<strong>Name:</strong>Janisha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Loader’s apartment<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Matthew Loader<br/><hr/><br/>A smile spread across Jani’s face. “A slave that needs to be put in her pfff―!” and then Jani laughed in her Master’s face.<br/><br/>“With<em>what</em>?” she asked, spreading her hands. “Is your whipping post invisible? Are you hiding the cage under your bed? Oh, I know, you have a fucking pillory in the kitchen!” And she laughed in his face again.<br/><br/>“You’re no<em>master</em>,” she laughed at him again. “You’re just my<em>owner</em>, that’s all; you’re no<em>master</em>. You have<em>no</em>idea what you’re doing. You have no idea what’s standing in front of you or what to do with her. All I am to you is a fucking masturbation toy. You could replace me with a blow-up doll for all you fucking know! I bet you wouldn’t even know the difference.”<br/><br/>“Are you<em>seriously</em>standing in front of me trying to convince me that you’re a man... because you have<em>money</em>?” Jani scoffed. “You really think you’re a man because you can buy anything you want?”<br/><br/>She stepped right up close to him, narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “Well I’ve served some powerful people, Mr. Big Man. I may be a mere slave, but you wanna know what I’ve learned from them?” She lowered her voice to a menacing hiss: “There’s always a bigger predator in the jungle.”<br/><br/>“Do you really think you’re the big game in town? Did you even bother to look at who owned me previously?” she shook her head. “Do you really think that a company like that just... lets assets like me just walk away? And not bother to keep track of them?”<br/><br/>“Nope,” she threw up her hands and started pacing again. “You don’t care. You don’t<em>need</em>care, big, powerful, rich guy. You can buy your way out of anything.”<br/><br/>She glared sideways at him, hugging her breasts. “You don’t deserve me.”