Home Sweet Home [Julia]

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Nearly sunset, the citrus glow that radiated across the sandy scene cast devious shadows behind the skeletal remains of trees and old debris. The blacktop wavered before them, a glaze of rising heat waves creating a mirage effect as they sped forth. A gentle roar, almost a purr from the engine, the Saturn Sky taking a tight curve on the inside of the white line before finding its place back in the correct lane when they straightened out. The restaurant had taken longer than he had hoped. The food was all right, but for the price you would have hoped for a better meal all around. Over cooked, under cooked, and the salad was even rather wilted and aged. Although, for an opening night, they delivered what was to be expected on such a busy night.

Gunnar still had Julia on a chain, however. It was their first night, she was fresh from the auction, and he was not too sure what she had in mind just yet. Soon enough, depending upon her behavior, he would see to it that she never had to be on such a tight leash. Right foot lifted from the gas, as the left worked the clutch- his right hand taking the gear shifter and bringing them to a crawl as he pulled off of the main highway on to the dirt that stretched as far as the eyes could see on either side of the pavement. A few tire marks weighed down the sandy terrain where he turned on to, proving that indeed other vehicles had taken this route before. Keeping it slow, eyes squinting as they drove toward the setting sun that en flamed the vista before them. "I do not exactly have anything set up for your arrival. I guess you could say this was not very well planned out." Never taking his eyes off of the dirt path before them as he sped up, shifting up in to third.

The sparse vegetation began to thicken, seeming far more lush than the rest of the region they had seen on their journey. The horizon was obscured from view as they took a casual left curve directly in to the thicket of trees where the dirt was then met by fresh pavement. The coiling dust behind them hung low on the airflow, with no breeze to wash it away as they crawled up to the back of the large building that seemed to have grown here along with the sudden number of trees that surrounded them. Upon further investigation, even the grass would appear to be well manicured, and almost as green as a golf course. High maintenance indeed when you live in the desert. Gunnar shifted down until they came to a stop, putting the car in neutral and turning off the ignition. For the first time, he actually opened his door to get out of the car rather than stepping over it. Heavy boots sounded solid on the blacktop as he walked around behind the vehicle, keys balled in to one of his hands. Opening the passenger door, his hand immediatly on the chain which he unlatched with one of the keys from his hand, and he waited for her to step out of the car before closing it. Of course, if she hesitated too long he would have simply drug her out of it, and with that, he turned, giving a quick tug with a snap in response from the chain, pulling her toward him as he walked toward the back door.

The building was large. It was the dealership- BAD Enterprizes, where he sold and worked on cars for high income customers. However, the back entrance was a living area. Warehouse style, yet highly modern. Stainless and black marble, along with white leather furniture. Some of which was still half covered in plastic from being delivered recently, and was not yet arranged properly throughout the room. There were no walls separating the different rooms. Kitchen, living room, dining room, even bedroom- they were all and together. The ceiling was high enough that the building could have been three stories high, yet there were no other floors in this area of the building. A spacious open floor plan, bulletproof glass along he entire length of the exterior wall. From the car, it looked like the rest of the building- a glossy onyx. Tinted enough that you could only see through it from the inside out, and dark enough to protect any vamp from the sun. Opening the door to step in from the parking lot, he pulled Julia through with the chain, locking the door with a few latches, and then a padlock from the inside. He dropped the chain at her feet, his gaze falling on her suspiciously, yet he knew there was no escape once she was inside. Each door had a padlock the side of his fist, and the glass could withstand a car driving in to it, let along a young woman throwing herself at it.

"Looks like the furniture was delivered today. A few days early, perhaps there are better sleeping arrangements than I had thought." The jingle of a chain could be heard, and soon enough the pitter patter of little feet upon the glossy concrete floor. Gunnar grinned, turning away from Julia to face the two canines that approached, sleek black and tan Dobermans bounding over to him to receive his attention and praise before turning a weary eye upon the slave. The larger of the two, Zeus, the male, stepped toward her, nose in the air as he took in her scent with a low rumble thundering in his throat. Cautious, protective, the female- Deuce, only slightly shorter at the shoulder but much leaner than the male, stepped between Julia and Gunnar only to stand at Gunnars side- gaze on the woman was unwavering. "Say hello to your new friends." He motioned to the two dogs, Deuce now close enough to touch her, his body rigid as he trailed his snout along her knee, the growl still rumbling low.

Paying no attention to the dogs, Gunnar walked over to the center of the room which was far longer than it was wide, the Dobermans immediatly following suit and taking their leave from their view as they went back to their usual business of lounging on the cool concrete floor by the exterior wall/windows. He never thought it necessary to tell her there was no means of escape possible- for it would most likely be obvious to her already. "Tell me about yourself. Where did you come from, who are you. Why are you now a slave.. and what.. exactly.. did you hunt?" His attention was on the couch, not her, his back to Julia as he tore the thick plastic from the white leather love seat and began pushing it with ease to the center of the room. Large aquariums adorned the other wall, stretching along its length with different species in each tank. The room was a large 'L' shape, with the entrance they had recently entered through being the top of the letter, which brought you immediatly in to the kitchen. Beyond that point was the dining/living area. At the 90 degree angle, was the bedroom, a large bed with pillows covering the floor on either side of it. Around the corner, currently out of view, was a pool. It was large, with curtains draped from the ceiling to keep out some of the humidity from the rest of the room. It was not an average pool for laps, this was created to have that natural appearance. Rocks, a waterfall, and live plants surrounding it on either side. The windows there were not as tinted, allowing more light in from both side angle and above, with skylights. Gunnar had more money than he knew what to do with, and this was the only way to live in his point of view. The city life was not for him, he could never share a building, let alone a block or street with other people- he had to have his own.

