<i>Click. Click. Tap.</i><br/><br/>It was constant as he moved around her. It was a sound ingraining into her mind, each step as he circled her.<br/><br/><i>Click. Click. Tap.</i><br/><br/>It was starting to match her heart beat. It battered against her chest, pumped the anxiety through her veins. She had to remember to breath, it felt impossible to keep her hands at her sides when all she wish to do was shield her flesh from his gaze.<br/><br/>She would wonder what he thought, she had never been left to think of one might think of her. It chipped at her ego with every step.<br/><br/><i>Click. Click. Tap.</i><br/><br/>He was before her, she lifted her chin to meet his gaze, to try and stand strong against the tidal waves as if she was not afraid of drowning. He would see the way her chest heaved, the dilation to her eyes as she felt like she was on the edge caught between fight and flee. She settled for freezing, keeping her feet in place. She wouldn't move, she couldn't show any more weakness then she had. Not to him, not to anyone now. She was alone.<br/><br/>Vivian's lower lip rolled, catching between her teeth as he finally spoke. He was casual as if she was still fully dressed before him. He told her the plans for the next day, she would be expected to step out of her hole and be seen socializing with him again. She would rather stay behind her locked doors until she could fully come to terms with what is now her realighty.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but to admit that his own poke at his color somehow relieved some of the tension she felt in her shoulders. It seemed William had a small sense of humor though she was certian she did not want to test how far that humor could go.<br/><br/>His hand lifted and split second she tensed thinking he might try and touch her but he ended in a bow. It was clear she did not understand the change in his attitude, she could not take comfort in his words. Even wolves could make a sheep feel safe, she had no intent to be devoured by the man.<br/><br/>She would nod her head a little to him but not bring herself to say another word. She would not wish him a goodnight.<br/><br/><i>Click. Click. Tap.</i><br/><br/>The sound would fill the empty space as he walked away. The door sounded solid as it closed behind her leaving her truly alone.<br/><br/>At last the panic settled in, her hand flew to her chest as she crumbled to her knees on the cool stone beneath. This was her new future? A man who kept monsters under his thumbs, she could only imagine it took an even worse monster to gain respect from such a man.<br/><br/>This was her Master now.<br/><br/>Angry tears filled her emerald eyes, her hands rose quickly as her palms worked to wipe away the hot liquid. She just felt so frustrated, any sense of control she had thought she had had been undone with every button of her dress.<br/><br/>She would sit there for sometime trying to gain control of her feelings, her chest was tight, it felt hard to breath as her mind whirled. She could remember the feeling of being inspected as a child.<br/><br/><i>"Alright batch C, you are to go out to the courtyard. Its exercise time." <br/>
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That's what they would call it, exercise time. It was time for an inspection, someone was here to take a child away. It always left the small child with a sense od dread but she could not recall ever knowing anything else. She as in Batch B, a collection of children from 6-9, the female batch. There was only 13 of them, one of them had been the small girls friend but she had been claimed in the last culling. You always wanted to believe wherever you went would be better then here, stuffed into a room. They weren't starve at least, they weren't beat for bruises with appreciated by the clients that were brought in. Each girl was unique in their own way, be it the color of their eyes, their hair, or their skin. They liked to offer choices. <br/>
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They would get dressed in thier fine clothes and make their way down stairs. Usually there would be a gathering of inspecting eyes at the bottom. The girl's were instructed to keep their gaze down, they weren't allowed to see who might own them if they were decided upon. The little girl couldn't help but glance up, her vibrant gaze met with deep blue pools.</i><br/><br/>Vivian took a breath and settled herself.At least she was alone in the house and there was no other to mock at her exposed flesh. There was no getting the dress back on by herself. She gathered her things and did a walk of shame to the Master Bedroom. She collected the key from the dress and at last slipped into the one space she had truly hoped to claim.<br/><br/>The door swung open with a familiar creak, directly before her bed. It looked so welcoming and she moved forward towards to fall onto the satin sheets. They were red, she had admire the color and her Master had told her it was because it reminded him of her. When she was younger and had greatly warmed up to her kind new owner, she had wanted to lay in bed with him like children do with parents.<br/><br/>To her, her master always had trouble saying no. It had been last weakness in life, he had a standing to uphold and could never display the affection he had show to Vivian to any other. She was a pet, not a person, this somehow made it acceptable in his mind to spoil her.