Frowns more as she looked at him, her fingers tapped on her hip. “That’s not a clue…I already knew that one, give me something I didn’t know.” She speaks and wiggles one of her fingers at him. But she didn’t think he would give her another clue, which bugged her, but then again she would bug him for a new one because in her eyes she saw it as very unfair how he was playing this game of their’s. She watched him drink more and wondered if that was really wine, she didn’t think so. But she said nothing like it really mattered. She turned her head away from him, not really wishing to tell him her name.

Wasn’t really listening to him, didn’t wish to. She was looking around again, bored with being here and being sick with him so close and playing his stupid game. She only turned her eyes back to him when he spoke a name. “Well if that is what you wish to call me…” Her shoulders rose up, as if she didn’t care. Her hands slips away from her hip. “But my real name is Roxie, if you care.” There she had given him her true name but she didn’t think he would care. Turns her back to him, no she wouldn’t look at the shock collar, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t need to look for he was the one picking out the wicked thing, a soft cry leaves her lips as she felt the thing at her neck, she turned her head and glared at him. But quickly she recovers her self and made her face like stone.

“It doesn’t matter how I got here, does it?” She looked at him, then she remembered about what he said about the shock collar. “I think all you care about is that I am here and that I am yours…” She felt her self turn sick at her own words. She fallowed him glancing at the women who had helped them, she threw her an angry look. God what she would do if she could get her hands on these two! Her fingers come back to touch the collar and that thought left her.

Roxie was a little bit smug with herself trying to hide her body from him, that was until the woman opened up a hole in the clothes for him to see her naked body. You couldn't thwart him that easily. Katou just had a languid smile on his face as he leaned back as she asked for some sort of clue. "Alright, I'll give you a clue. I like blood. There you go a clue, but don't rush making a guess you only get one chance at it." He would say with a smirk as he tipped back the wine glass and took a bit more of the wine. "Now really, you do need to tell me your name otherwise I am going to have to give you one myself." He would say as he stood up.

"I'm thinking a french name would be good for you. Something that denotes a certain bit of feistyness in those dark brown eyes of yours." He would tap his chin for a few moments "Ah, I know Jacqueline will be your new name. Like your new name don't you?" He would ask her seeing a blush of anger coloring her cheeks, but she made no aggressive moves towards him. "Now, let's see what type of shock collars they have here." Katou would say with a slight smirk as the woman directed them to all sorts of designs, but it in the end he picked a simple patinum gorget which snapped around her neck. He was given the controls of the collar, which he would immediately pocket. "You know if I was a real sadistic bastard I would get a lot of fun getting you to turn the dials and press the buttons of the remote to electrocute yourself. Aren't you glad I am not that mean Jacqueline?" He would ask getting a small laugh out of her reaction as he waited for the woman to come back with his credit cad.

"So, why don't you regale me with a tale of how you became a slave in the first place. I am just dying to find out." He would say with a slight smirk as the woman came back handing him back his plastic which he would absent mindfully place into his jacket pocket and open the door for them to leave. "Say goodbye to the auction house Jacqueline. You won't be coming back here as a good to be sold." Katou would say as he left the room they were in.

So she was right, she still thought he was nuts…very, very insane. But he said she wasn’t right on that part. The only other thing she could think about was that he was a vampire. She felt his fingers on her skin and she looked up, a bit surprised for she was deep in thought. She takes a step back, not liking his touch at all. It was as if he had burned her skin. She nodded her head, her fingers brushing over her skin hopping to get that feeling out of her skin. “Yes, well that is very true.’ She sneakers out thinking that the shock collar wont help out at all.

Slowly her head turned she had not noticed that the women had come in, which was a bit odd for she had come in with a few things. She nodded her head towards the women and shot the man a glare, oh how she hated being told what to do! Turning back to the cloths she walked over to them and looked at them, really there was nothing she would ever be caught dead in, if she was free. She grabbed a black shirt, it was cut slightly low, but the gray coat would cover that up. She also grabbed a seat of light blue jeans.

A low growl left her lips at his words and she threw yet another glare at him, god how she hated him! She looked down at the cloths in her hands. She raised a brow and glanced around and then smirked. She quickly moved behind the cloths rack, but she knew it wasn’t to hiding but it would do. She got dressed as he spoke and she was thinking about what in the world he could be…she had no idea. But if it got her, her freedom damn if she wouldn’t try and figure him out.

She walked back around, her hands moving over the jacket smoothing the fabric out. She sighed feeling so out of style. She looked at him, daggers in her eyes. “So do I get a clue at least?” She shrugs a shoulder as she does so, one hand on her hip. She looked at the women once more, wishing to tell her that she didn’t need those cloths.

