Galos leaned forward with a smile on his face at the state she was left in.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You have no words now, little Karina?" </span>Galos said, mockingly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "None of those sharp words you showed me at the pub? It is for the best. I would hate to have to rip out your tongue simply because you did not know how to hold it."</span>It seemed there was more he wished to say, but Galos was prolonging this for as long as possible. He reached forward and took one of her wrists, bringing it over a glass on the table. With that same insidious smile, he brought his mouth close.... but if Karie was expecting the same kind of pleasure as she had felt back in the office, she was sorely mistaken. Instead, she felt a small prick and then nothing. Blood poured from her wrist into the glass. Galos kept a firm grip on her so the blood would not get everywhere and she would not pull away before the glass was full.<br/><br/>Once it was, however, Galos produced a handkerchief and placed it gently but firmly against the opening before releasing her and grabbing his drink. He held it into the air and marveled at it for a few moments as Karie readjusted after the act.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You see, Karina. You are what we call a Tal'ren,"</span>Galos said, before taking a sip of her blood. The man visibly relaxed upon tasting it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Mmm, mmm, mmm. Tal'ren have a special feature to their blood that modern science hasn't quite yet figured out. It tastes heavenly to my kind, it can be fermented into wine if treated properly, and it is one of the few things that can be mixed with normal food to make it taste good, perhaps even normal compared to your standards. Normally, it tastes like utter shit to us. The slop you would give to pigs. I know, I've tasted it once out of desperation. And I feel your chef did too at some point."</span><br/><br/>Galos chuckled a bit at his joke and took another sip of her blood before finally setting the cup down on the table, right next to the belt.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"But the problem is, is that your kind are rare for a reason. You are difficult to find. Early on in the life of Terra, there was a whole Household's worth of you. But, no one could tell before they tasted fresh cattle in a stock pen, or realized it upon killing one. And once we properly figured out how to tell you apart from the rest without a taste test, there were so few of you that it was as if we went back to square one,"</span>Galos explained, before scoffing<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">. "And then your ancestors started to hide themselves better, passing down one reason or another from children to grandchildren to 'always make sure you are hidden away'. But now I have you Karina."</span><br/><br/>Galos leaned forward again, making sure he was close to Karie as he said the next bit.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "Now, if you choose to be obedient, then I will promise you that you will not want for anything... save your freedom, perhaps. If you choose otherwise... Today's tour would look like a peaceful stroll compared to what I can and will put you through in order to make you comply," </span>Galos said, before patting her cheek and leaning back.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"So which will it be, Karina?"</span>