“May I know your full name Master?” I ask in a low whisper. “Why?” he asks clearly amused at my question. “So, I have the pleasure of knowing whom I can curse to hell and take pleasure in the fact that one day you’ll be dead,” I answer honestly. “I hope when that day comes, you’ll be the last face I see. Now, pet, Rule #1 – You will speak when spoken to. Otherwise, you keep your mouth shut and that pretty mouth closed. I have no problem finding something to stuff that pretty little mouth of yours with,” he says before leaving the room.