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While dinner might have taken longer than Gunnar had planned, Julia loved it. It had been a while since she'd had a nice, relaxed dinner. This one hadn't been completely relaxed, what with her being attached to a chain and all, but it was better than worrying if the vampire you were following was going to figure you out before you could make a move. That was how her last dinner out had been. But this time Julia was actually able to enjoy her salad. Much better than what they had tried to force her to eat in the slave pens. There they had actually expected her to eat meat. As if. She'd worked too hard through the years of training her body to start pumping meat into it now. Hopefully Gunnar would be alright with that as well.

He still had her on a chain, which was rather annoying, but she kept in mind that her small silver chain of a collar was much better than the huge clunky ones that she'd seen other slaves wearing. No, this one was much more interesting. Collar and chain in one. The metal just seemed to stretch, but would become rigid again if the one controlling the chain, in this case Gunnar, wanted it to. Or it would just retract back into her collar. She'd given up on trying to break any of this. There wasn't any way she would be able to jump from the car, so she just relaxed against the seat. She sighed as they turned off of the highway and onto a dirt road. If he was taking her to some shack in the middle of the desert... Oh she would be mad. "If you have something more than an old rug covered in filth it will be much better than what I've had for the past week." She chuckled, running a hand through her hair.

As the vegetation began to thicken, Julia became a bit less tense. Spending the rest of her life in the dessert wasn't ideal, but if there were plants of some sort that was better. She actually smiled at the trees, the lush grass. Good. It looked like Gunnar actually took care of his home, wasn't some ridiculous slob like some people who had large amounts of money. Being rich didn't excuse anyone from being organized in Julia's opinion. As Gunnar unlocked her collar from the dash, Julia stepped out. She didn't need to be drug anywhere. She was spaced out a bit as he began walking, and stumbled the first few steps, not helped at all by the heels she had been stuck in by the man selling her, but then snapped back into reality and fell into step.

The building he was pulling her to was rather large. Impressive. She smirked at the plastic-covered furniture; he hadn't been lying about the area not being ready for her arrival. Her eyes wandered the large area as they entered, liking the open space. Julia wasn't one for surprises, and with walls and doors you never knew who was right around the corner. Plus this way there were less walls for her to run into in the middle of the night while she was becoming aware of her surroundings. She looked at the various locks on the door, letting out a light chuckle. "Have enough security?" She joked. There was no way out now, not unless Gunnar was letting her out. She wasn't stupid enough to try and launch herself through the glass.

Apparently not, since two dogs came towards them about a second after she said that. She gave them a sweet smile, until one of them started growling at her. She looked down at the male as he sniffed her leg, just hoping he didn't find some reason to bite her. Julia loved dogs, as long as they didn't try to attack her. "What are their names?" She asked, giving the dogs another smile.

She followed him, her heels clicking lightly on the ground as she walked. "Well, my name is Julia Porter. My parents and I were hunters, we hunted everything I guess. Vampires, werewolves, demons, and, um, lycans." Well, that was a bit awkward. She ran a hand through her hair before continuing. "We usually never left a job unfinished, but one of the vampires we had been hunting got away not very long ago. And as you would expect, people aren't very happy with you if you've been hunting them and trying to kill them. So he decided to find us and kill us instead. He came with a few friends, we fought, he killed my parents and decided that since I was young and a virgin I'd make a good slave. And then you bought me." She explained, crossing her arms over her chest.

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One quick bite at the airflow- scissor jaws clasping with a moist snap as a hiss of an exhale seeped through the onyx Dobermans nose. Zeus had turned his attention back to Julia when she began to follow Gunnar through the room- his stride swift with a long gait propelling him from his place alongside the windows to a foot infront of her. Standing between them, the stub of its tail standing high, chiseled skull dipped low as it peered up at the girl, maw twitching as it peeled back from its teeth that seemingly rattled with the growl that vibrated through its throat. A braced stance, forepaws planted square, body stretched out to the smaller haunches as it kept itself between she and its Master. Another snap at the air, taking a step in her direction. The growl rolling forth with a low, raspy tone as it pushed between its clenched teeth.

