Jake sat quietly, along with his brother, listening to the words of his father as he spoke to the both of them about the arrival of the strange girl. He couldn't help but muster up a chuckle as he heard his father say that she was a slave. His previous notions were true, despite it being unethical. Even if she had been a hooker, it wouldn't have been much better. Jake could've sworn that either having a slave or a prostitute was illegal.<br/><br/>It seemed almost unreal to have a slave. Maybe a maid, but never a slave. The thought of his own father bringing a female slave into the house that was to do their bidding seemed too ridiculous to grasp. How he could be so casual about it. Jake placed his right hand over his left hand, and pinched his skin together, making sure that he wasn't dreaming. {{Ow.... Awake as ever.}} Jake thought, not wanting to show his anguish aloud so that his father wouldn't be disturbed. This was definitely happening. Was he going to complain about it, though? That was the real question.<br/><br/>When he heard his father mention the fact that they could have sex with the girl, Jake, rather than thinking about getting dibs on her first, turned his head toward his younger brother James. He wasn't sure if his brother had ever had an experience with a woman, and if he did, Jake didn't know about it. A smirk appeared on his face, thinking of how this could be used as an opportunity to get his brother some action. It'd make him proud to see him finally get somewhere with a women, regardless of the fact that she was a slave.<br/><br/>Jake turned back toward his father, looking to see what he pulled out of the box. {{A collar?}} He was suprised because he had always expected their to be some sort of money in there. Maybe his father's life savings. That's when it occured to Jake how badly his father wanted to keep his second life a secret. He was good at it too because this was the first time that Jake had seen him act so strict towards another person, as if he had done it a thousand times before.<br/><br/>For some reason, Jake wasn't too pleased with how his father acted toward the girl. It wasn't that he felt his father was being too harsh, or that he felt sorry for the girl for being their slave. He could care less about those things. It was something deeper. Jake couldn't even figure out what it was, but a pit in his stomach started to form as he watched his father wait for the girl's response in order to place the collar around her neck. He looked to his brother to see if he felt it too, but he doubted that he be able to tell. James was always better at hiding his emotions. He had to be in order to deal with the things he had to deal with back in high school. Jake turned back to his father and the girl, masking his negative emotions with a yawn. They were probably over nothing anyway.