<span style="font-family:Kotta One">Jaelyn didn’t have much experience with many of Ezrah’s toys at all, but Ezrah had loved talking about them to her as though she should care about people he would never allow her to meet. In fact, he had particularly enjoyed telling her about a few particular individuals and how he tormented them… and he told her about it while fucking Jaelyn herself. He truly had been a rather disturbing man. Anyhow, as she found herself looking upon Isaac when he stepped forward to snarl at her, Jaelyn found herself wondering how Ezrah would’ve responded to his outburst - not so that she could carry it out herself, but so that she could ensure it wasn’t the same as what she responded with. She wanted to be nothing like the man who had been her tormentor for far longer than she cared to admit. <br/>
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His statements certainly warranted a response of some kind from her, though, and Jaelyn knew right away that this moment would establish who she was going to be to all of the slaves. They could all see what would happen so it would be her starting point towards establishing authority. Whatever she did, it had to come from a point of strength. <br/>
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The whole time it took her to think through things was really less than two seconds and before anyone would even realize she actually had to think things through, Jaelyn was on the move. Suddenly, she was standing right up in front of Isaac, quite well inside of what many would consider to be his personal space, and he would feel the breath of her words on his skin, hot and heavy despite the chill that accompanied her cold dead vampire skin. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred"><b>“I have personally endured more of Ezrah’s hell than you can ever possibly imagine, much less endure, <i>whelp!</i>”</b></span> Jaelyn’s words were hissed through gritted teeth and her fangs were entirely visible. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred"><b>“If you think that those experiences have granted me patience enough to listen to the likes of you spit at me when things could be <i>much worse</i>, then you’re mistaken.”</b></span> <br/>
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Finally, after a moment of intense tension managed to bring everyone around them to absolute silence, Jaelyn stepped back from Isaac, granting him room to breathe. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:palevioletred"><b>“Now, I’ve given you all a choice. You can die here and now or you can remain and see if maybe the life I offer is any better than what you’ve had before.”</b></span> As she spoke, she was addressing everyone again - not just Isaac. She knew she needed to make an impression and she was doing her damnedest to leave a strong one. <br/>
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Inhaling, Jaelyn realized that the room reeked of Ezrah. All of his toys were marked with his scent. She knew she needed to fix that. First, though, she needed to see if this one particular toy truly intended to continue living.</span>