Blaine and Hunter leave the building out through a back door, most likely a staff entrance. Although Blaine hasn’t seen the front of the building, he expects it to be some grand foyer that would impress even the wealthiest of clients, far from the litter filled car park he is greeted by.

Blaine is surprised to find it isn’t dark outside, like he had expected, but in fact the sun is at it’s highest point in the sky, approximately noon. After mostly being exposed to the harsh artificial lights within the compound, he finds the natural sunlight almost painful. He squints, trusting Hunter to guide him in the right direction.

Hunter comes to an abrupt halt, fishing his keys from his jeans pocket and unlocking the car they are standing behind. Blaine is surprised to realize Hunter owns a battered old Peugeot, having been expecting something of much higher class. He opens the trunk of the car, stacking various odds and ends on the left hand side of the area. Hunter unclips Blaine’s leash, the item joining the stack of stuff in the trunk. He turns back to face Blaine.

Blaine stays looking back at Hunter – eyes slightly adverted of course – unsure of what Hunter is wanting from him, for an awkward amount of time.

“In,” he orders, finally realizing Blaine genuinely doesn’t understand.

“What? In there? I can’t fit in th-“ he is cut off by a slap across his cheek.

“You will be getting in there, and you will learn some respect, whore,” he responds aggressively, scaring Blaine. “Now get in the fucking trunk!” Blaine has never moved as fast in his life. “You will be staying in there the rest of the day for your indolence. The quicker you do something, the less consequences you suffer.” Without further comment, the trunk lid is brought down and slammed shut, the parcel shelf being brought down with it.

Although Blaine does manage to fit, his ass forced into the back corner with his knees upwards and his head between them, it is the most uncomfortable position he has had the fortune to be in; yet. A little bit of shifting around enables him to be slightly more comfortable, moving some sort of blanket to allow his legs a little more room.

He doesn’t understand why he is in the trunk. Fair enough not letting him ride shot gun, but to be shoved in the trunk like some kind of animal is humiliating. Although, he is sure an animal would be allowed more space, not being cramped between the parcel shelf and a stack of various clutter. Blaine feels as though he is undergoing the same treatment as the clutter, a random object to be used and disposed of as the owner sees suitable. As the engine starts up, and the vehicle starts moving, all thoughts vanish in favor of trying to stay upright. He had never really considered how rough a journey could be without being able to predict the direction of motion or sitting in the comfort of a seat. 

Blaine’s right leg has completely gone numb, his backside not far from suffering the same fate. The engine of the car had stopped several hours ago. He heard Hunter exit the vehicle, but soon realized he was not going to get the same privilege. Initially he tried to find some sort of latch that would let himself out, but after the movement painfully trapped a nerve in his leg he abandoned the task.

He hears movement on the gravel outside the car, before the trunk is finally opened. The sight that greats him is unexpected.

First, the sun has made it’s way down from it’s highest point in the sky and is now slowly disappearing behind the horizon. Second, it was not Hunter who opened the door, instead a fair haired girl stands before him, her collar and wrist cuffs standing out on her naked body.

“Hi,” Blaine greets, putting his hand out in the hope the fellow sub will help him out of the tight space. Instead she ignores it, glaring daggers at Blaine. He starts trying to scramble out of the car, albeit somewhat clumsily.

“What the fuck are you here for?” She asks accusingly. Blaine freezes in his motion, shocked by the girls words, contradicting her innocent looks. He did not expect the small framed girl to swear.

“I... I...” he stutters, all his known vocabulary temporarily forgotten. “It’s a punishment from Hunter.”

“He is Sir to you.”

“He told us all he is Master?” He responds, finally freeing himself from the tangle of blankets wrapped around his legs, exiting the trunk. The girl seems to consider him for a moment, head cocked to the side.

“Are you still in training?”

“The sub house?” Blaine asks in clarification. “Yes. I’ve only been there for less than a month.” This seems to satisfy the girl, who spins on her heals and heads towards a door around the back of the house. Blaine follows.

They arrive in what appears to be a laundry room, one wall covered in coats and the other with a washing machine and various cupboards. Blaine trips over a pair of shoes discarded on the floor, tumbling into Sophia. Lucky she stops Blaine from falling, but the glare he receives makes him wish he had hit the floor. He adverts his gaze to the floor, carefully watching for more trip hazards. They walk through a restaurant sized kitchen before entering the foyer, looking like how he had imaging the sub house entrance.

They come to a stop in front of Hunter, him apparently having been waiting for the two to appear. “Sophia, show this slut around,” Hunter instructs the girl. “He will be your responsibility, he is to learn from you. Although I always expect it, best behavior this week.” Without a dismissal, Hunter strides out through a door opposite the one the pair arrived through.

Blaine looks at the girl, who moves her head to indicate the direction they are to go, and follows behind in silence.

“So,” she starts accusingly, making Blaine jump as they reach the second set of stairs. "What is this punishment for? I haven’t seen Master bring someone home before,” her eyes narrowing

“I... I don’t really know...” Blaine does know, he is just incredibly embarrassed by it all. “I didn’t do as I was told?”

“A mistake everyone makes before they learn to listen to their Master. You are lying. I think you are here so you can start learning how Master likes everything done, ready to replace me.” Blaine can almost feel physical hatred from her words. “I will not have you showing me up. I am not being returned to the sub house.”

