Carly jumped as the beginning credits faded onto the screen when Sheek's voice surprised her.  She turned to face him, before replying... "I don't know, swaying is just a habit of mine when I get nervous..."

"And is there a reason you were nervous? Because I said I get violent?"

"Partially because you said you were violent, but also because you intimidate me, because of your height and the fact that you can cause me pain I don't enjoy..."

"I see, can't help that, and I haven't, have I?"

"Yeah, I know you can't shrink...  But you already have caused me pain that I didn't enjoy, but that was when I was being a bitch...  But I do trust you not to hurt me through your mind again."  Carly said, her tail flickering a bit before her eyes flickered momentarily to the film that was boring in comparison to her master.

"I won't hurt you if you continue the way you have been. I am not as patient as a friend of mine. He is actually a pushover. But either way, no, I won't hurt you again unless you figuratively ask for it," Sheek smiled a humorless smile.

"Thank you,"  Carly said, happy that she had been sent to this master, not a cruel one.  "And I probably will ask for pain...  Anyways, thank you for aswering all my questions.  While I'm here, will I have any chores or something like that?"

"I am glad you are happy to be here, and yes, Carly, there are chores. They vary from day to day so you don't get bored. Why don't you do dishes later. And yes you can have pain sometimes."  

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Carly had expected chores, for ever since her fifth birthday she had received a list of her duties at her adopted parent's tavern.  "I'm used to washing dishing, cleaning and all of that stuff, so that won't be a problem."  Carly turned away from her movies, her ears now perked in Sheek's direction.  "Being half-vampire, can you live forever?  How old are you now?"

"I can live....for a much longer time. I am much less susceptible to death. In human years? I am 24, dear."

Carly instantly did the math in her head, before speaking again, confidently at first, before her question was asked uncertainly, "That means you are eight years older, and about 21 inches taller.  Do you think I'm immature, or do you see me as a child?"

"Yes I am on both accounts, and no, I see you as untaught. You cannot call someone immature or childish if you have made no attempt to teach them."

"Untaught, what do you mean by that?"  Carly inquired, more curious then upset.  "What exactly do I need to be teached?"

"It can mean anything. It depends on what you wish to be taught,"

"What do you think would be good to learn.  I know basic things, like how to cook and clean because I worked at an inn, but not much else, beside my sports and school work... I'm sure as a half vampire, you have many accomplishments?"

"I might. But I don't go out much. What would you like to know?"

"I don't really know..."  Carly said, before speaking again, "Any thing that can be learned from a text book is not really needed here..."  Her voice trailed away again, before she looked at Sheek, "I'll decide later what to be taught, but for now I have yet another question.  Are you ever going to set me free or return me to the slave shop?"

"I will set you free someday. I don't know, when do you want to leave?" Sheek asked softly. He ignored her other comments, though he did hear them.

"I want to leave in two months."  Carly said confidently, even though she might want to leave sooner or maybe later than two motnhs from now.  "I miss my family a bit, but frankly life there was boring.  Besides, you care for me just like they did, so I will stay here for awhile."  She took a slight pause before continuing, "For starters, I want you to teach me about bondage, about everything a master would do to a slave besides having sex."  Carly flushed a bit, finding slavery, even though she hated it, a bit interesting in some cases.

Sheek smiled, but it was slightly hollow. Sheek could hear her thoughts, but didn't comment on them. "I care for all the girls I bring here. As for what a slave and Master would do, that is something very cold. If you cut out actual sex, but keep the threat and sexual elements, it is pretty much the same. Alot of the relationship usually is sex, and very painful at that."
 Sheek grabbed Carly by the hair and pulled her up. Gripping her shoulder, he dragged her over the couch and, bending, held her on her knees by her hair. Sheek got in Carly's face, their features an inch away from each other's, Sheek's cold breath brushing Carly's mouth. "I'll teach you," His long black hair was partially hiding his icy blue eyes. He sent her flying back with a hard pull on her hair, letting go once her fall had momentum. Her body connected hard, mostly shoulders striking wood. "They beat them," he said, slamming the side of his ankle into her rib. "They treat them like dogs," Sheek said, slapping Carly hard across the face with a rolled up, thick magazine. "They deprive them," he told her, yanking her shirt and shorts off, leaving her in panties and a bra. He put a dish of water in front of her on the floor and waited for her to drink, kicking it away, hitting her nose when she did before he gave her express permission. "They degrade them," Sheek growled. "Calling them what I will call you now: Cunt, bitch, slut, dog, worthless, disgusting piece of shit!" Sheek growled again, pulling her up by the hair. "Do you want more, you little dog?" Sheek said, his eyes and voice cold, his touch rough, hoping Carly knew it was just part of what she wanted and not anything he would say to her normally. He knew she was a neko, though, and knew being called a dog would have the most effect on her.