A Proper Introduction

Plate in hand, you make your way all the way down to the third level of the basement. The cellblocks are just as you had left them the night before, quiet and secure. Heading down to Cell D, you peek through the one-way glass window.

Veronica was pacing around her cell, awake and alive with anger. You could tell she was rehearsing all the obscenities she would use as soon as she saw your face again. Her first were balled up so tight her knuckles were white, her eyes wide with rage. Rather than being terrified or freaked out, she seemed indignant.

The mobster's daughter would be very different than the other girls you had recruited. Usually, you sought out those you knew would enjoy relinquishing their lives to you. Whether their submission lived on the surface or was buried deep in their hearts, all you had to do was give them an outlet and they were yours.

Veronica was different, though. From what you could tell, she was independent through and through. Growing up with the power and prestige her family had afforded her, you doubted she had a single submissive bone in her body. If you wanted to tame her, you would have to break her down first. Strip down her ego until all that was left was a blank slate.

It would be very difficult. Fortunately, you enjoyed a good challenge.

Entering the keypad into the door, you unlocked her cell. Her head twisted towards the door as you appeared, walking inside with breakfast in hand. You did your best to maintain a cool and collected composure, contrasting with her twisted rage.

"You bastardo!" She yelled, running right at you. Her collar stopped her short, eliciting a chocked gasp as she was yanked back. It didn't stop her from swinging her fists at you. You stood out of range, of course, more amused than anything at her violent outburst.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you greet, holding up the plate. "I brought you breakfast."

"I don't want your food, you fucking porco!" Veronica spoke with a thick Italian accent. This, combined with her anger, made her words almost unintelligible. "I want you to release me at once! And... and give me back my clothes!" She seemed for the first time to realize that her body was currently bared for you. While she did not retreat in shame, you could see her grow more self-conscious.

"I'm afraid that's not possible." Placing the plate on the ground, you slid it towards your prisoner. "You should still eat, though. Keep up your strength."

"FUCK YOU!" She screamed, kicking the plate away. While the dish did not shatter, beans, bacon, and eggs splattered all over the floor. "I swear to God I will kill you when I get out of here! Do you know what fucking happens to those who cross the Montesi family?!?!"

You cross your arms, meeting her enraged gaze with your own confident eyes. "No, I don't. And I never will. My name is James and-"

"I don't care what your fucking name is!"

"... and I am your new Master. You are mine now. You will never be rescued. You will never be free. The sooner you accept me as your owner, the sooner you can get out of this cell."

"Fuck that!" Veronica spat, renewing her attempts to strike you. "You can't keep me in this fucking cage! No one owns me! Do you even know who the fuck I am! You are so fucking dead when I get out of here!"

You just sigh at her outburst. "I guess we'll try this again tomorrow. Enjoy what's left of your meal." Turning on your heel, you headed out of the cell.

"Hey, get back here!" She demanded, even as you were closing the door. "I'm not done with you yet. I'm still locked in here you fucker! Hey, let me-"

As the door sealed shut, the soundproofing kicked in. You knew this battle would not be won in a day. This was a war of attrition, and you had all the time in the world. It was only a matter of what levers to pull to make her bend. Hunger would be the first you would try. You suspected, though, that your victory would be hard fought.

If everything went well tonight, though, it would be a war you would not have to wage alone.