Katou just had a languid smile on his face as he approached Roxie as a woman dressed in buisness attire came in with several movable racks of clothing. "You only got one part of that right. I like blood." He would say with a slight smirk as he lifted up her chin to look him in his eyes which had reverted back to their normal sky blue color. "We certainly won't be taking a rain check on the collar as you and I know that you won't give in that easily to me. Despite the fear you hold in your heart of me." He would say with a chuckle as he walked back over and picked up his glass of wine and sat back down where he could look at his slave.

"Its rude to ignore a person who is here to get you a change of clothing." He would say indicating the woman who was waiting patiently for them to acknowledge her. "Go and pick something out, maybe something with a business flair to it." He could see Roxie looking for a place to change "Oh, there is no changing booth here. You can go ahead and get undressed in front of me since you are my property." He would sa knowing this would nettle her a little bit, but he was also certain that she wouldn't have an outburst like before.

His eyes would glance over her body as she started taking off her clothing, and he could only give a smile at the curves that were evident despite her mistreatment by the auction house. "So, I like playing games with my newly purchased slaves, and I'll give you a very rare offer if you think you are up to it." He would bring up the glass of red wine and take a sip of it "I'll give you your freedom if you can find out exactly what kind of creature I am." He would say with a slight smirk.

"You only get one guess at it, so I would think long and hard on what exactly I could be." He would say as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a credit card. "I assume the auction house is more then willing to accept a credit card for payment for the clothes?" He would ask the woman who would give a nod of her head. "Good go run it for the outfit she is currently wearing, and get her two more outfits. One in the same cut she has on right now, and something far more revealing." He turned his attention back to his slave "If you guess incorrectly, I get to keep you for the rest of your life." He would say giving her a smile.

Was he a vampire? He was differently into blood but she didn’t believe in such thing. So what was he? She believed he was a mad man…very crazy in the head. But then again he made her hand do what it did. God was she going to die by his hands? She couldn’t deal with such a thing. She shakes her head, no she didn’t want to see more! Something about that whole thing made her sick to her stomach.

“Lets see your crazy and love blood…” She glanced up, she was getting her wicked side back. “Your one of those insane type of people, right?” She looked at him, cocking her head to the right and raising her brow in a questioning manner. She watched him set the glass down and then turn away from her towards the door. She frowned not liking his words. She looked down at her dress, yes it was a bit…naughty but eh…she didn’t want something showing off her body and she knew she really didn’t want that shock collar. “How about a rain check on the shock collar?” It was a long shot and she knew she most likely wouldn’t get her own way with it.


“I am just fine.” She says with a wide smile, as if nothing happened at all! But deep down she was scared like no other. She turned her eyes away from him and glanced around her. She was trying figure a way out or figure out what the hell he was…

Only a little laughter would come from his throat as he saw the startled expression on the girls face as she remained silent from what had just happened to her. "Try not to be stunned by it for to long. You will be seeing more examples of blood sorcery as time goes on. You will be a very integral part of it I think." He would say with a smile on his face.

"I'll let you have a guess as to what kind of creature I am, but you only get one chance at it." He would say a playful smirk on his face as he set the glass of red wine down onto the table next to them and opened the door. "We need to get this woman some more appropriate clothing, something more modest, but something that convey her figure to everybody in the room, also get a shock collar as well. It has been a long time since I've had any fun with the collar, and this girl looks like she could use it a lot." He would say as he turned his attention back to the girl.

"Have you recovered yet from the shock of almost suffocating yourself, or do you need another few minutes to help your bruised ego along?" He would ask knowing the nettling he was doing would cause her to get riled up, that passion and stubborness would raise the potency of her blood beyond degrees in which magic could be worked with normal human or animal blood.

Not for a second did she check her self, not even the look inside his eyes made her stop to check her self. She was angry and she would show him all of it. Her fingers twitch into fist as she kept glaring at him. She kept her eyes fixed on him as she tried to take a step back, but damn that man holding her! She struggled, her eyes still on him. “Let me go!” She spat out.

A cry leaves her lips as she felt the blow to her check, the sting ran over her skin. Her face snapped, tears came to her eyes, the pain was great. She felt the cut on her lip, her head was still turned from the slap. Her lips were parted as her eyes looked towards the ground. She tasted the blood on her lip and she breathed slowly. Her anger was filling to the brim but now she was a bit scared. She had never been struck by a man before.

Slowly she turned her face, glaring at him she fought back the tears. “How dare you! Your so weak you have to strike a female…” She was panting softly now as her eyes shown with anger. Then she saw him lick the blood and for a moment a flicker of confusion came over her features…oh god what was going on? She shakes her head, she had to keep her anger up to forces on fighting with this…thing. She wouldn’t allow him to over power her. “What the hell are you?” Her heart was racing now out of fear out of the rush she had gotten.

