<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Astor very nearly startled, eyebrows climbing towards his hairline. So, the creature spoke. That was a surprise. Surprising still was that the creature thought he had a right to request...anything from Astor. It made his teeth grind together, a muscle shifting and popping in his jaw. He stepped slowly forward, glaring down his nose at the beast all the while. He crouched in front of it so that it could get a good look at the expression on his face as he spoke. <br/>
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"I think you may be a little confused, so I'm going to clear things up for you," he said low in his throat. "You are not a person anymore, if you ever were. You do not have rights. You do not have a voice or an opinion. You are a thing, a slave, a piece of property that now belongs to me. You do not make requests of me, I make them of you. Your job, your only purpose in life, is to sit quietly until I give you an order and then to follow that order even if it kills you. <br/>
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"Are we understanding each other now?" </span></span>