Mʏ Lᴀsᴛ Cʜᴀɴᴄᴇ... {ᴘᴀғᴘ} {Mᴀʟᴇ Nᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ} {Sᴜᴘᴇʀ Aᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ}

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Damien grins as the gavel falls and it's announced that he has won the girl. Lila. She was breathtakingly beautiful in the eyes, yet the rest of her seemed to lack something, in his opinion. Perhaps though it was just her status... He could never be too sure with these ones. He'd grown up with one by his side, a mother-esque figure who was most certainly easy on the eyes. He was long ago taught to never get caught up with one though. Don't let your eyes linger too long, else you may see something you wish you never had.

"Why thank you." He greets the auctioneer and hands over a cheque written for the proper amount. "Come on, then." He smiles at the girl, noticing a few of the scars peeking out from beneath her clothing. He hums in thought for a moment before offering her hand. He would definitely be kind enough while others were involved. After that? Who knows.

Damien was more than happy that his new Slave seemed to be so submissive. His last one was anything but, and to be honest, it got awfully annoying after awhile. Her constant screaming or trying to fight against him was tiring despite his young age, and he couldn't stand her nagging voice. It still haunts him at times, as pathetic as that sounds.

"So, Lila." He begins once they're out of the building, his smile faltering slightly but not enough to be too noticeable. "You're nineteen, correct?" He knew he'd heard correctly inside when the auctioneer was explaining everything about the girl on stage, but this was a sort of test. Just to see exactly how honest and submissive the girl actually was. He was leading her through the parking lot, the leash having plenty of slack, trying to find his relatively-conservative car in the mass of vehicles surrounding them.

"Good." Damien smiles, petting the girl's hair as if she were a dog doing well following orders. "I'm twenty-one, so not too much older than you..." It is clear that he was going to continue, but distractedly trailed off while still trying to find his car. "Lemme know if you see a burgundy car, okay? It's like... A purple-ish/red colour. It's only got two doors, and it's really low to the ground." He figured she wouldn't be able to tell too much else about the vehicles around them than the appearance of it, and it was just easier to describe it this way.

"Nevermind!" He shouts excitedly, picking up his pace unintentionally as he spots his car and heads toward it. "This is mine. You won't ride in it too much, but for now you will. I'll push the seat back and you can sit in the floor board, I just got the seats cleaned. And they're leather... Super expensive." He unlocks the passenger door and opens the door, gesturing for Lila to get in on the floor in front of the seat. "I'll get you something to eat when we get home. You'll just have to tell me what you like, okay? You can even get a treat if you keep being so good."

Damien just continues to smile, honestly somewhat shocked that Lila was listening so well. Normally Slaves at her age would be rebellious in one way or another, and yet.. She seems to be so... Good.

He closes the door and turns on the child lock so his girl couldn't get out herself, then goes to the driver's side and gets in himself. "While we drive back home, I want you to tell me some about yourself. You can even ask me some questions if you want. You won't always get such freedoms, this is a prize. Something for you being so good, so don't take advantage of it." Of course he wouldn't tell her everything, and anything he didn't feel like answering, he wouldn't. But at very least, he's perfectly aware that he's one of the only owners who would actually give their slave free reign of asking anything and speaking freely.

Damien listens carefully, actually giving the girl his attention rather than just letting her just speak to air. Though he's never been one to treat Slaves as equals, he will still show respect. At least, to a degree. "Aah, so your mother was past her fifteen and got killed?" He couldn't really help how blunt it was, he didn't so much as see Slaves as having familial ties, or feelings toward their blood. Just another negative impact of his upbringing.

"And I'm your last one. Well, you won't suffer the same fate as long as you're good." He turns away from the road for a brief moment to grin at Lila, "You're only my second Slave, though my family has had countless. My first Slave ended up running away and my Mom sent her to be killed. It sucked, honestly. She was like a friend to me, but she deserved it. She just couldn't behave. I want to keep you for as long as you live, so just.. Try to be good, okay?"

He didn't intend to scare the girl, though it would likely be what happened. He was just sort of speaking whatever came to mind; another terrible thing he couldn't really help. "Now, what do you want to know? You won't get in trouble for anything, I just won't answer if you're asking something that's too far."

