To Celebrate my Valiant Return.

The lights were dim in the office. The room's size only made it seem darker. Collar heavy around her neck, Rhia found it difficult to use her night vision. She could not see clearly the face of the man who had called her in. The lamp behind his head was of no help, of course. The manacles chained together around her wrists forced her posture into a stoop, and the collar forced her head down. The dress that clung to her was of a thin and worn material. No surprise that there were holes in the skirt, or that the hems were freyed. It certainly did nothing to hide the scars, new and old, that laced her pale, ashen skin. Her feet were bare as well, calloused from the long march. The plush carpet in the office felt like moss between her toes, and she was grateful for it. The room smelled of incense, though she could just barely pick up the scent of tobacco underneathe the incense. Not uncommon in those times. It smelled good; pleasant.
The door closed behind her. She'd been left alone with the man at the desk; her new master. The fourth since that warlock had cursed her with the collar. The last three had all been a nightmare; she had little hope of this new master being any different.
"Rhiannon, is it?"
His voice was deep, but not so much that it shook her stomach. It seemed to float on the air, caressing her sunburned skin. Her heart gave a flutter and she almost gained the strength to look up at the man's face. Almost; the travel of her gaze ended at the great oak desk he sat behind. His hands were clasped together on top of some papers just in front of him. There was an ash tray at the side of the desk, as well as the incense boat, both filled with ashes. She noticed, too, a small portrait hole, probably containing the portrait of a family member. Mother she supposed, knowing what she did of this faction of the syndicate. A second after she took this all in, she dropped her gaze back to the floor. He took it as a nod, which she'd hopped for.
"Well, I suspect you'll behave yourself for now. Come and sit. Good. I look forward to watching your progress with this family, Miss Typhoon. That's right, I know who you really are. Don't worry about it; it's the reason I bought you in the first place. I'll see what I can do about that collar of yours, hm?"
Alright, so perhaps she was wrong to think this man would be no different from the others. Seems she'd just been bought by her biggest fan.