Gunnar ignored the dog at first, until the second bite in Julias direction. Even though there was still several feet between the dogs jaws and Julia herself, he still knew that Zeus was not happy. Deuce, the female had already risen from her place by the windows, snaking her body between Gunnars legs and standing protectively- head high, ears erect and her piercing stare never wavering from Julia. Gunnar sighed, turning, one hand running down the length of Deuces body from the broad skull to the point above her hips, stepping around her to walk casually back over to this new slave that was being held back by his #1. "Zeus." He replied to Julia as he reached down, touching the stainless spiked chain that dangled loosely around the male dogs muscled neck. In response to his touch, Zeus immediatly backed down, licking his muzzle and looking up to Gunnar as he stepped off to the side, awaiting any command. It was obvious the dog was not too sure about the woman, but he wasn't about to go against Gunnars word. Gunnar Scott walked behind Julia, setting his hands on either shoulder, "And Deuce." He finished, the female taking her name as a que to approach, quickly prancing across the glossy concrete floor with the click-clack of her claws. She snaked between the two of them, walking between Gunnars legs to turn and sit at his side. By touching Julia, Deuce already seemed to relax. A soft whine and she scuttered closer to the slave, stub of a tail wagging ferociously against the floor as she sought attention. "Zeus over there is protective of everything, it will take him some time. Deuce here, she is just protective of me. Already she wants you to pet her- but if you try to touch me she may take your hand off so I suggest moving slowly around me." With that he stepped around Julia again, hands sliding off her shoulders and back to his sides as his attention turned back to the furniture.

Deuce skittered closer to Julia's side, large eyes glistening in anticipation of getting pet. As long as Gunnar was calm, Deuce would keep her guard down- that is, unless like stated above, Julia tried to touch Gunnar himself. Then Deuce may show a side much different than what she was showing now as she leaned in against the woman, rubbing the side of her head against Julia's leg as she sought affections. Gunnar moved over to the large couch which was fully covered in the plastic, taking a corner and tearing it off swiftly before pushing it several feet with one hand on the arm rest over to the center of the room. In the center of the room, rather than a coffee table, looked like a fire pit. It was a large oval, almost kidney bean shape, with rocks piled around it. They were clean, clear coated rocks, very classy. Yet it was not a fire pit, it was a koi pond in the center of the room. The rocks meant for foot rests and just to add to the natural look of the pond itself. The white leather couch was pushed over to it, a few feet from the loveseat he had arranged moments earlier.

Her words never brought any sort of reaction from him that surely she would suspect- no anger, no twitch of disgust or tense of his muscles in hatred. He knew people had their reasons. Julia was a human, she saw things differently than the rest of them. Once the couch was arranged close enough to the pond, he tuned, leaning back against it, sitting on the arm rest. He patted his leg twice, and Zeus trotted immediatly over to him. Gunnar ran his hand over the dogs smooth coat, guiding him to the cushions behind which the dog never hesitated to crawl up on to and curl up comfortably. Turning his attention back to Julia now that Zeus was busy cleaning himself and getting comfy, Gunnar tilted his head in question, motioning her over with a come hither gesture of his finger. "Any particular reason you hunted, Julia? I am sure there are easier jobs- such as pumping gas or being a grocer. Was it the money? Or.. bigger reasons?" He was genuinely interested, offering a slight smirk as half of his lip line peeled upwards in amusement.

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As soon as Zeus snapped the first time, Julia came to a dead stop. She didn't care if Gunnar expected her to be following him, she wasn't about to get her arm ripped off by some crazy dog because it didn't like the way she smelled or whatever. She took a step back as he moved forward, hoping that Gunnar would step in rather than expect her to fight off two dogs. Because if one attacked, she was sure the other would as well. And while she was a decent fighter, going against two dobermen while in a rather tight dress and heels wasn't exactly her ideal situation.

After a short amount of time, but one that seemed like an eternity to Julia, Gunnar made his way over to the dog. The female dog didn't scare Julia anywhere near as much as the male. The female hadn't done anything other than sit by Gunnar, Julia had no reason to be afraid of it. Julia was visibly more relaxed when Gunnar called the dog off, letting out a breath of relief. She tensed again slightly as Gunnar placed a hand on either shoulder, just feeling a bit vulnerable at that moment. When Deuce moved between them, Julia smiled. Exactly. Nothing to be afraid of there. It wasn't as if she was going to try and shoot Gunnar. She didn't have her weapons, for one thing. She looked down at Deuce, still smiling as the dog wagged her stump of a tail, just wanting attention.

As Gunnar moved away and busied himself with the couch, Julia crouched down and started petting Deuce. Really, Julia was a sucker for dogs. She was crouched down, making all those lovey-dovey girly noises that girls make when they're petting a dog. And if this would stop the dog from biting her hand off, Julia would be quite content to sit there and pet her for hours. She smirked, giving the dog a few more pats before standing and turning back to Gunnar, who was ripping the plastic cover off of the couch. She watching him, waiting for some indication of what she was supposed to do next.

When he made the gesture for her to move to him, she did. She kept a slight distance, not wanting to upset either dog with her movements. "Well, I guess I was kind of born into it. I don't know why my parents did it, but it was what I was good at. And it wasn't like they could just up and quit. I mean, they'd have people who wanted to kill them. So it wasn't like I could just say that I wanted to go into theatre, even if I'm good at singing and dancing. I guess the money was good, but we were just good.

