her master's pet and just because a kind man took her away for a short time didn't mean she could forget it. Emilee feared her master so much that she believed just the slightest move could set him off again. She had to remember that Sieg wasn't like them; he wasn't like the other men. Yet no matter how much she tried her body still lived in fear of the slightest touch. Emilee returned to Sieg keeping her maid like stiffness and attitude. "Is this better sir?" She asked softly forcing herself to look at him, but never in the eye.

 

[Wuffie]

Sieg had been poking at his cell phone when she came back into the open area, his long fingers flicking over the screen absentmindedly, trying his best to figure out exactly what kind of man her Master was. There was little media attention around him that he could find, so that either meant he had paid them off to not report on any misgivings, or he was just that good at hiding his indiscretions. His eyes flicked up to her, that same coldness there, but he blinked a few times as he took her in, seemingly surprised by how the garments looked on her. Sieg pulled himself from the stool he sat on, bridging the gap between them and looking down to her with a measured gaze. “Yes, this is much better.” He said simply, though his eyes lingered on the collar around her neck, his hand rose, but faltered for a second, lingering between them before he extended it fully, grazing his thumb along the surface of it, before pulling back, tucking both his hands into his pockets.

He wondered why she had decided to leave it on, though he could see the fear in her, rippling around them as his hand moved only moments before. She was still terrified of her master, even so far away from him. Just his influence was enough to control her. Sieg had never seen anything like it, and felt this strange compulsion to free her from the heavy burden of that terror. However, there was little he could do… He had no idea what kind of connections her Master held, what kind of people he might have known… people he wouldn't call on to get rid of a few debt collectors, but to repossess his most treasured pet? Absolutely. He lingered in front of her for a few more moments, before cursing under his breath, running his hand through his hair and stepping away from her. She was already getting under his skin with those big doe eyes of hers, eyes that never reached his but burned just as brightly none the less. She certainly looked more innocent in the slightly baggy uniform, her slender shoulders didn't fill it out, but the rise of her breasts, which seemed to rise and fall with ever increasing fervor when he touched her collar, certainly did it justice.

Sieg quickly pushed the thought from his mind, not wanting to be one of the men she feared. His thoughts might have wandered; she was truly a beauty, but a wandering mind was the most he would allow. He cleared his throat then, Heading back toward his glass of wine. “You must be hungry. Would you like something to eat?” He asked softly, itching for a cigarette, but he refused to let himself smoke inside. Clutching his glass he went to the fridge, glancing inside to see what Gemma had prepared for him, but it looked like her errands involved getting something for dinner. “Hmm… well it looks as though we might have to go out for dinner. Would you be opposed to this?” His voice had regained its original polite formality, as though he was putting up paper thin walls between them, so that he was only able to make out the silhouette of the girl in front of him… silhouettes might be titillating, but they were rarely dangerous. Dangerous was his desire to pull that collar from her throat.

 

[FemShep]

Despite that Master could be quite stupid in most cases he knew how to cover up the stories of abuse and scandals that have been reported. Sometimes after men would come and ravage Emilee's body they would carelessly gloat about it explaining every detail of the horrific event. Either someone walking by or a member of their staff would hear and report to the media to police and media services to cover the stories. Actually, that was how Master fell into debt to begin with. Because of Emilee, Master has been cruel man with plenty of friends seeking the same services making her do things to them or other women for their pleasure; sometimes even recording it for later. There was plenty of evidence with security videos, rumors, and just by looking at Emilee, but of course everyone had a price. At first paying off cops and the media was easy with a few payments, but he wouldn't use Emilee on them after all she needed to stay tight and firm for his friends. Another few payments had to be made to doctors who would use drugs to keep Emilee's body firm, usable, and even prevent pregnancies since some of his friends forget to pull out. All of these factors caused the Master to lose more and more money and soon enough he wouldn't have enough to keep his mansion. Instead of selling Emilee on the streets he decided to ask organizations and even mafia members for money promising to pay them back once his finances were stable again, but he had no intention of paying anything back. All he cared about was his little sex toy and money, but now that he had neither Master will have to work his ass off to get it all back again.

