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This is Young Brenton Wilds new Mansion. It must be kept clean at all times. You may wonder anywhere you please, but you must stay out of his private study which is located on the third floor, room 314. Slave Rooms are on Floor 2.

As they rounded the corner he pointed to a few guards. "Not completely to myself, but close enough." he said. "There are 4 guards here at this time. I had planned on adding more, but..." He trailed off as he turned around and looked at her. He smirked and said "I have been thinking maybe I don't need more." He continues walking to the back entrance staring at the pool. It was brand new and he hadn't even had a chance to swim in it yet. As he reached the door he turned around and looked at her. "A week ago this was just a field. It was my 17th birthday present...as were you. In our family you come of age and receive your inheritance and seeing as I am the only child, It was quite large." He opens the door. Inside the Furniture was all spaced out and made of wicker and red wood. Due to the amount of windows it almost seemed as if they were still outside, but the temperature was much cooler. He usually kept it around 64 degrees, but when he looked over at his new servant, he saw that he might have to adjust that some.

He nodded and walked to the left towards a large staircase that went up to the next floor. On this floor there was one hallway that went in front of several different rooms. On the other side of the hallway was the windows that looked out over the property. He walked with her over to the windows and pointed to the building to the left of the main building. "That is the gym and bathing house. Each room has its own bathroom, but the heated pool and the spa is in there." He gestured to the building that mirrored it. "That one is for you. You can have anything in it that you want." Then he turned to the rooms behind him. "You also get first choice of rooms, they are all pretty much the same though and they are empty. We can go and pick you out what you want later. He walked up to the other end and went up the stairs that were on that end. It stopped at a door, the whole third floor was one room and it had the number "314" on it.

He opened the door slowly, not sure if he wanted her to see into his private room. He hadn't really gotten used to it himself, which was okay considering he had only spent the day before decorating it. Inside the walls were a red color that almost completely matched Her clothes. All the furniture was a deep red wood that had been stained and polished. Immediately to the left in the room as you walked in was a large, white grand piano complete with a white bench. They were polished so much that it reflected the red of the wall giving them a red tinge. Beside it sat a desk with a mac computer sitting on it. To the immediate right was an Easel and a tracing desk with a back light. A large sum of the wall space after that was taken up by windows that were as tall as he was, these were the only ones on the property that he had covered with blinds however. Beside the bed sat two dressers complete with lamps and clocks and the bed itself was full size and covered with ornate red and rust colored designs. The rest of the room was lined with bookshelves completely filled with different color books. He waved his arm towards the inside and said "Well, this is my room, this is the only place that i ask that you do not enter freely."

"Well good, You will work out just well then." He says with a hint of that smugness that he had shown before. He quickly takes her hand again and moves both of them out of the room, He closes the doors and thinks about locking it. With a glance towards her, he decides that she really wouldn't go inside his room, so he leaves it unlocked. He walks downstairs. On the way up the stairs opposite of them comes a man holding a black leather bag. He was a regal looking fellow with a small pair of glasses that sat on his nose. He had a mustache that pointed out and curled a few times at the end. His hair was peppered with both white and black strands of hair, which showed his age. Brent had always laughed at this mans appearance, but since he putting the mark on his family since before his dad was born, he didn't say anything to him. Brent took a step towards him and the strange man bowed.

"Ah, my Lord." He says as he quickly stands straight. He didn't like bowing to a pip-squeak not even a fifth his age, but he knew he would receive hell if he didn't. "I heard that you would be requiring my services and I came at once."

"Yes Mallard" Brent said "I have a new slave which I need marked." He says gesturing towards Kaoru. "And do take care not to make this one bleed" He says looking in her direction. "She is worth more to me than you are."

Mallard tightened his jaw and was about to snap a retort, but before he did, he caught himself and just flashed a fake smile. "Of course my lord." He said carefully.

Brent took Kaoru's hand again and led them both to a big fluffy chair that was downstairs. He smiled at Kaoru and asked her to sit.

He grabs some chairs for him and Mallard and sat down beside her. "I'm afraid it will sting for a little bit, but don't worry, you aren't getting the full tattoo like I have. You will just get the outline of the wolf, which shows you belong to the Wilds." He looks expectantly at Mallard and nods for him to begin.

Mallard inwardly rolls his eyes, like he needed the approval of some punk to do his job. He looked at the young lady with a smile, a fake smile, but a smile. "Don't worry, i've done this many times. It will only last for about 30 seconds." He starts to slip her sleeve down so that he can get to her shoulder, but Brenton quickly slaps his hand away.

"How about you ask if she is ready first you old fool!"

Mallard Grits his teeth and looks at the young lady. "Are...you...ready?"

Mallard quickly Started etching the outline of a wolf looking off to the right. The ink was red and was about an fourth of the inch wide. Once he finished the outline, he gave it a red line. The whole process actually took only about 15 seconds. Mallard knew that it always helped when the person was expecting to last longer. He quickly patted her arm removing any excess ink and quickly stands up and puts his things away. He wanted to as far away from this blasted house as he could. "Will that be all my lord?"

Brent looked over his work and nodded approvingly. He quickly reached into his cloak and pulled out a silk handkerchief and carefully wipes the sweat off of her head. "Yes Mallard, that will be all." He hands him a couple coins and ignores him as he storms out. No doubt he would run straight to his father and complain, but he wouldn't find any mercy there either. He looked at Kaoru, He wasn't sure what to do with this girl now. He didn't share his Fathers idea of Slaves. Someone who is to be bought and used then threw away like trash, but he also didn't see the point in falling in love with a slave like his brother did. He shook the thought of his brother out of his head. No, he was more practical. If she treated him well and behaved, he would treat her like a grand investment. "Are you hungry?"