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Deuce mouthed and licked at Julia's face when she crouched down, meeting her kissy faces with her own doggy type, her stub of a tail clashing against the concrete flooring as she skittered closer, still in the sitting position. The erect ears remaining attentive through the whole ordeal. Deuce was the friendlier of the two, that was for sure, but that was exactly what Gunnar had raised her to be. The friendly people lover who could take any man by surprise. The dog that had looks that could kill with the skill to back it up, but a friendly personality that could fit in with even those that felt uncomfortable around dogs. It was a great way to take people by surprise, and Gunnar wanted Julia to know that. As soon as the woman stood from her crouched position, Gunnar made a soft 'kiss' type sound by sucking on his bottom lip. Quick, simple, and rather quiet. Deuce became solid, a rigid mass at Julia's side- head lowered and eyes on the woman. A mirror image of how the male, Zeus, had been moment earlier. From the sitting position, she was on all fours, a braced stance and every muscle throughout her body was stiff. Ready. Gunnar made the same sound again, so soft, so low and nearly inaudible, it could be confused with the sound of someone chewing their gum with their mouth open. The dog returned to its goofy postition, wiggling its butt as it followed Julia when she approached. Tongue dangled from its mouth, panting, and relaxed. An excellent weapon. Soft and cuddley on minute, and cut throat the next. Gunnar loved his dogs, they were his only true companions, and they aimed to please the man, even if it meant the end of their life.

Her words regarding being a hunt made him smirk even more, flashing the bleach white teeth of a man who took good care of himself in areas that not even money mattered. Hygiene. Pulling himself in to a stand from the slouched lean against the couch, he stepped closer to her, his tall figure looming over her, hands at his sides as he looked down to meet her eyes. His smirk faded. A serious, emotionless facade. The stillness of the air, he didn't seem to be breathing. The dogs both went silent, no more panting, even their breath seemed to have vanished. Gunnar let the moment intensify as he stood inches from her, looking down at Julia while she stood vulnerable in a new home.. a new life. "Good at it?" His deep voice shattered the silence, perking a brow. He leaned a bit closer to her, letting his breath spill against her as he squinted lightly. He whispered, deep tones slightly raspy as he did so, "Even without your precious weapons?" Holding her eye contact without a blink.

He let the silence hang again, waiting for her answer, leaning in close enough he could almost hear her heart beating. He could hear if she grew scared. Angry. Felt nervous- any rise or fall in her heart rate he would know about it. Deuce walked off, lapping water out of the Koi pond while the other remained perched on the couch. A deep exhale seeped forth as he straightened his stance, no longer leaning, lifting one hand to push back through his hair as he continued to stare at her, his face serious. hardened. "Sounds like quite a dangerous lifestyle.." His hand falling from his scalp, he wrapped his fingers around the forearm of her left arm, lifting it slightly as he looked her over. "I am amazed you made it this long. And you say they killed your parents. Vampires was it? Err.. Sorry I am assuming that is a sore subject. And yet here you stand, and I paid a mere few bucks for you. And to be honest I have no idea why. Hope you were not expecting anything exciting." The amused smirk that had been twisting his lip line earlier returned, washing away the serious glare he had been giving her seconds ago. He let go of her forearm, letting his hands fall back to his sides.

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Well that was just precious. Julia wouldn't complain about the licks she was getting from Deuce, the dog was just adorable. And wasn't trying to rip her arms off. That was a good point too. And that stub of a tail? Just too cute as Deuce sent it crashing into the floor while Julia gave her attention. Julia was rather impressed with how quickly the dogs could change demeanor. Gunnar had them trained very well it seemed. Her eyes flicked back to Deuce for a moment as the dog watched her, then moved her eyes to Gunnar. Well, as long as Gunnar didn't tell the dog to attack, Julia wasn't going to show any sort of fear, she'd seen how nice the dog could be. And then she was back to her sweet persona, and Julia smiled again. The young woman almost laughed as the dog followed her over to Gunnar, it's butt wiggling as it walked.

Julia noted the change as Gunnar stood, and her smirk began to fade as he walked over to her. This was one time she was glad for the heels, which gave her a few more inches to close the foot of space that Gunnar loomed over her. Her breathing was lighter now, trying to keep the seriousness that Gunnar was setting up. She wasn't blinking either, just staring up at him as he leaned closer to her and spoke. Maybe she wasn't as good without weapons, but she still had what physical strength she had built up over the years. "Well, I'm not as good, obviously. It's a bit hard to kill the creatures I hunt with my bare hands, after all. But I've still built up a bit of knowledge and strength over the years, I'm much stronger than I look and much stronger than most young women my age." Her heart was beating a bit faster than normal, just slightly nervous in her new home.

She was a bit more relaxed when Gunnar straightened his stance and let out a small sigh. One eyebrow rose into an arch as he lifted of her arms up and looked her over. "I made it this long because they thought I'd be a good pleasure slave." She said, rolling her eyes. "My parents aren't a sore subject with me. I can't really dwell on the past, can I?" Julia saw no point in being depressed over her parents' deaths, at least not that she would show to anyone else. She'd much rather just take out any emotion she felt by running or exercising. "What I was expecting was some sort of life where some sick bastard left me chained up until he needed a quick fuck or something to torture. So the fact that you're not planning to do those things to me is a nice relief. So as long as you don't change your mind from not knowing why you bought me to wanting me for something like that, we'll get along just fine." She smirked up at him as he let her arm go, running a hand through her hair again. It was something of a nervous habit, just something to do with her hands.

