Home Sweet Home [Julia]

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The dog was ripping the dress into even tinnier shreds than it had previously been. He seemed quite excited with his prize, running around the house with the pieces and slapping them around. It was almost as if he thought the dress was attacking, and he was just determined to destroy it before it destroyed him. After a few more chuckles, Julia turned her attention to Gunnar, ignoring the noises coming from the dog and the dress.

Her hands were still clutching the weapon and the ammo, and her hip was popped slightly to the right as Gunnar leaned against the wall. He was looking her over again. His words made her smile. "More what? Did you expect me to be crying and screaming, trying to break down your doors and walls?" She asked, then held up the gun. "Maybe to try and shoot you with this? Swear that I'd kill you the first time you slip up in focus?" That wouldn't have gotten her very far, she was sure. And if Gunnar was going to treat her fairly, she'd be able to live with the lot she'd been given. Sure, she'd hate the idea of being someone's slave, being forced to do work and not being able to do the job she loved. She'd always miss slaying, but it seemed that being Gunnar's slave working for Gunnar wasn't going to be too boring.

"I have a feeling that if I did any of the above I'd find myself in one of a few positions. Chained up outside in the desert without food or water, sold back to be bought by some sick fuck who wants a sex toy, tortured until I'm too afraid to do anything, or dead. And I don't think that I would enjoy any of those." Her normally-light tone was a bit more serious now, she was obviously trying to block out any images that those ideas had formed in her mind. "So as long as you treat me like a human being I won't try anything. If you want to see the defiance you saw back at Cyanide, go ahead and treat me like shit. You'll see it the first time anyone really pisses me off."

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Well maybe she had a little spunk, and Gunnar grinned as she spoke of what he was probably expecting her to do. Crying and screaming yes.. trying to shoot him yes. She was on the right track at least. He shifted his weight so that he was no longer leaning against the wall, instead could be described as looming over her. She was much smaller then him, and surely could pack quite the punch. He thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I am pretty amazed at how well you have taken to your new lifestyle. I guess you could say I am waiting for it all to soak in. A break down, if not anything. But I am starting to think that perhaps you are not like the others. Maybe the auctioneer was wrong about you. Maybe I paid too much?" He let it sink in before he laughed, proving he was kidding rather than being a complete ass.

The compact pistol she had chosen was a great choice. More plastic than he liked on a gun, but it was a power house. And for someone her size, could fit pretty nicely in to her hands. "And you are right. If you did any of the above you sure as hell would not be standing here infront of me right now. Probably be chained on your knees somewhere- gagged and naked. Just to let the embarrassment set in for a few weeks. Women don't seem to like being embarrassed.. Although I think I wouldn't mind trying to make your life a living hell- but as long as you are respecting me, I might as well do the same for you." He reached out and lifted her chin with a curled finger as he looked at her for a moment. "You seem to have quite the temper- can't wait to see what you can do." The grin faded to a smirk.

It was dark out by now, the sun having set during their arrival and he realized she would probably be needing sleep at some point. Surely when she was still in the hands of the auctioneer it was difficult to get a good night sleep. "Well you are lucky that the furniture arrived today. I only have one bed and I sure as hell wasn't going to be sleeping on the floor." He said that like he actually slept. Usually a good relaxing recline for a few minutes was about as good as sleep for him, and thus he never had to waste any time. You could sleep when you were dead. Gunnar motioned with an arm toward the bed, then swung his arm over to the couch. "Take your pick. I am pretty sure Deuce will join you." he said as he turned his back and walked toward the kitchen. Opening the cupboard to grab a glass he asked without looking in her direction, "Do you want something to drink?"

[Sorry that took so long, the past week was hectic. Should be good now though.]