Thread: The Debt Collector (Greysmith and FemShep)

Sieg found it hard to believe this lovely little creature had so little knowledge of the outside world, or how regular people acted with one another. She was tentative of her actions, and trembled with each one he made, despite making it clear that he had no intention of harming her. When she took the glass from his hand he could see the liquid ripple as she shook, questioning whether or not she should go ahead and taste it. She was a little braver with her words then, thanking him for his kindness, he rose an eyebrow as she spoke, taking another sip from his glass before speaking. He really has fucked you up royally hasnt he? Sieg said in a less formal tone, unable to keep his professional demeanor for some reason, her disposition pulled on heartstrings he thought had been severed a long time ago. Sieg was in a business where seeing slaves were a common occurrence, and being told to partake in the pleasures of their flesh was just as regular. It had never interested him slaves were broken and listless, taking someone like that to bed sounded about as enthralling as a root canal, but for some reason the men in high powered positions wanted nothing more than to possess everything, human or otherwise. Perhaps he was just a bit simpler when he told a woman to call his name, he wanted her to do so of her own vocation. Gemmas return pulled him from his thoughts, putting the clothing into Emilees hand. He reached for her wine glass, setting it back on the kitchen island. Go right ahead. He said as he pointed in the direction of her temporary room. Once she had left his side he took a deep breath, sitting himself on one of the stools within the kitchen and finishing off his glass before pouring another. This was certainly going to be interesting He wondered how long it would take for that crotchety old bastard to make his payments, probably a couple of weeks he assumed. His thoughts were interrupted as Gemma returned to his side, hands clasped in front of her in a professional manner. She had been there with him for some of his strangest jobs, patching him up when he returned covered in blood, and ushering half asleep women out of his home when they started poking around before he awoke. It was a strange relationship the pair had, but it worked well. Siegfried Who is this girl? He asked in a low tone, knowing how sound travelled within the large open space. Sieg shook his head, unsure of what to tell her. Shes a slave, if you can believe it. Dont worry yourself too much about it. She wont be here for long. Just be glad that while she is here youll have a little help around the house. Dont be afraid to put her to work I dont want her getting any ideas about how to escape. Sieg advised, eyes skirting over to where she would emerge from. Gemma made a noise of concern, crossing her arms beneath her breasts but not giving him any more flack. Well I have some errands to run, try not to do anything anymore stupid. She teased, grabbing her coat and purse before closing the door behind her, leaving Sieg and Emilee alone together. Sieg had wanted to tell her that it wasnt as terrible a plan as she made it out to be, but he couldnt be sure who he was trying to convince, himself or her.