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Still smirking, Gunnar shook his head when she spoke of what the auctioneer had planned for her. "I think that is what they all want to sell slaves for. Brings in the biggest buck from the men that can't get any action they didn't pay for." He let his eyes wander over the attire the seller had forced her in to, smirking lightly before perking a quizzical brow, "Please tell me you didn't pick this outfit on your own." A hint of teasing to his voice as he looked back to her eyes. The heels did offer her a bit of height, but they were unnecessary. They looked uncomfortable as well. His gaze lifted from the slave to look around the room. It was rather empty- large, wide open spaces with little furniture or clutter whatsoever.

"I guess I could show you around the place. Kitchen, bathroom to the left of the door we just walked through." He motioned with one arm toward the way they had just came through, the kitchen rather obvious- bold black marble accents with a hint of white. Tinted glass and stainless steel appliances, as well as chairs and table off to the side. Then he motioned to the couch behind him as he turned. "Living room." Still smirking to himself, he loved stating the obvious. Pivoting, he turned his back to her and began to walk across the room toward the 90 degree angle. The entire corner was raised up one step, no walls around the bedroom that was filled with pillows and a large bed. The white curtains off to the side, hanging from the ceiling, wavering in the light motion of the airflow through the room from the fans overhead. He motioned with an arm toward the bed. "Bedroom, and.." taking a few steps toward the curtains, pulling them to the side as he walked between them and in to the large expanse of the pool end of the building. "Pool." Yep, stating the obvious was a grand old game. There was no edge to the pool, the floor simply gradually angled downward, where the water lapped. The walls on either side adorned by large rocks and ferns, giving it the appearance of a realistic lagoon. The high rise of rocks piled in one corner poured down a waterfall from over a story and a half in height, crashing in to the pool.

He shrugged lightly, turning back to look in her direction, whether she followed him or not. "I guess you could just.. keep the place clean. Don't make a mess, and everything should be all right. I'll bring you out quite a bit, I need a bit of a decoy you could say- I think you would fit the part." Looking around the room as the sound of the water pouring in to the depths behind him made him have to raise his voice a bit. "And you metnioned the security. Yes, it is more there for looks than anything- everyone I am trying to keep out could walk through those doors let alone break those locks. I guess you could say they are a house warming gift for you, then." He smirked. No, he didn't trust her just yet. But with his keen senses, he knew she couldn't make it far on foot anyways. "Or.. Do I not have a reason for them at all?" He questioned her, walking over closer to her again, looking down upon her. "I could remove them. Let you walk. But if you try to escape I wont hesitate to kill you." Once again that serious look upon his face was etched, chiseled in to his facial features. "I am sure you would like to get out every now and then and stretch your legs. As long as you stick around, don't go beyond the highway, and don't trash the place, I could give you a key to one of these locks. But that is up to you." His stare was cold, watching her, waiting for her reaction.

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Julia clenched her jaw when he spoke. But he didn't seem like that kind of person. Gunnar looked like he could get a woman if he wanted, didn't need a slave chained up for that. And that made Julia quite happy. "It's a large market. There are plenty of nasty bastards out there who can't pick up a girl, so they just buy one." She shook her head, a smirk forming on her face again when Gunnar asked about the clothes. "There is no way I would pick out an outfit like this. There is a time for short dresses, but never anything this short. I mean, I've been alright with some short things in my time, but this is just ridiculous. And don't even get me started on the heels." If shoes made her six feet tall, they were a bit much.

While Julia was quite sure she would be able to figure out what the various areas were for, she followed Gunnar as he gave her a tour of the area. The kitchen looked marvelous. Hopefully she'd get a bit of a chance to cook there. She wasn't the best, but she could make some pretty good meals. She looked back at the area he'd just set up, the living room, before following him as he moved towards the 90 degree angle. The bedroom was interesting as well, quite a nice set up. And the pool. Wow. It was gorgeous, a bit more of the nature that Julia was afraid she'd be losing out here in the desert. Her eyes lingered on the waterfall for a moment, a smirk rising to her face. She could definitely get used to this, as long as Gunnar decided to treat her like a human.

"It's gorgeous." She stated simply, smiling at Gunnar as he turned around. Cleaning? That didn't seem too hard. He didn't seem like the type to have too much clutter, and she didn't think cleaning what little furniture was there would be a problem. "A decoy?" She raised an eyebrow again, "What kind of decoy?" What kind of decoy could he possibly use her for? "A gift for me? Well thats just so nice." She chuckled, the false happiness creeping into her voice. She didn't see the point of the locks, she wouldn't make it far if she tried to escape, between Gunnar and the dogs. He moved closer, offering her something that she'd jump at the chance to get. Going for walks, for runs... "You don't have a reason for them. If I tried to get out, I'm sure your dogs would be able to sense my intentions before I made it to the door." She smirked again, though having a bad run in with the dogs wasn't exactly something she would look forward to. "Well, seeing as I don't think I would be able to run a lot in here I think being able to go outside would be quite wonderful." She wouldn't try to run, she wasn't stupid enough to do that now that she'd seen the dogs.

