Stryker was slightly stunned from the hug but ignored it. "I have never seen an angel slave and when I do she is a mess. I felt bad. I had to have you to earn your trust and to be your friend. And yes I am different. I am gentler than the other masters but I can be harsh like them but you do not have to worry about that. You just go on right ahead and get some sleep. There are clothes in the closet and drawers. Yes I know that they are a bit fancy but that is okay. I want you to be comfortable."He smiled and left her alone heading to his own room two doors down from hers.<br/><br/>*****************<br/>Stryker sat down on his bed looking at the door. Running a hand through his hair, he laid back.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">What ever am I going to do with her? Years after being a slave owner and I wish to treat this one like a queen. She is different. I can sense it. I'll just have to be careful. I want to earn her trust but it will work with violence. She seems like she wants to please but is afraid to be hurt again. I'll just go slow with her.</span>