She felt something around her neck and feeling the air being cut off she whimpered. Her hand came to the one holding her neck, she realized then that it was her own hand. Her free hand struggled to free her hand cupping her throat. Soft cries leave her lips as air became lesser and lesser. Her head was spinning with light headedness. Her eyes flutter close as her own hand slapped the one holding her throat. Her nails dug into the skin, nothing worked and she felt as if she was about to faint.

Falls to the floor as her hand lets her go, she gasps out. Her head becoming normal once more. She panted as she looked up at him, the anger was gone now, but only for the moment. Now there was fear inside her eyes. Her hand came up to rub her bruised neck. She didn’t speak a word to him.

"Ah, such passion...it is endearing to think all the power that will be coursing through your body." He would say with a chuckle as he swirled the wine in its glass "But, you should know when to pick your battles." He would say as his eyes took on a dangerous look as he walked to where she was held.

"Its a shame that I am going to have to do this." He would say as he casually backhanded her with enough force to split her lip open and cause a small dribble of blood to come out. "Your first lesson is that you will do what I tell you to do if you do not understand that I will make you a blood thrall." Katou would say as he pulled his hand back having a few splatters of blood on the back of his hand.

"Tsk, you are making me waste such a precious commodity. I should punish you some more, but instead I will just give you a object lesson of why trying to resist me is a futile exercise." He would say as he licked off the few splatters of blood and suddenly his eyes took on a dull red shine, much different from the sky blue eyes he had before.

Suddenly Roxie would find her hand coming to her throat and closing its fingers around it choking the life out of her. She would find herself unable to exert any control over the limb. "Its a minor form of the art, but having a puppet can be so fun sometimes." He would say knowing that the experience of getting suffocated would be more paramount in her mind as the edges of consciousness started to fade away, that was when the hand simply fell away going limp at her side.

"I hope that was a sufficient demonstration of the futility of your resistance, but if you do wish to be stubborn, then I fully look forward to breaking you. The blood you will produce will be exceptional."

Ooc: I so understand that and yes id love to keep this one going.

ooc: sorry about not replying to this, but I got suddenly swamped at work. I was wondering if you still wanted to continue this rp.

“Sold!” The words rang in her ears and her look became, lost, confused…she didn’t understand. How could this happen? She was not a slave, she was a human…how could she be sold? “No…” Her voice was soft, she barely heard it her self. “No…this isn’t so…” She said a bit louder. She felt hands on her and she turned her head to look at the person who had her.

It was the big man who brought her out. A low growl left her lips and she tried to pull her self out of his grasp. But he was so much stronger then she was. His hands just dug into her arm and she felt the pain move though her arm, she winced and tried to jump and squirm but he just laughed and pulled her off the stage.
Get your filthy hands off of me!” She screamed as she was pulled out of the door. “Hush girl…fighting wont help anything.” The man spoke calming which in turn made her even madder.

She didn’t know where this man was taking her to, she wasn’t even looking her anger had mad a veil come over her eyes. She felt hot tear stream down her cheeks. She was so angry she was crying! Next thing she knew she was being thrown into a room with a ump. She stumbled a few steps caught her self and threw a glare at the man who had thrown her in and then he was gone and she turned her icy gaze onto the man in the room. “I am not a child.” She spat out, her eyes locked on his. She shakes her head. “No, I wont.” She was stubborn.

"What a great collection of scum and villainy in the country." Katou would say to himself with a amused laugh as he stood in a booth over looking the throngs of humanity that jostled with each other as they bought their other humans. The pulse of their blood let him know that many who purchased the female slaves were having lustful thoughts. "This would be the true side of humanity at its finest." He would continue to say to himself in bemusement as he walked over to a small table and picked up a glass of red wine and returned to viewing the auction process.

He would check out each female with his senses, but their blood never sung to him. So, he had left them to their fates as they were auctioned off one by one. His interest soon peaked however when new flesh was brought out to be auctioned off. (They usually wait and train the girls in basic obedience before selling them off.) Katou would think to himself, but it was the rich depths of her blood that sung to him from the crowded and noisy auction house.

He would immediately pick up the dedicated line and place in a order which he knew could not be overcome by the rest of buyers here, and it was soon declared that he was the new owner of this girl. "Have her brought up here. I want to expect her more thoroughly. " He would say over the line before setting it down and taking a sip of his red wine before placing the glass down onto the banister of the booth.

Katou could hear the kicking and screaming coming from the hall, and he could tell that it almost certainly had to be his slave. (Good, those kinds of emotions will make her blood much more powerful when they fuel my spells.) He would say with a slight smirk as the door opened and the struggling slave girl was thrown in front of him. "Ah, what a delightful child we have here, my new slave." He would say with a friendly smile on his face. "Go ahead and tell me your name little one."