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Ian chuckled again. "Alright. I like the sharp tongue dear, but don't take my nickname as a sexual advance, and I'm not trying to seduce you in any way. But I will have you know, I do gain control over my slaves and it isn't with a heavy hand." He said in the same charming and care free tone. He took a step back from her and put a cigarette in his mouth, taking out a zippo lighter and sparking, keeping it lit only long enough to light the cigarette. He put the lighter in his back pocket and took a deep inhale, holding it for a moment, the blowing it out away from Samantha. He grinned to himself at the smell, and turned back to the girl in front of him. "I control them with freedom, Sweetheart. I know this life has hardened you, and you had some baggage to start with I see. But if you'd ever like to leave this life..." He started, suddenly looking at her with sharp eyes. His cool blue eyes hardened like sharp knives of ice as he glared at her this time. A look that might terrify grown men. "So if you really want to go back to your family, I suggest you play nice." He said with enough venom to match his look.
After a moment of letting that sink in, his demeanor changed again to the same flirt he introduced himself as. "Now, let's get you some nice cloths, Sweetheart. I have a nice room set up with a closet full of nice things. One of my maids went with me, so it's not just a man's touch." He said with a playful wink before opening the door and waiting for her to step through.
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