The day was a long one, for Myra did not sleep. It gladdened her to know that Dracula did not notice. She knew he would have questioned her and she did not want to be questioned. Despite the events of the previous night she still did not trust him and she was most certainly not going to answer any of his questions. Besides the reason was obvious. She fears small spaces, so why should she sleep? Because of this somewhere around noontime she found herself uncomfortable, but when she attempted to move he just tightened his grip on her. Was he awake? Or was it a subconscious motion? She did not know but she wished she did. The same thing happened the next few times she tried to reposition herself, and eventually she just gave up all together on trying. So she just lied there, dull and still… and bored.

But night eventually came, and to her surprise, to her delight. She could feel the sun setting and night taking over. Another hint was Dracula began to stir next to her. Among her fear she felt something else that she could not place. It upset her that it was a pleasant feeling. But the second he began to speak in that harsh tone the feeling left and fear overcame her again.

"You were fidgety today," he said, expecting an explanation.

"I know that I was uncomfortable you were holding me too tight… and you still are, let go you're hurting me," she replied, and it was the truth he had been hurting her all day. It surprised him that instead of tightening his grip just for amusement he loosened it so she would be more comfortable. "Thanks," she said with disbelief in her voice.

"Don't expect much of that," he growled before he could stop himself. A lot harder than he had intended to he kicked the lid off of the coffin and got out in one swift motion. Myra was afraid to get out after him but forced herself to do so. She stood next to the coffin blankly unsure of what to do. So out of habit she stared at the floor as she always did in such situations. Dracula rolled his eyes. "What is it with you and staring at the floor all the time?" he asked with annoyance. Myra growled and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry what would you like me to look at?" she asked with sarcasm.

"I'm warning you Myra you will stop this now or you will regret it," Dracula growled, clenching his fists in anger. Myra moved away from him in fear and again stared at the floor. Dracula sighed and unclenched his fists, forcing himself to calm down.

"Come on I have more things that I must show you," he said finally, walking towards the door. "I need to show you the parts of the castle that you can and cannot go," he added as he opened the door. Myra looked suddenly offended.

"Can and cannot go? I can go wherever I please you have no right to tell me where to go! You do not own me you cannot tell me what to do! I am my own person and you have no right to…" she yelled but he cut her off.

"YOU WILL DO AS I SAY AND GO WHERE I SAY AND BE WHO I SAY! YOU ARE MINE NOW AND I CONTROL YOU!" he roared as he pinned her violently up against the wall by her throat. She choked and tried to push him off but with no luck. The determination that was once in her eyes left immediately and was replaced with absolute terror. He glared at her with icy blue eyes and tightened his grip once more before letting her go. She fell to her knees on the floor, coughing and sputtering while holding her throat. With one final glare he turned on his heel and stormed towards the door. "Now come on or I shall have to drag you along by your hair," he threatened. Myra needed no further coaxing she stood up and followed him out like a puppy following its master.

As they walked down the hall Myra kept her gaze to the floor. All faint feelings of warmth that she might have felt toward him and left her completely. There was now only fear and nothing else. Tears were welling up in her eyes but she refused to let them go any further than that. Somehow she had lost the will to hate him now. Quickly she attempted to glance at him but could not do it out of fear. So she just followed him down the hall absentmindedly.

Eventually they came to a staircase. He stopped here and turned to face her.

"Look at me," he said sternly. Almost as if by an unseen force Myra's head was jerkedup and she looked at him as she was told. As she did so he pointed towards the staircase. "You are never to go up there unless instructed otherwise. If I catch you up there or even anywhere near this staircase you will deeply regret it," he said in the same stern tone. "Do you understand?" he asked as if speaking to a child. Myra just nodded silently and then returned her gaze to the floor. "Good, now let's go," he said before starting off again in the opposite direction. They backtracked a little ways before turning off of their former route. He led her down a hallway off to the side and Myra could hear noise. As the noise grew louder it became obvious that it was machinery causing it. Once the noise bordered on the edge of being too loud to hear him speak he stopped. "If I catch you beyond this point you are in deep trouble," he said in the same tone as before. Myra was now beginning to feel like a little child as he spoke to her like that. "The only times you may ever come here is when you are with me, told by me to go down there, or are given extremely good reason to do so. Understand?" Myra nodded again. "Good… anywhere else you wish to go you may," he paused, "any questions?"

Myra would never know what made her say it. It just popped out as if by reflex… as if it were natural. "Yes Master," she mumbled. Dracula looked shocked for a moment but then gave a satisfied smirk.

"You learn quick, now go," he said waving his hand dismissively. She nodded again and scurried off, disgusted with her own behavior.