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His back to the pool he shifted his weight where he stood, looking over her clothing once again. Not exactly his taste either. It seemed what the seller chose was always something made for someone who would be on a street corner rather than an auction block. Always made for interested buyers though, especially when it came to the pleasure slave bit. Yet it seemed rather than pleasuring Gunnar Scott she would be cleaning for him. And.. cooking? A good cook was always welcome in the home of a bachelor. Sure, he could cook on his own, it was just finding time to do so that bothered him. Coming home at three in the morning and turning on the oven wasn't exactly something he enjoyed- although it seemed to happen more often than not.

When she asked about the Decoy bit he lifted a hand, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought to himself quietly, a smirk twisting his lips before he chuckled softly. " Uhh.. A decoy for the ladies. I can't stand going out and having them crawl over me like children over a piece of candy thrown during a parade. It gets them hurt when things get hostile.. and not to mention it gets rather annoying. I am just glad I live out here where no one can find me so I don't have random women showing up at my door looking for a good time. They don't seem to believe me when I say I am not interested. 'Playing hard to get' they always say. And in my opinion.. if that is what they want to believe then so be it, as long as they stop following me around like puppies." He was new to the area, and the way women flocked to him at clubs and bars got on his nerves. Usually he was there on business, and just lately he came across the scent of a Lycan he never was too fond off. Sure enough, in due time, high tensions would become fights, and people would get hurt. "You said you can handle yourself. So I suggest not letting me down. What is your weapon of choice?" She was to accompany him to different events, everything from supper to back alley meetings with the scum of the Earth. One of these days she would get herself in trouble when his hands were full- she needed to be able to do something about it and not rely fully on him being there to assist her. And in that case she may be blessed with being allowed to carry a weapon. Luckily, Gunnar had a magnificent ability to heal wounds as quickly as they were caused, so if she had second thoughts and decided to turn on him, he was more than positive he could snap her neck and leave her for dead before she had the chance to even bat an eyelash. He had no problems killing a woman who wanted him dead.

The two Dobermans walked in, pushing past beneath the curtains and in to the first few inches of water that lapped a foot or so behind Gunnar. Zeus never even looked at Julia, while Deuce snaked her body along the side of Gunnars leg, circling him once before going to stand beside the male. Gunnar pushed his hand in to his back pocket, grabbing a handful of keys. He pulled the smallest key from the ring, before kneeling and reaching over to Zeus. The large black dog walked over, head low, yet stub of a tail wagging in greeting to its Master as Gunnar put the key on the chain around the dogs neck. "He is to be with you at all times when you leave. The key to exit, and the key to return, is on his collar. Deuce will most likely follow you two around, but it is Zeus who will never leave your side when you step out of this building. He is highly trained, and will not hesitate to tear your jugular from your throat if you make a move that he sees as threatening, or if you go beyond your boundary." He paused, running his hand over the dogs muscled body before standing once again. "Zeus is not what he seems. He can take a bullet, and regenerate almost as fast as I can. Genetically redesigned, so not only will he keep you in line, but he will offer good protection as well. There will be people out there who will see harming you as an act against me, and there will be people out there who simply want you for exactly what your auctioneer buddy had in mind.". Smirking, he walked past Julia, between the curtains away from the Pool.

Peeling off his dress shirt as he approached the bedroom area, stepping up the one step and over the pillows that covered the floor, he tossed the pressed material in to a basket against the wall. His back to Julia as he walked over to the large wardrobe and opened it, pulling out a casual black wife beater and raising it above his head to pull down over his body. His eyes shifted to Julia, and her horrible attire. "Grab whatever you want. I am sure most of what I have will be like a dress to you, but until we get out and buy you some clothing, this is all you have. And I wont be buying you anything until I am sure you will be sticking around." Blunt, to the point, he wasn't one to beat around the bush. " Just throw that dress out, I can't see you ever needing it again.. unless you need a cheap Halloween costume that is but I think you would make a better French maid than a Hooker." Grinning as he laughed softly to himself, Zeus jumping up on to the bed and laying down in a regal position at the foot of it, Deuce standing beside Gunnar as she was normally seen doing.

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Julia let out a sharp laugh when she heard what sort of decoy Gunnar needed. It was just rather amusing. With all the people out there who couldn't find anyone to bring back to bed with them that night, here stood Gunnar who needed someone to keep women from throwing themselves at him. She shook her head, chuckling for a moment. "I think I can do that." She was obviously still amused. "It's just kind of funny." His next question threw her off guard a bit. He was giving her a weapon? Well, she reasoned that he'd be able to heal himself faster than she could even pull the trigger, so it wasn't as if he needed to worry about her shooting. "Well I'm far better with a gun than anything else, so if you can get your hands on a Smith and Wesson M&P compact that would be best. It's nice and small but still holds a nice punch." Unless he wanted her shooting something other than bullets. But that was his choice.