Damien huffs and frowns slightly, "Call me Damien. I don't like 'sir'. I used to, but not anymore, I suppose." He just shrugs, then decides to answer her question. It wasn't that the title made him angry, but it felt uncomfortable coming from her. Maybe because she's so young, so new.

"There's one Slave from my parents house who will be with us. I just moved from my parent's home though, so I'm the only actual person." He freezes, "Wait... That sounds bad..." He stops at a red light and reaches up to rub his temple, "Sorry, that was mean... You're an actual person and so is he, just... I'm the only free one, I guess..." He sighs, "That still sounds mean... I don't know how else to say it though, so you know what I mean..."

He sighs, beginning to drive again. "It's fine. Like I said, you won't always be able to. You're just doing well now and I know you're probably scared going somewheres unknown with a stranger. I figured it might help you some. You don't have to if you don't want to, though."

"But more about the other Slave.. His name is Viktor, he's 31, and he's been with my parents since I was a kid. He's really nice, but can be an asshole sometimes. For theost part he probably won't mess with you, though. He'll show you around the house when we get there, and show you how to do all your chores and stuff."

Damien tilts his head from side to side, deciding not to delve anymore into whether or not he should call her a person. He just knows that he would end up getting upset over it, as it's always been a bit of a grey area for him. So instead of going any deeper into it, he just moves on to her next question. "Well, Viktor does most of the cooking. I guess your duties will mostly be cleaning, he hates it. Or you two can decide among yourselves if you want to split it, or how to split it, or whatever you may decide. I don't really care who does what, so long as everything gets done, ya know?"

He shrugs, taking a sharp turn when he notices he was about to miss it. "Shit.. Sorry." He sighs, "Um.. Beyond normal household chores, I don't really think there's anything else. I do all the shopping and everything, unless there's something specific either of you want, you don't have to worry about that. But if there is, all you have to do is let me know and I'll pick it up. If you do really well at home, then sometimes I'll take you out with me. We'll go to parks, or just to run errands, whatever the day allows."

"We're almost home now, though. Viktor will probably be able to answer anymore questions that you have. For the first week you don't really have to do anything, it'll just be you settling in and getting used to everything. But after that is when I'll really start having expectations."

Damien just shakes his head, parking outside a fairly modestly-sized house. "You really don't have to worry about it. It's good that you're a fast learner, but you deserve at least a bit of time to relax and get used to your surroundings first." He turns off the engine and reaches over to Lila, running his fingers through her hair, frowning after. "We need to get you a shower..."

He unbuckles and gets out of the car, then goes to open Lila's. "I like everyone in my home to be clean and taken care of... I'm going to have a doctor come tomorrow to check you out- it can be a female doctor if it makes you more comfortable.. I just like for you guys to be okay." He smiles faintly, offering his hand to help the young neko out of the floor. "For today though... I'll show you to the kitchen and you can decide what you want to eat, then I'll show you your bedroom. There's a bathroom attached to the room, so you can just shower in there, then get dressed. I don't know if the clothes I have for you will fit perfectly or not, but I figure I"ll take you shopping in the next week or so to get some that you'll be able to fit better. We can get some stuff to decorate your room too. Whatever you want."

Damien was a bit caught off guard by Lila's question, he couldn't tell if it was what she wanted, or something she didn't want. "Well, that's up to you..." He says simply, shrugging. "If you want me in the room I'll be there. If you don't, then I won't."

His eyes go wide when she falls to the ground, immediately going to pick the younger girl up. "Oh my god..." He whispers, furrowing his brows before practically running into the house. He didn't even care to shut the car door in his panic, just wanting to get her inside, and get her okay.

He may not see Slaves as his equals, but at the very least he cares for his own. He wants them to be healthy, if for nothing more than to keep up his own appearances as being a caring master. At least that's how it started... Now though, it seems to have gone deeper than that. Not that he'd admit it.

"Master, welco-" A thin man with striking grey eyes was standing in the main entryway, his own eyes going wide when he sees is younger master running inside with a frail-looking woman. "Is she okay?" He asks, all tones of formality out the window as he sees the younger man looking so panicked.