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use it. And by use it, I mean suck me off. Secondly,” Hunter grips my hair, and pulls roughly. “You will do as I say, when I say. I am your Master; whether you play nice or not, it’s your issue, but be assured I will punish you, I will test you, I will push your limits, but I will teach you things you never thought existed. You are mine, Kat.”
    I let his words sink in. I am his...he failed to mention the thirty days part; I choose not to correct him, because the bathroom calls me.
    “If you’re finished, I’d like to use the amenities before I piss myself.”
    “This conversation is not over, unpack your shit and meet me downstairs. You have twenty minutes. Don’t be late.” Hunter lets me go and I hear his feet pad across the floor.
    I roll onto my back and stretch my body, with a smile. This could actually be fun. Pissing people off is my forte. I sit up and notice him standing in the doorway.
    “Anything else you want to verbally vomit before you leave?” I smile, not letting him walk over me.
    Hunter shakes his head before walking out completely.
    I get up off the bed and finish unpacking my belongings. The walk in wardrobe is fucking massive, I swear I could fit the bed in there; in fact I think if I did I would probably feel more at home, more comfortable. I have never been the kind of girl that takes to diamonds and pearls and huge mansions, and money. After my childhood, I’m just glad to be alive. However, some days, I wish my life turned out differently. I wish I were stronger than this front of me. But, I am how I am, and I’d be fucked if I was going to change it for anyone.
    After everything was packed away, I walked out the door with no intention on meeting Hunter. I was going to explore the palace and get a feel for the place; find out where the hiding places were, and I needed to find the stash of alcohol before the day was over. Tonight, I was getting trashed and having me some fun. This place was busy, so surely someone would walk through those doors that were in for a little trouble themselves.
    I look around and can’t believe what I see. It was built in the seventh century and the main purpose was for sinners to confess their sins and wash their hands of evil. I thought it fitted well for someone like him, and well me too really. This church is almost famous; the disaster that closed it down was all over the television and radios for weeks. It was struck by fire ten years ago, the people in the Manhattan district rallied to get it rebuilt, but within months of the refurbish the priest was arrested for rape. I was fifteen at the time, and I knew this church well.
    I walk down the stairs and admire several pictures that hung on the walls. I reached out to touch them, but movement behind me stopped my actions. As I turned around Hunter stood with several men, but he was looking at me.
    “Is this all yours now?” I asked Hunter.
    He nods, and then turns his attention back to the group of men he is standing with.
    “I bet you paid a pretty penny for it,” I say casually.
    I know he’s not actively listening but I know he is watching my every move. Instinct I call it. The ability to know when you’re in trouble, and when you’re not...and right now, I have no idea what I’m in for. The renovations are gorgeous, but he has kept it as original as possible. The old stone building is strong with a mainly wooden and marble interior. It’s pure heaven in my eyes. The stain glass windows were removed from the arches and replaced with stone. The windows have been taken out on the first level, and most in the second, I could see that from when I exited the car.
    “Do you want a tour?” Hunter’s rugged voice startles me slightly.
    “Yes, Please.”
    Hunter shocks me by taking my hand in his and walking me over to the main entrance where we walked in.
    “As you can see all the windows have been removed. The only ones that remain are in the top level which is now bedrooms and bathrooms, and