She smiled again as the dogs came in, a bit happier now that Zeus was ignoring her rather than being as hostile as he had been before. Ah, but it seemed that she and Zeus would be getting to know each other quite well. "Well thats just such a cheery thought." She said in reference to the tearing out of her jugular. Not exactly her idea of a good day. But at least the dog would be there for protection. Gunnar made a good point. He seemed like some sort of high-end person who would undoubtedly have enemies, and said enemies would probably like to get at him in any way possible. Not to mention the people who just wanted her for a quick screw before getting rid of her. "Hey. That's not funny." There was amusement in her voice even as she said it, following Gunnar out and towards the bedroom.

Was he serious? She hoped he wouldn't expect her to go out anywhere in any of his clothes. She doubted there would be a pair of pants that would fit her, she was far too petite for that. But she guessed that if they went out she would be able to wear the dress again. He made a good point again, he couldn't trust her yet so why waste money on clothes if she was going to run? Julia moved to the wardrobe after he had pulled out his shirt, choosing another wife beater. As she held it up, she realized that it was probably going to hang much like the dress she was currently in, but nowhere near as tight. Julia unzipped the dress and slid it down her body. The undergarments didn't offer all that much coverage, but it was enough that she wasn't uncomfortable. She slipped the wife beater over her head, then lifted her feet behind her one at a time and took off the heels. Much better.

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He was pleased Julia could find humor in the very day she been bought as a slave against her will. Shows she doesn't dwell, and that pleased him to a point that gained her some respect. Well, that and the fact she had yet to break in to tears- flailing her arms and crying o be released. Shaking his head at the very thought as he stepped away from the wardrobe- women were so horribly confusing. One cries while another laughs all the while in the same situation. You could say he was pleased with his purchase- there was nothing worse than a woman crying. He never knew what to do in those situations, and sometimes he had the urge to cover their mouth to make the sound stop coming out. Or worse, it all depended on the circumstances.

A few steps, he was standing beside the bed, palm gliding down the smooth length of Deuces neck to her back again, the dog cooing softly as she was given the attention she so often sought. Zeus, however, seemed to have a different idea, on guard and rather stiff. he was up to something. Julia changed her clothing, pulling a wife beater over her that hung exactly like a dress. Just as Gunnar had suspected. The hooker attire falling to the ground, Zeus bolted from the mattress, grabbing the material in his mouth and lunging across the room to crawl under a couch with it. Smirking, Gunnar raised a brow, "Maybe he likes you more than he lets off." he joked, watching the dog lick and gnaw on the material as it lay 'hidden' beneath the white leather love seat.

Julias earlier comment, the gun of choice, never took him by surprise. A hunter always had a wapon of choice. It was the first then they grabbed for when in attack mode- it was a feeling of comfort in their hand, and it was an object of safety and control. He nodded, and walked to one of the very few doors that were along the inside wall of the large room, not far from the bed at all. The lock opened when he plunged one of his many keys in to it, a heavy 'click' before he pulled it from the latch and pulled on the handle. The door was thick, heavy- several inches thick and resembling a large safe. A light flickered on without the need of a switch and Gunnar looked over the room before motioning Julia over. "A pistol.. well if you can find one in there you can use it. I am more for the big guns, but whatever suits you is fine." he smirked, stepped out of the threshold to allow her access. Several hundred weapons lined the walls, even hung from the ceiling. Semi automatic rifles, fully automatic, and even a few bolt action. Sized, age, with differing stocks and all without a trigger lock. The pistols were all on display on the lower quarter of the wall, spotlights from the flooring allowing for a better detailed view. "..They are all loaded. Don't fidget too much." He cautioned.

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She wasn't going to beg him to let her go. There was no use to that. The only place she'd go would be back to the slave pens. And until Gunnar did something completely horrid she would much rather be here. For now at least, she was done resisting. After all, it looked like the only things he was going to have her doing were being a decoy when girls tried to throw themselves on him and cooking. Really a lot better than what could have happened if she had been purchased by someone else.

No sooner had she let the dress fall to the ground was it gone in a flash of tan and black. What the hell? That dog was messed up in the head, Julia was sure of it now. "Right then." It was more of a sigh, a smirk on her face as she watched the dog go at her old dress. Well, they'd figure something out if she had to leave. She sure as hell wasn't going to leave the building dressed like this. "That is one special dog. Or maybe what he really hated was the dress, and now he's destroying it?" She raised an eyebrow, laughing again. Julia liked that idea much better than thinking that the dog hated her.

It was almost comical how much taller Gunnar was now that the heels were gone. She followed him as he moved to the large door. "Wow." Was about all she could say for a few minutes. Julia moved into the room, her mouth hanging open for a moment before she snapped herself back into reality and snapped it shut. Her family had weapons in various safes, but never a collection this size. This was just... just amazing. "Well, the big guns are really fun too, but it's kind of hard to hide one of those if you're my size." She smirked. She moved to the pistols, trailing her fingers over a few of them. Pretty. Shiny. She reached forward, picking a small silver gun from its place. Not the one she had specified, but small and powerful regardless. "I think this one will do."

