𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄

"What's your name?"

The half-blood blinked-she'd never heard that one before.

"Get down on your knees" and "Hurry up" and even "DIE YOU FILTHY SCUM" were the usual ones for her. But "What's your name"?

What a commodity.

"Why aren't you speaking?"

Again, she blinked. Had he never owned a slave before?

How unusual-why bother getting one in the first place if you are ignorant at how to treat it?

Furthermore, she had yet to see any of the items that were characteristic with being a slave owner: whips, clubs, hot iron, etc... The only thing he could really punish her with could be the stoker for the fireplace, but even that seemed like a minimal threat to her.

Seeing his mounting confusion and fascinated by his lack of domination, the half-blood eventually pointed to her collar, in hopes of reminding him of what the handler had said.

Realization overcame his young face in the form of a blush, and he questioned with a stutter, "You need permission...? Oh! I-I apologize, I've never done this before... Um... you may respond. Please answer my question..."

She stared at him with a fascinated expression for a bit longer, and then nodded, tilted her head, inhaling and exhaling the air with freed relish for a little bit, and then, with a voice that was like vanilla in its sweetness, spoke:

"I don't have one."

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Hated and despised for being a halfblooded vampire, she eventually is bought and saved by a rare pureblood.

It is there she gains a name:

Ilene.