<br/><br/>Of course Vivian had started to become woman and the man had been a stop to such things.<br/><br/>The ginger spilled onto the bed, hitting and sending up a cloud of her Master's aroma. The old scent, it clung to the fabric. She buried her head into it and breathed deeply. She didn't want to move from here, she wanted to lock the doors and deal with William breaking in; however to do would make her act of stripping useless. She felt frustrated again. There was a groan as she rolled to her side to peer at the bedside table. There was her book, she would read while she sat quietly in here but beside that was ornate hairbrush. She could still see her red locks tangled in the teeth of it.<br/><br/>Every Night before Master would brush her hair, he adored stroking the flames and she found it so comforting. She missed the feeling, she had cut her hair short in a symbolic act. She frowned recalling William's comment on her hair cut, she knew it was bad.<br/><br/>She knew she would have to get up, gather the things she wanted from here and steal them back to her room. Her room wasn't far, she sat up on the bed and peeked to the right. The door there lead to her room, the door on the left was the bathroom.<br/><br/>She would be too close to William for comfort.<br/><br/>She pushed herself off of the bed, she wanted to put clothes on and decided she would take advantage of the room fully. She slipped into her Master's closet, she decided on one of his button up. It was his favorite, he wouldn't say so but when there was nowhere to go it was the same shirt he would adorn. It was grey and smooth to the touch. Once dressed she reached for the shirts on the hanger and leaned into them inhaling deeply. She would take a few of these.<br/><br/>There was also a watch, one Master saw to the care of. It was a pocket watch, she would have no trouble claiming this as well but this did little to ease the lost of this room. It wasn't the items, it was the moments, the scent that filled the room and wrapped her up in a sense of safety. She didn't want to let it go.<br/><br/>She took back her hair brush before setting to the task of collecting all the books she gather in the corner of the room. Across from the bed, by the door was a lounge she had spent much time on and had even fallen asleep on multiple times. She would miss its soft padding.<br/><br/>The pillows came last and she felt exhausted by the end. She was in her room now, spilling onto her bed. If one did not look at the walls they would find the room to be rather white but there was no over looking the walls. She had painted a forest on one, pine trees that went from floor to ceiling. Another wall carried the ocean on its grain, a choice she now regreted as she peered at it. She had slaved over the other walls, fields of flowers. It had taken years and many sighs from her Master. He had accepted it, she enjoyed it, her decorated cage.<br/><br/>"Angelica! Ang-" There was an echo and she remembered she was alone again. She frowned as her hand drifted across her stomach. She was hungry, she would have to feed herself. She huffed in annoyance, why did he have to fire everyone so quickly.<br/><br/>She would be forced down the hallways and to the kitchen. At least the pantry was stocked, she couldn't cook complex things but she could make sandwich and take as much fruit as she liked.  Satisfied she would return to her room for the night, soaking in a bath before laying in bed.<br/><br/>She had thought this would be fine, she could handle the night alone but the house was too quiet, empty. She did not like being alone, she didn't want to acknowledge it but it was quite true. She would not sleep well but instead be caught in a dream that felt like it would not end.<br/><br/><i>Click. Click. Tap. <br/>
Click.Click. Tap. <br/>
Click. Click. Tap. <br/>
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He was circling her, like a whirlpool, blue blurred on blue, and an endless cycle.<br/>
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Click. Click. Tap.</i><br/><br/>It was simple to say Vivian did not sleep well. She awoke at the first noise, the sound of the door opening, life spilling in. She almost wanted to rush out and greet them like an excited dog left by itself too long. She instead lay there in bed and considered how she would get ready by herself. She did not have many dresses that did not require assistance and it was her last day to wear black before William decided on what she would wear.<br/><br/>She at last found a dress, a cloth that wrapped around her and was tied into place by simple black strings. She made sure to double knot them not wanting any straying hands to pluck a knot free and unravel her outfit. She would pause at the mirror to frown at her own haircut. He had made her self conscious.<br/><br/>She did her make up, she had been taught to never over do it. Simple was beautiful to her Master but then again Vivian had a natural beauty to her. She waited, eyeing the clock and wondering if there would be a knock. She would refuse to be summoned and at 10:30 she would finally venture out into the world.<br/><br/>She still had the key to the Master bedroom. It was still locked, she knew William would want the key but she couldn't simply leave it unlocked for any brute to go through.<br/><br/>She stepped out and felt the eyes on her right away. She kept her gaze forward off of any man and began to make her way down the hallways and to the kitchen.