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Julia wasn't short for a woman, she was taller than the average he had seen during his short time in the city, but Gunnar could make anyone look short. He was blessed with a great height, in both forms, and it helped to intimidate the opposition let alone offer him great advantages with reach and stride. Gunnar stepped back from the door as Julia walked in, turning his attention to the dog under the couch to had taken the dress hostage. The growling and moist sounds of gnawing between the tearing of the seams growing louder as the dog became more excited over its catch. "It very well could have been the dress.. but Zeus has never liked strangers. I am sure he will warm up to you though- I think this is his way of 'getting back at you'. He is rather.. possessive of my attention." Grinning as he walked across the room to the center of the riving area, Deuce following with an attentive stare.

One hand under the end of the couch, Gunnar lifted it up, looking down with an amused smirk at the dog who continued its attack on the helpless material with no intent to give up now that it had been discovered. He bent at the hip, taking on end of the dress and pulling both it, and the dog attached to it, from under the couch as he set it back down. It worked like a leash, the dogs jaws never releasing the dress as it intermittently thrashed wildly with a snarl, front paws skidding on the flooring as it tried to get a good grip to pull it free from Gunnars grip. He lifted it, and the dog from the ground, dangling them a moment as he laughed to himself, then let go- Zeus landing fluidly and tearing in to it with his ass in the air and head down. "I do not believe it is salvageable." Smirking as he walked back to the weapon filled room that Julia was in. She chose a Glock 26.. a small, compact powerhouse that offered a hard punch and great accuracy. "Conceal it?" He asked, tauntingly. He found no need to hide weapons. They were mere toys when it came to the killing game, he knew his hands could do more damage than the bullets, so it was more of a hobby than a means of protection to him. "Well in that outfit I think you could conceal anything you wanted." he joked, motioning toward the dress of a shirt she was wearing.

Stepping past her in to the room, he reached on to a shelf directly above the wall lined with pistols, and took a few clips from the section directly above the place she had taken the Glock. He turned to face her, walking over and handing her several of them. "A gun is no use if you run out of bullets." He warned, taking her hand with his empty one, and placing the loaded clips in her palm, closing her fingers around them as best as they could. "I suggest.. not firing a weapon in the house, however, unless you need to. Deuce hates guns." His voice was deep, yet soft, a warning spoken low enough to allow for her to realize the seriousness of the issue. if she thought Zeus was scary.. wait until you squeeze off a round infront of the female.

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"I hope he warms up to me. It would be rather unfortunate if he thought it was so funny to destroy every outfit I get. Even though I never really liked that dress." She chuckled. "I mean, oh no! The viscous dog is tearing apart my favorite outfit!" Much sarcasm, but she thought it fit there. But really, if Zeus was going to rip every one of her garments to shreds, they'd have a problem. Julia really liked clothes when they weren't the nasty outfits that some pervert forced her into. It wasn't like she was a threat to the dog. Hopefully he'd learn that.

She watched as Gunnar moved to the couch and lifted it, rather amused with how much Zeus was set on keeping the dress. That was one determined dog, not even letting go as Gunnar lifted him from the ground by the dress. "Well damn. I really loved that dress." She was chuckling as she said it, quite glad that the dog was tearing the thing to shreds. "Oh ha ha. Really funny." She smirked at him, though it was true. The shirt was so baggy on her petite frame, she could hold enough guns for a small army in there without anyone knowing.

"Well, that's not entirely true. I could throw it at someone." Julia was joking now, sounding more like a five year old than a woman who had been trained in firearm use. "Thanks though." Her fingers barely closed around the clips, again reminding her just how much larger Gunnar was. But she'd make due once she had some proper clothing to hide the weapon. "Alright. No firing the weapon when Deuce can hear. Check. I don't need a doberman freaking out and tearing out my neck."

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The growls and clawing continued as the male tore in to the material, taking a full mouth full before pressing its paws down and pulling back, tearing the seams. Once it was falling apart, pieces of the dress no longer intact, the dog took off through the building, shaking its head repeatedly- the whipping, snapping of the material cracking against the concrete floor and occasionally hitting the dog as well. Every contact the material made with him, Zeus grew more hostile. Higher pitched growls, snarling, and a quickened pace as it felt as if the dress was in attack mode. Deuce grew interested and slithered off to investigate the pieces of cloth left in a trail of threads in her brothers wake.

Gunnar had fallen silent, staring at the dog in utter confusion with a raised brow. Interesting how you thought you knew someone... and then.. Okay, so it was a dog. They were all unpredictable. Maybe that is what made Gunnar so unpredictable as well. The wolf in his blood, his Lycan beast looming behind his eyes without any feeling he could conceal it. His attention turned to Julia and he held her eye contact for a moment before he nodded to her in response to her thanks for the extra ammo clips.

One hand outstretched, open palm pressing against the wall as he shifted his weight, leaning on the braced arm as he looked at her. His assessment was obvious- he had nothing to hide. he gave her a look over before meeting her eyes again, his own natural squinted gaze allowing no emotion to slip by. "I must be honest. I was expecting... more." Deep tones were spoken in a serious tone, like one used for business or at a funeral.