Alistair had slipped out for a bit.  He'd always found these social functions a bit boring and he went to get some of his toys.  He had been remiss to leave Christine alone, but she'd be fine.  Surely.  Even if she was not, what did it matter?  He'd taken her virginity.  That's all that had mattered to him.  Without that, she was simply another house slave.<br/><br/>His curiosity had overpowered his sense of urgency by the time he reached a small piece of wood paneling that he'd been well familiar with.  He didn't know if anyone else in the family knew about it, but he certainly had made much use of it over the years.  He'd seen his mother bent over the table and cracked by his father along with numerous other slaves doing their canoodling.   One of his particular joys had been seeing his Cousin Emily making little Lolita a little pool of hot lust.  He'd done it all through a small peephole in the wall just behind the portrait of dear old Uncle Emmet.<br/><br/>He slipped through the wall and reached his spot, moving the small piece of wood that stood in the room trim.  What he saw made his blood boil.  Christine was being whipped and undressed by none other then the Commoner Horse-trainer.  He found himself sickened by the thought of his disease ridden pecker slipping into Christine.  HIS Christine.  Encumbered by the tight quarters he found himself unable to slip out and put a stop the the display.<br/><br/>Luckily, Louis had stepped in and put a stop to it.  He'd never given much thought to Louis, but now he knew he'd have to reward him for looking after the family's interests.   He seemed to have an unusual interest in little Annalisa... Perhaps he'd like to take her in the dining room in front of everyone?  It would serve as a reward and entertainment.  What more could one ask for?<br/><br/>Still, he had other things to attend to first.  He stepped out of the house for a bit.  He'd never tell anyone what happened outside the house that night or what had happened to the cocky horse-trainer.  When passed his father in the hallway as he seemed to be escorting poor Evie, intent on licking her wounds.  He found himself vaguely disappointed in his Father's behavior, but said nothing as it was not his place.  He simply saluted him with the bloody dagger and kept on walking, whistling Beethoven's ninth.<br/><br/>He walked into the dining room and stabbed the dagger into the hardwood.  "I hope no one was too attached to that Horse-Trainer.  No?  Good."  He said, walking over to Christine.  "Poor girl.  He ripped your dress.  I do apologize for our Servant's absolutely<em>borish</em>behavior."<br/><br/>He turned to Louis, "Ah, my good man!  I heard about you standing up for my property.  Such loyalty cannot go unrewarded, so I have chosen your reward."<br/><br/>He grabbed Christine's leash and tugged her with her.  Choking her until she followed him to his chair, "Please, as your reward, have the slave Annalisa.  Right now."  He steepled his fingers in front of him and smiled widely, "I insist."