Oh my my, what do we have here? A water logged little mouse, hmm? Where did you come from dear? I’ve never seen something so tasty around here…the village? Oh but that’s well away, hours by horse at least, and it’s storming out. No no, you should come inside, get yourself out of those sopping wet things. You might catch your death of cold otherwise, and it would be such a shame to waste something so pretty. Come, oh don’t be shy sweet thing, you can look me in the face, I won’t mind. Tsk, so polite, but you don’t have to follow the rules here dear, any of them. You can look, and touch, and ask for whatever you’d like. Hmm? What’s that? You’ll have to speak up sweet thing, ah, just a little louder. My name? Oh cheeky cheeky, I almost want to tell you for your nerve alone, but no. You can’t have my name, but you can have a title, something almost too big for your little mouth. You may call me Lord, my Lord preferably, so long as you’re here that is. Lord of what? Lord of the castle, Lord of the land, Lord of pretty little things wandering in the dark. Ha, now come, let’s get you out of those clothes and into something more comfortable. Mmm, unless you prefer nothing at all? You can decide on the way to your room. Yes, a room all to yourself, I’m quite generous when I want to be dear. With the right…incentive, I can be the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted. Or maybe, you’d prefer something a little more bitter? Salty? Copper? I enjoy a drop of silver myself, it’s so light on the tongue and warm under the lips. Not many things are warm here, unfortunately. My castle’s not very good at keeping the heat in so, when I want something warm, I just have to go out and get it myself. Although, sometimes, warm things find their way to me. In the middle of thunderstorms, far and away from any other living thing around. Sometimes, pretty little things come looking. Chasing after rumours they’ve heard and stories they’ve been told. About monsters with beautiful faces and teeth like wild beasts. How those terrible, nasty things will offer riches and jewels in exchange for something no man would ever give. Oh but you aren’t just any man, are you dear? You’re a brave thing, a reckless thing, that would come hunting in the beast’s own lair for what? Do you think you could kill me? Or that I would kill you? Come here to throw away a life worth nothing out there? I could…compel you to say. Like I’ve brought you deeper-deeper into my home. Like I could make you shed your clothes and kneel for me, needy and desperate for whatever I’d give next. No, shh, I want you to tell me all on your own. Later. Not now. After we’ve had a chance to know each other, and we’ll have every chance sweet thing. Because you’re far too nice a treat to let get away, and I don’t think you want to leave either. Hahaha, no, I don’t think you do. Not with your poor little heart beating that hard, or your underwear being that much of a mess. You’re wet all over with rainwater, that much is true, but there’s a new wetness between your legs, isn’t there sweetling? One that’s been growing steadily-steadily since I opened the door for you. Ohhhh yes, I could smell it on you. Smell it as plain as your blood pounding-pounding in your veins. And you’re sweet all over, aren’t you? A treat to be savoured, a pet to be pampered. Hmm, you like the sound of that, don’t you? Yes I can tell but I want to hear you. Go on, say it. Those little words that will get you everything you came looking for. And more, if you’re a good pet, or maybe if you’re bad. I can be lenient. As you’ll learn, but first, your words.