Re: Holding Pens - Hermes and Carrick
Hermes was not afraid. Perhaps he should have been, but he wasn't. He merely let Carrick handle him as he saw fit.
This might well have been the only time in his life he had something of a choice, and he wasn't going to let it slip past him. "As you will, Master," he said, bowing his head a little in acquiescence. "The man running the books today has a particular weakness for female weres of a certain age." Not slaves, clearly. The creature was something of a monster in Hermes' eyes and he hadn't truly ever been a father himself or had a say at all in when his Mistress sold his virginity. "It would be a tragedy for him if the alphas in town found out." Of course, saying as much possibly meant that they would. He had no idea what Carrick's stance on weres was at all, but he knew that it was a particularly damning piece of information that would let Carrick take him home for cheap if not free. It would serve the dual purpose of screwing over those who murdered his Mistress (and sought to silence him,) and fuck over the despicable scumbag who thought he was going to make a fortune and keep his secret safe all while Hermes ended up exactly where he wanted to be.