I rummaged in cupboards and set out bread, margarine, peanut butter. Put the kettle on to boil."Master?" Her voice was shaky. "I should be doing that.... And you will, in future. What's your name?" I ... I ... don't remember." How long have you been a slave?" I ... I'm sorry, Master. I don't remember."I sighed and placed a plate in front of her, cut bread and pushed the bread-board to her. "Help yourself. Cupboard's a bit bare at the moment, but we won't starve for a while." Master? You want me. I live alone in a single home and work probably too much at times. When I do have time to myself I prefer to spend it in the nude but having families around me I have to keep it inside or in the backyard. One day I was in my backyard and it was hot so I had taken off my shirt when I heard something over the fence in my neighbor behind me. This neighbor is divorced not quite the MILF you might think but while she’s not a 10 she is very beautiful. I only talked to her a few times just normal. He’d not made the mistake of confusing lust for love again, but he’d had plenty of opportunities to satiate that lust, earning himself a reputation as a lady’s man – but not a knave, either. He was careful never to lead anyone on, ensuring there were no hurt feelings – and no unexpected ‘consequences’ a few months down the road, either. He just enjoyed himself, without strings attached, and made sure his partners did the same.But after a while, the novelty wore off. With his future so uncertain. Know...”The Gangrel would never know this feeling, neither would the Mehket. The Daeva could only make people adore them, and the Nosferatu could only make people fear them. The Ventrue though, they could make people obey.From deep within, down in his core, into the blood that circled his corpse, he pulled forth his vitae. The energy rose like forgotten adrenaline. Unseen and overwhelming, his mind reached out and found Mike’s. The eye contact was the key. He could see straight into the weak.