Kiran knew it was that time. He’d received communications from the slave owner a few days before, offering any price to beat the defiance out of her, which was his specialty. The most rebellious of submissive had passed through his doorway, never taking more than a month to become the well-trained, docile creatures they were meant to be.<br/><br/>He heard the knock at his door, though he took his time before answering it, appraising the woman with disdain. He’d seen submissives in far worse conditions at his doorstep, the cruelty of their masters no longer surprised him. “Four weeks, unless I tell you otherwise.” He told her master, eyebrow raised.<br/><br/>“The payment, as agreed.” He answered with a nod, handing Kiran a sealed envelope, which he didn’t bother to open or count it. Anyone with a brain cell to spare would know better than to try to cheat him.<br/><br/>“Zoe, is it?” Kiran asked the woman, tilting his head when he saw that hint of aggression. He’d done this work long enough to recognize the signs. He moved quickly, grabbing the back of her neck before she could bite her master. “I’d hoped you’d be smarter than that. That type of behavior won’t be tolerated.” He told her coolly.<br/><br/>Somehow, he doubted that his usual methods would be as effective as usual. Good thing he enjoyed a challenge. “I have no interest in beating you.” He said once her master was gone. “I will if I must, but I think we can dispense with the bloodiness, unless you’d rather do this the hard way. If you can be agreeable, why don’t you come inside?” He offered, releasing her neck. He could smell that she was a Werewolf, which gave him an edge. “I do think you’d be interested in what I can offer you.” He added, raising an eyebrow. Her master had made it clear that he could use any means necessary, and he wasn’t afraid to, but he always tried to give them a chance to avoid the pain. They never took it.