“Why? Is Hunter nice to you?” Blaine honestly doesn’t understand why anyone would want to stay with the man, who never seems to take a break from being evil.

“No. But at least I know where I stand with him, and what he wants. It’s better than the unknown.” Blaine doesn’t respond, considering her words. He doesn’t like it at the sub house, but expects being owned would be worse. If he could choose between staying and risking the unknown, he would choose to stay there. And, although Blaine wont admit it to Sophia, she raises a good point on why he is really there. Of course, Hunter had explained why, but there could easily be an ulterior motive. He hasn’t pretended he isn’t interested in having Blaine.

“This is guest room one,” Sophia announces opening the door, bringing Blaine back to the present. “It doesn’t need dealing with often as I always keep it stocked and clean. But when Master has visitors I always make sure I give it a quick once over so it is in top condition. Dust settles quickly. Each guest room has it’s own en-suit.”

They make their way back down the corridor, Sophia explaining in turn how the top floor has two large guest bedrooms, a small meeting room, and Hunter’s office.

“You do not go in Master’s office. No matter the circumstances.” Blaine nods in understanding.

Making their way back down, the next floor has another guest room, this one slightly smaller, a meeting room, and Hunters room.

“Master often has guests from the OSO. His house almost acts like HQ sometimes.” Sophia opens the door to Hunter’s room, and Blaine follows Sophia through the large room to a second door. “This is my room.” She opens the door to what Blaine thinks may have once been a walk in closet. It now only contains a rotten mattress on the floor. There is also a second door which Sophia explains leads to a small washroom, not shared with Hunter.

“I have the bed. I will let you sleep on the floor.” She leaves no room for argument, leaving before Blaine could comment. He chases after Sophia, catching up with her on the landing.

“The storage room is next to Hunter’s,” she points to another door, this one looking less grand than the others, he has seen so far.

Making their way back to the ground floor, Blaine can’t help but worry about getting disorientated. Sure, everything is in nice straight lines, but that in itself almost makes it harder since everywhere looks almost the same.

“Downstairs is the kitchen, as well as a dinning room, the living room, and a small toilet. As well as the foyer and laundry room.” She points through the door Hunter disappeared through. It isn’t quite as large and impressive as Blaine had come to expect of Hunter, but the place still screams money. Blaine follows behind Sophia like a lost lamb, arriving at the kitchen.

She pulls a dish out from the oven, which had been prepared prior to her fetching him, and starts placing it up on a single plate. Blaine stands awkwardly, wanting to help but not knowing how. Before Blaine can figure out his role, Sophia has finished her preparation and is taking the dish, along with a miniature loaf of bread and a tall drinks glass, all upon a tray, out the room and assumingly towards Hunter.

They walk through the foyer, arriving at the adjacent living room, where Hunter is reclined on a large red couch, facing the currently switched off TV. Sophia sets the tray down on the coffee table before falling to her knees on top of a small cushion next to Hunter’s feet. Blaine is about to copy her, unsure exactly how he should be acting, when Hunter looks directly at him. He freezes, not really knowing how to behave.

“Eyes down,” he commands. Blaine, not having realized he was breaking one of the first rules he was told, drops his head quickly. He hears Hunter chuckle at his action, and relief floods him; he isn’t in serious trouble. Although that in itself is concerning – Hunter hasn’t let his off with anything up until now. Within a few seconds a second pillow, identical to Sophia’s, appears at the edge of his vision. Taking the initiative, he plops down onto it, no where near as gracefully as Sophia.

“Good boy,” Hunter praises. Blaine lets out a gentle sigh at the praise. Hunter continues eating in silence, occasionally offering Sophia a bite of food from his finger tips, which she gently suckles off before Hunter returns once again to his plate. Of course, Blaine doesn’t get given anything, but doesn’t dare complain. As if on cue, Blaine’s stomach rumbles loud enough for Hunter to hear. Thankfully the man pays him no notice, continuing to scroll through his phone; a page which Blaine recognizes as Facebook. He thinks back to when he last ate, and realizes it must have only been mid afternoon yesterday, a mere twenty-four hours ago. He is starting to really notice the lack of substance, his stomach being a lot less pudgy than it used to be; not that it particularly was before. Once his stomach starts becoming impossible to ignore, making its opinion on the food known, Hunter speaks up.

“You are not getting anything slut. You haven’t earned the privilege yet.” Blaine drops his head further than he thought possible, his shoulders almost following his head down. Withholding food really isn’t fair. It’s a basic human right! “Too bad you are not a human then, whore!” Blaine looks up at Hunter in shock. He didn’t realize he had said that out loud! Hunter grabs Blaine hooking his finger through one of the D-rings of the sub’s collar, dragging Blaine roughly up the first flight of stairs and in the direction of Hunter’s room. Hunter tugs Blaine forwards as they arrive at the edge of Hunter’s bed, causing Blaine to lose his balance and fall hard to his knees. Hunter grabs both his wrists, pulling them behind his back and causing Blaine to lose balance, falling flat on his face. His cuffs are hooked together behind his back, immobilizing him. A chain appears from somewhere, one end disappearing behind the headboard of the bed, the other being attached to his collar, before Hunter pulls a ball gag from the bed side table, forcing it into Blaine’s mouth and giving him no option but to surrender to the item.

“Sluts who can’t keep their mouths shut don’t deserve the option,” Hunter almost shouts, kicking Blaine in the side before leaving the room, slamming the door for good measure.