Pets had to be trained... broken. If you let them run all over you, you would never gain their respect, and then there really was no point in having them. Of course, having slaves wasn't the same as having a dog. Dogs would love you, and dedicate themselves to you, so long as you fed them, loved them. Gave them what they needed to have a healthy live, and displayed just who was the pack leader. The girls could do just the same with their new boys, and the results would be very different. Humans tended to think that being born the race they were, left them entitled to something greater. As if they were better than any other creature walking this earth. The two Irish sons would have to learn that in their case, it wasn't so. Compared to the supernaturals who owned them, they were no better than a set of stray cats. Intimidation didn't always work with them, and at times, cruelty was needed. What they considered cruel, was something they saw to be fun. It was all a game, after all. Shooting fish in a barrel, so to say. They were an easy meal, with out giving in willingly. Which is exactly what Vivian had been looking for, when she first set foot in the market so many months ago. Things had gradually began to settle into a rhythm. The boys no longer thought endlessly of escape, which was why she allowed them to leave the basement. The main floor was as high as they could go however. As far as she was concerned, they had no business in the other sections of the house. Besides, it wasn't as if this restriction of space was leaving them at a disadvantage. They had access to more space, and luxury, that they would have ever managed to gain on their own. Really, they ought to have been thanking their lucky stars.
Shannon had been given the task of tending to all the vehicles the two owned. If it wasn't the handful of cars he had to tend to, it was the bikes... bikes, he had never expected to see those. Nor had he thought it possible that the brunette would come riding in on one, one evening. The woman was a pro, and had far better skill than anyone he'd witnessed before. Clearly, this was a hobby she had been playing at for a while now. Cars were his trade, but he had never had the privilege to get his hands of these sorts of cars. All classics, aside from the ones that the women seemed to drive daily. Flashy sports cars, which price tags would give him a heart attack. The condition of all of them was completely remarkable. He had been beyond stunned the first time Jaida had lead him down to the impressive garage. It beat the hell out of having to work back at that cramped shop in Dublin. One by one, he had been laying his focus. Working over each vehicle, cleaning the parts with care, making any fine tunes that they might need.... he might even go so far as to say he'd been enjoying it. If it hadn't been for the two birds snacking on him, and Callum from time to time. It was a horrific sight to witness, but actually having it done was another story. It was like a high that swept over you. Something perfect, erotic, and frightening all at once. Though he couldn't see himself living here for the remainder of his days, so long as the two never took more than they needed, he felt it was a life he could bare. Besides, so long as Callum was here, he wasn't leaving.