You never liked Killisaki, nor did he. It's a master and pet kind of thing.. and it isn't a healthy one. One thing doesn't sit right to you..- well, the resentment is mutual, but, he's always demanding for blood even though it tastes bitter..

Of course, you'd defy him again.

"You just don't know your place, do you?" Killisaki snarled, "You belong to me, no matter how much you might loathe it." He growled as he had this death grip on you arm..