Chills ran through Emilee's body seeing Sieg's cold eyes return on her, but at the same time looked surprised. What Emilee couldn't determine was what he was surprised about. Watching him stand and closing in on her, Emilee let out a soft fearful gasp. His eyes were so cold; she could feel his icy gaze burning into her skin. While his words of a simple approval were comforting in a sense Emilee still couldn't keep herself from trembling. As she saw his hand rose towards her, Emilee closed her eyes and braced herself feeling her heart pounding even faster and losing control of her soft breaths for the familiar grip leading to more torment, yet Emilee felt nothing. It took a few seconds before her trembling body would allow her sapphire eyes to open again. His fingers tracing over her collar for a moment surprised her. What was he thinking? Was this bad or good? Was it really so strange to see a girl with a collar in this world? Her body still trembled, but not as fearfully seeing how close he was standing to her. Her soft eyes wouldn't dare look up into his eyes, but she could only wonder what his eyes were saying and what he was thinking.

The more Emilee observed the man before her the more she began to wonder. He seemed conflicted which was foreign to Emilee being the only conflict she's seen in a man was where to take her to play. She wouldn't allow herself to think of the possibility he wished to free her. Freedom was only a dream to her, one Emilee will never live besides what would she do with freedom? All Emilee has ever known was harsh cruel people and the usual cleaning, cooking, and rapes. How could she ever be a member of the free outside world like he was? All she was a toy that'll be used over and over again until she died or grew too unattractive to men from age. Her thoughts were disturbed hearing Sieg clear his throat. For a moment she watched him move and speak to her in a way no one ever has before. He sounded serious and cold again, but deep down Emilee wanted that so she could never get too attached to him and be influenced by the idea of having freedom. She was pretty hungry it's been at least two days since she's gotten to eat, but it was normal to her. Because he asked her a question Emilee spoke up obediently. "I wouldn't be opposed sir, but it's not my decision on anything. Please do as you wish and I shall follow without a word unless you wish me to speak."

 

[Wuffie]

He supposed he should have expected that kind of response from her, she never would have refused him regardless of what he said or told her to do. He gave her a gentle smile as he returned to her side, motioning for her to follow him out of the room and back toward the elevator. There was a quaint little cafe near by, tucked away enough for her to not gain much attention while able to at least feed her while under his care. She looked so small and frail beside him, he wondered when the last time she might have eaten was. Her master seemed to use food as a great tool with her, judging by the slenderness of her frame. He couldnt help the grin that spread across his face at the idea of fattening her up a little before he sent her back, that would piss him off a little, he was sure. Seig couldnt quite understand his need to spite the old bastard, but the just the idea of it gave him such a pleasant sensation of victory he couldnt help himself. Using her as a tool for his revenge would not only get his point across, but also help the little creature in the long run.

They left the condo with little fanfare, Emilee in normal maid attire definitely served its purpose of helping her blend in. The moment he was outside a cigarette found his lips, helping him calm and assisting his thought process. He didnt speak, just expecting her to follow along beside him for the couple of blocks between his home and the cafe. Once they arrived he spoke directly to the server, snuffing out his smoke before following her inside. It was warm and inviting inside, wooden tables that looked as though they had been lacquered hundreds of times, folksy art upon the walls and the rich scent of coffee and espresso reaching his nose and causing a grin to tug at the corners of his lips. Despite the scent inside they also made wonderful soups and things, just masked by the potency of the coffee. Once they were seated he undid the button of his coat, a small menu placed infront of both of them. He did not look at it, merely ordering a double espresso, his icy gaze finally settling on her after their unnerving walk together.

