Thread: Modern Day Slavery (Athene & East)

Joslin Indigo Hawthorne He was nodding. Acknowledging her answers and doing so with a smile on his face. That last part made Joslin slump back in her seat and audibly sigh. Unless those reactions were an act, she had passed the first question as far as she could tell. And that was only the first, which made a slight shiver trail down her spine. Girl, they're only gonna get harder, ya know? It wasn't that she didn't realize this. But standing up and leaving now would definitely make her look like an even worse hypocrite. Scared as she was, she would keep trying to endure this interview. After all, it'd be easier after this or so she hoped. Granted, that was the keyword there. Easier , but by no means perfect. She'd be a damn fool to even start thinking things would simply work out. No, no. Joslin was fully expecting several obstacles to come from this agreement. It would be a matter of she wouldn't be facing these challenges alone which, in its own right, definitely was reassuring. Thank you, daddy, she replied, unable to smile herself as he praised her for trying to get a degree instead of wasting her life. Oddly enough, some people had thought she was wasting her time and effort. Most were other peers and classmates, though there were the small handful of nonsupporting family relatives. While there were some days she did question why she was working her ass off so hard, Joslin always managed to convince herself in the end it would be worth it. All these years of medical and Psychology-related classes would help her out. When Jace began dictating what would likely end up happening, she leaned forward, listening intently to his words. For the most part this job will require various activities, not all of them will be sexual, but I'm sure that there will be some of them. Yeah. That made sense. So far, so good. You will be sharing my bed on nights that you work, and your services will be required at all hours of the day and night. Most people would find that kind of demand mind breaking. Joslin swallowed, personally finding the thought to be more intimidating as opposed to mind breaking. Still, Jace had made his point. It did have an effect on her, most definitely. Her feet were swinging under the table always making sure not to kick her potential future owner, but definitely suggesting from the lone set of movements she was nervous. Maybe even scared was the more appropriate word. Sure enough, when the second question rolled around, Joslin frowned slightly. Hmmm. Well, I'm likely not 'going to be in the mood' while studying for a major test or working on a really important project. Coping mechanisms? I ... She tried to use both her own example and his own. Tried to envision being in heels and a dress for hours on end. In an effort to make it easier to envision and concentrate on the image, Joslin pretended he was asking her to do something more tame, such as cuddling. What could you say to make that work out? Not right now, I'm too tired was the first thing that came to her mind. Only to quickly result in Joslin scoffing at herself. Don't be fucking stupid. You're lucky enough that easy ass answer from the first question didn't end this talk ... I don't know exactly, Joslin finally forced herself to admit, the words getting slightly caught in her throat as she felt desperation and despair mingling in. She was fucking up. Somewhere deep down in her core, she knew that. The more accurate answer, she hastily began to add, Is those sorts of things are hard to give answers to. It's like trying to predict the future. The problem with what you say you see ... is that's but one possibility. In truth, there are practically endless numbers of options that may or may not end up happening. What any fortune teller could tell you is but one mere choice. It's not the only one we have though. And ... well ... Now she wanted to run. Not quite out of the entire restaurant, simply because that would cause too much of a scene. But definitely to the bathroom. She didn't want to cry, even less so in front of Jace and yet she could feel the temptation becoming stronger and stronger with each failed attempt at giving a more definite response. I'm sorry. I'm not sure if my analogy made any sense, nor even know if it helps in any regard. I guess the long and short is I truly can't immediately say for sure. I'd like to think and hope I could give myself energy somehow, be it with something as simple as caffeine or somehow self-inducing an adrenaline rush. Otherwise? I'm not one hundred percent sure myself.