the aftermath

The woman would stare at him as she waited for an answer. She could care less about what he thought about her, how he felt and even what he wanted. He was her slave, a mere pet if you will. To her the moment he lost to her was the moment he lost the right to get what he wanted. It was her turn to decide how he would and would not get. It was during this train of thought that he would give her a calm answer.

For a moment Kat would remain silent as if waiting for something more than the short and easy name he had given her. When nothing more came the girl would raise a brow and test the name on her toung. "Vrel..." a few moments would pass as she debated on tauntinng him further. Finnaly she would give a small shrugg of her shoulders. "It will do....for now. In the meantime you can make yourself useful and find me something to eat."