You may call me by my name.

"You may call me John," You say, your tone friendly.

You can see the uncertainty in her eyes linger for several seconds, then with an almost imperceptible nod her expression seems to soften slightly.

Her eyes flicker to the envelope still in her outstretched hands. Reluctantly, you take the envelope. You look at the seal for several seconds before breaking it. Unfolding the paper within, you begin to read:

My dear nephew,

I have not seen you since you were a small boy, but even so long ago, you were the only member of our family who ever seemed to enjoy my company. I deeply regret that we were never able to get to know one another again.

Since I had no children of my own, and I have no taste for charities, I left my entire estate to you. Though I suspect you already know that if you are reading this.

Nevermind the ramblings of an old man.

The mansion, property, and everything within is now yours to do with as you please. The money left to you in the trust will easily cover the costs associated with your new home should you choose to stay.

As you likely already know, you are now the owner of two **** girls. The story of how they came into my posession is complicated and one I do not feel like sharing. Releasing them would bring unwanted attention to my estate, and likely cost you everything. However their fate is in your hands as they will not be missed should they remain in your possession.

My home holds several mysteries, though I am loath to share them with you. After all, it is far more fun to let you descover them on your own.

Should you want to learn more about your Uncle, and the lifestyle I lived, my journal is locked in my nightstand.

I wish you a long and happy life,

~Uncle Dave.

You stare at the paper for nearly a minute, trying to make sense of everything said, Slaves? Your eyes turn to the girl beside you, Where's the other one?

"You were my Great Uncle's property?" You ask, not sure what to think of this turn of events.

She seems to wilt slightly, "Yes Mas-" She catches herself mid word, "John."

Anna's eyes search yours, her body tense as if she is unsure of what your reaction will be to her calling you by name.

Did my Great Uncle make her like this? You wonder.

Giving her what you hope is a reassuring smile, it seems to have no effect on her expression.

You are now the owner of two **** girls. Looking again at the words on the paper, "There is another girl here?" You ask softly, not wanting to alarm Anna any further than she already is.

Apparently it was the wrong thing to say, Anna's eyes light up with absolute terror. At the same time, she straightens, becoming stiff as she takes half a step between you and the stairs leading up towards the second and third level of the mansion, "My sister," She says stiffly, "Please Master," She fails to use your real name like you had previously requested, "Do anything you wish to me," Her eyes appear wet, like she's on the verge of crying, a mixture of panic and defiance in her tone. "But please do not harm my sister."

You're taken back by the strong reaction. So much so that it takes you several seconds to cover your surprise.