"Now now Katie, don't blame me. I wasn't the one that kidnapped you. I didn't watch you from afar, or scheme to have you delivered here. That was all done by others. I simply saw you, and saw an opportunity that I was willing to go for. You should be thankful. I'm a fairly nice guy...in my own way. Some owners..well if you had been bought by them, you would be chained up on the bed being raped this very moment."<br/><br/>Reaching into the bag, he drew out her dossier and began reading over it again. "The country club here did some research on you once you were picked up. You talk about the life you were taken away from, but let's be honest here. It wasn't much of a life to begin with. You should be happy that you were picked up. I'd imagine you'd be dead within a few short years otherwise. This isn't a bad life Katie, it's just a different one. You can learn to accept it, or not. If not however, well you wouldn't be much use to me then. I would probably just contact one of the other bidders and sell you off again. Oh and trust me, I'd make sure to pick a mean one for the trouble you'd cause me." His eyes hardened as he almost glared at her. He was nice, there could be no doubt of that. The look he gave her though, it showed a hardness and an edge to him that lay underneath the soft outside. Saying something like that, it was easy to believe that he meant it.