“Order anything you like, I am under the assumption that you are literate… though given your master I dont know if he would have even allowed that, the old prick.” He spoke in a soft but rumbling tone, not wanting to let the other patrons of the space in on thier little conversation. He toyed with his lighter, tipping it over and over again along his fingertips, clearly in thought, though his expression would not let her in on where his mind wandered. Sieg’s disposition was thuroughly unnerving, and he knew this, but keeping her on edge was the safest approach. His thoughts were interrupted when a young woman returned with his espresso, quickly skirting away once she did, leaving Emilee with her menu for a little longer. “I have to ask…” He piped up finally, picking up the sugar packet and giving it a couple of taps with his finger before ripping it open, pouring the contents into the tiny cup and giving it a stir. “Why leave the collar on? I mean… you are technically under my possession for the moment, or possibly forever should your master refuse to pay what he owes…Though quite honestly that would entail your torture and death, which I would imagine he would like to avoid.” He shrugged slightly, as though the prospect was a possibility, but only a vague one. “Does it make you feel more comfortable? Or just a force of habit?” He was curious on what kind of thoughts went through the mind of a woman… no, a girl who had been forced to perform all manner of atrocity for the entirety of her life. “I would think that someone in your position would want to throw off the chains of your oppressor, as it were.” He paused in his ramblings to take a small sip from the tiny ceramic cup, eyes still focused on her as he did so.

 

[FemShep]

Just as Sieg thought of her, Emilee obeyed him and followed behind him like a lost puppy, but this time without the suggestive uniform on her there were less eyes peering at her. With this new uniform on it was like Emilee was a new girl. She's been so use to everyone staring at her with disgust or lust, but now it was like she was invisible to everyone beside Sieg. Maybe a few glances were thrown their way, but Emilee couldn't understand what they meant. It would have been because Seig towered over her making Emilee look almost childlike compared to him or it could have been that now that her body was concealed others were noticing her beauty. Either way the change was welcomed and another wish granted by Seig. It's only been a few hours and already Seig had changed her. A new less gloomy perspective of a world she once believed was cruel and unforgiving, but now a light was being shone through her darkness. If it wasn't for him...Emilee would have never saw this new world and continue to shiver alone in the darkness of her reality. For once Emilee felt safe and warm, a warmth she knew not to grow too comfortable or fond of. Despite the cold Sieg gave off and the dead silence that went on between them.

It was the first cafe Emilee has ever visited and it was unlike anything she's ever seen. The moment they were inside she was assaulted with the aroma of coffee, but much stronger and sweet smelling then Emilee experienced. The warmth and colors inviting them inside with the sights of beautiful artwork and wooden tables. There was a old feeling to it like they stepped into another era. The warmth of the atmosphere influencing her to smile for the first time in a very long time. Emilee didn't know if she could even smile. As expected Emilee sat across Sieg at the table and waited for him to give her some sort of indication of what she could do. With his permission Emilee opened the menu after tensing up from his icy gaze, but his words caught her off guard. He seemed more bitter then before towards Master, but it could have been her imagination. Softly she spoke. "Master would allow me to read and learn from books. He says stupid girls aren't beautiful. Everything I know was from them." She explained briefly. Her eyes studied the words on the menu, but unsure what anything was on it. She's heard of these coffees and meals, but never had any herself and Emilee wasn't comfortable ordering something she might not like making him waste money on her. It would be a gamble, but with the help of the pictures Emilee would make a decision soon enough. The sound of Sieg's firm voice caught her attention and made her eyes lift from the menu to meet his, but quickly broke the eye contact and listened to him.

What he asked about came as a surprise. As he asked about the collar her fingers lightly touched it, but quickly pulled away almost like she was checking to make sure it was still there. Emilee remained silent as her eyes lowered waiting until the moment she believed Sieg was finished. Before speaking she took a breath and spoke softly so only he could hear her. "I wear it out of fear. I would accept death before I would accept having to go back to that place. If Master does pay his debts and finds out I've taken it off or allowed myself to have freedom then my punishments will be even harsher then normal and I once believed it wasn't possible, but...it is. It's not possible for me to taste what you get to experience everyday. What these people get to everyday. You're allowed to have a choice, to be human. Freedom...is only a dream for me even though you do have authority over me, but...there's nothing that can allow me freedom. The collar reminds me of my place, but the damage he's done are my shackles that can never be removed." She spoke barely moving as though she was possessed. Only her hands balled up on the table and her eyes full of pain.