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This beautiful four story castle stands atop a small man-made hill the top of which has been flattened to allow the building to sit perfectly. From its small vantage point it overlooks a majority of the houses that surround it – though there are few of them to start with – and also allows the Chath family a bit better of a view of the surrounding area. The land that the building stands on is roughly three acres, on which there is a slave house, the main house at least two swimming pools (one for the slaves and one for the owners and their guests), a basket ball court and a shooting range.

The manor itself was built using the Gothic design with slight modern additions added on during later renovations. Even with the modern additions the castle itself still retains the original Gothic feeling to it since the Chath family did not want that to disappear. The house has been in the family for as long as anyone can remember. Even the eldest surviving member can't remember a time they did not live inside the house.

Stirring the Kitsune opened her eyes slowly. Blinking she was greeted with the sight of black leather. Where.... am I, she thought still drowsy from what ever the guard had injected her with. Rolling over onto her back she looked up at the ceiling. Confused that she wasn't seeing the typical stone the Kitsune lay there thinking, her ears twitching slightly. The last thing she remembered was a needle coming towards her before she passed out.

She tensed suddenly remembering what had transpired earlier. Shooting up, her eyes wide, she quickly scrambled backwards until she couldn't move any further. Her back pressing into the arm of the couch as she shuddered violently. Looking around almost wildly her burgundy eyes landed on the black and red haired man from earlier. Eyes locking with his for only a second she quickly dropped her gaze to his feet. Trembling in fear she hoped that she didn't anger her new master. The last thing she wanted was to give him a reason to hit her.

Breathing in deeply she tried to calm her racing heart beat. Biting her bottom lip she nodded her head in response to her masters question. She remembered exactly what he had said, it was hard to forget after all. She was now his to do with as he pleased, nothing to protect her besides her own wit and willingness to serve. The Kitsune knew if she did not that things would definitely end badly for her.

Glancing from his feet the Kitsune saw the barbed knuckles and whip. Shaking even more violently her heart rate increased yet again. She had an odd suspension that he would think up even more methods of punishment if she gave him reason or cause. Bowing her head she vowed to do anything she had to so that her new Master would never have to use those or anything else to make her obey him.

As she listened to him speak she shuddered again relaxing only slightly. She didn't want to be here, but the Kitsune also knew that unless her Master wished it this is where she would stay. Brushing away a lock of matted hair, she folded her hands in her lap trying to calm herself. Her ears were still flat against her head, while her tail wrapped around her. A fine tremble still ran through her, but the violent shuddering had thankfully subsided.

Looking at the books which now littered the floor she closed her eyes. “Yes...M-master, I …. will clean up the books.” She said her voice wavering only slightly as she opened her eyes. Sliding from the couch she tried to keep a some distance from her new Master and herself. Bending down she picked up the books he had tossed to the ground before placing them back onto the shelves. She just hoped that she had placed them back in there appropriate spots.

Clutching the hem of the white dress she wore she turned to face her master who now sat on the other end of the leather couch. The Kitsune stood there, her eyes adverted from his. She didn't move to sit back down or away from the bookshelf, instead she stayed standing. Staying quiet she waited to see what else he would have her do.

As she stood next to the book case the Kitsune was able to see her Master rise from his seat. As he came towards her she flinched slightly, shrinking away from him, yet she didn't move from her spot. Gasping softly as her Master grabbed her neck, she had so repress the urge to move or attempt to stop him. Though it took all of her will not to. Unlike most other creatures a kitsune's neck was one of the most sensitive places on there body, even more so then humans or nekos. So just having his hand at her throat pressing the collar into her skin hurt more then it should have. Thankfully though she had a high pain tolerance, yet even this only went so far.

“Yes Master, I will bring you a Bourbon Punch right away.” She said softly as he released her neck. “Would you like ice with that, Master?” Looking about the room she tried to spot if there was a small bar within the study. All she saw though was the desk in the middle and bookshelves lining the walls. Where am I suppose to go?, she though worriedly. It didn't help that she wasn't sure about continents of the drink her Master had asked for. She only hoped her memory would serve her well... or that she found a book telling her how to make the drink.

Quickly walking out of the study and away from her Master, the Kitsune went in search of a bar or kitchen. Continuing to walk down the long hallway she nervously peaked her head into her door yet still she found nothing. Finally almost 4 doors down was a lounge of some sorts. Spotting a bar near one of the walks her eyes lit up. Tail swishing happily she made her way over before grabbing a glass. As she stood there her tail dropped, she didn't know how to make Bourbon Punch. Fearing that she was taking to long she quickly rummaged around trying to find something like a recipe book. Pulling out a little red book she flipped through it until she came upon the recipe for Bourbon Punch... the only problem was that it was for a larger amount then she needed.

Looking at the clock which hung on the wall, the Kitsune's eyes opened wide, she had been gone for almost 7 minutes now. Fearing the punishment that she knew would await her if she took any longer she threw everything together, hoping that she was putting the correct amounts of everything in. Quickly closing everything she scurried out of the room drink in hand. Breathing in deeply she walked through the door to the study, before walking over to her Master handing him the drink. She could only hope that she had done everything to his liking.

It was obvious to the Kitsune that her new Master was upset, furious even, as soon as she walked through the door. Ear's pressed against her head and her tail wrapped around her the Kitsune whimpered softly. Yet still she had moved closer to him in at attempt to appease him. She couldn't cringe and hide. That in her mind would just make her punishment worse... Shaking slightly she waited fearing what was about to come.

Flinching as her Master spoke she curled slightly into her self expect the worse. Closing her eyes she cringed feeling a cold liquid being poured onto her head. The strong smell of alcohol quickly told the Kitsune that it was the drink she had made, which now soaked her hair. The Kitsune looked up at him, fear clearly in her eyes as his grip tightened. Mewing in distress she struggled slightly against him as it became harder for her to breath.

The threat of him using the whip or knuckles on her body hung over her head making her heart pound in her chest. Looking away from him she nodded almost frantically, all she wanted was for him to let her go. Hearing her Master dismiss her the Kitsune quickly ran our of the room. Her bare feet made almost no sound as she quickly ran into the lounge.

Skidding to a halt she pushed her now wet hair away from her face, trembling. Moving over to the bar she grabbed another glass, yet quickly had to steady it with the her other hand. Even with both hands holding onto the glass she still shook to the point of almost dropping it. Setting it down the Kitsune whimpered looking back over the recipe. With shaking hands she slowly poured the correct amounts into the glass. Stirring it the contents she looked towards the clock, only 2 minutes had passed. Hoping that she could please her Master this time she made her way back into the study, shuddering slightly.

((I'm gonna go ahead and start posting here.))

Frost walked up to the mansion, looking around with curiosity. "It's so beautiful, master..." She said to Alexander, looking to him. She looked a little happier now. Her tail had perked back up, and her ears twitched at even the slightest sound. Her eyes looked happier and alert. She pulled up one of the straps on her shirt as it fell down. She retied her bows on her gloves. "...So, what do we do now?" She asked politely.