Alistair Coldsworth

Doctor Alistair Coldsworth didn't consider himself an unkind and cruel man, despite what many had said of him. Yes he did keep slaves and he admired their body, using them for things such as serving guests, standing in for a table or a lamp at parties or some rather more sinister acts, however, he treat them well so long as they behaved. The only time he really did anything severe and mistreat them was when they were disobeying and annoying him, that was hardly a bad thing. How could that possibly make him cruel? He was obeying the law, he'd legally purchased something and wished for it to work as he intended, if it didn't then... well, you had to fix the faulty object. In the case of living women fixing them meant indulging them in a little discipline and that is what he
did, he knew he was doing it for their sake as well as his and honestly believed they should thank him for keeping them in line. Some owners after all used their slaves for nothing more than punch bags and common whores.

This girl though...
this girl had definitely upset him. He'd spent quite a hefty sum of money on her at the auction house seeing as he preferred them young, unmolested and untrained, ready to be molded in to his image of a good slave. That hadn't happened at all, she'd fled, she'd fled and caused him several days of fury which, of course, he took out on some other slaves who needed discipline. She was a year older than he wanted her now and that annoyed him, he had no intention of being kind with this one, not at least until he was... satisfied she'd paid her dues and started to behave. He had several things in mind for her and had been considering them all since the phone call telling him she'd been found.

He had neat and tidy combed back short black hair and wore a pair of glasses that looked rather expensive. His face looked a little rugged and he had a couple of scars on his left cheek from some kind of accident. He as a large man, larger than most and stood and six foot three. It was also obvious that he worked out from his frame and liked to be muscular, it helped in moving his property around. He wore a smart black suit that one may wear to a board meeting, he'd not been back too
long.

He greeted the police officer when he arrived and then handed him a stack of notes to thank him for his service and care for the greater good of the nation. He then opened the back door himself and withdrew a long syringe that had a white milky substance inside. The police officer helped drag the girl out and would hold her still long enough for the doctor to administer the liquid to the girl. After that it was just a matter of minutes until she'd pass out.