Severin heard the quickening beat of Sonny's heart, and the scent of his slave's fear curled in his nose. Delicious. Fear was an emotion that spiced the blood, made it tastier. Evidently Sonny had been ill-used sexually as well. Yet another thing to train out of him.
"I live in a large house. You won't be alone--I have other slaves, so find companionship there as you can. You'll have your own room. If you wish to have sex with the others, you may, though my needs come first. Edward will assign duties to you and I expect them to be done in a timely manner."
He could see his home, a large, stately Victorian, rising in the distance, on the outside of town. "You'll have time to call your own. If you wish to take classes, to pursue a hobby, I will fund that. An idle mind is a bored mind and a bored mind seeks mischief. Mischief gets you killed."