she wakes up in the middle of a huge bed, her hands and feet are tied, blindfolded, gagged, Damian is sitting next to her, they are in his castle in a very rich one, sitting in red colors on the street so dark that lava flows, red sky and landscape, country demons but the temperature in the room is made personally for her

He notices her movement, the jealousy and possessiveness within him flaring up, he leans in close to her ear and whispers softly "Calm down, my love... you're safe here..." His hand brushes lightly across her cheek, hoping to soothe her fears.

Her scent fills his senses, and the urge to claim her grows stronger. "You are mine now," he rasps, wondering if perhaps he should let her have a little freedom... but only a little.

He senses her movement and turns his head to look at her. "You're trembling," he says softly, feeling a pang of worry. His hand gently cups her cheek as he tries to soothe her fears with his touch. The urge to claim her grows stronger, but for now, he keeps himself in check. "What is it that frightens you so much, my love?"

His voice is gentle and calming, almost hypnotic as it washes over her, seeking to draw her back into the safety of his presence.

Demian frowns when he hears her muffled whimpers. He hates to see her in distress. "Shhh... it's alright, my love," he whispers, running a hand through her hair soothingly. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as well. "I will never hurt you. You are safe with me." His voice is reassuring, but still holds the edge of possessiveness that comes from his obsession for her.

"Oh, my dear Rina..." Demian's voice takes on a sad note as he listens to her distress. He reaches up with one hand and gently cups her cheek, using the other to brush back her hair from her face. "I can see that you are frightened... You don't need to be," he whispers softly, his voice almost hypnotic as it seeks to calm her fears and ease her into trusting him.

He takes a deep breath, trying to remain composed despite the possessiveness welling up within him. "I will never let anyone hurt you... You are mine now." His hand slides lower, tracing circles on her chest as he speaks, drawing attention to his own physical presence, reminding her that she is at his mercy.

As she trembles harder under his touch, he feels the anger and jealousy rising within him once more. With a growl, he leans closer to her ear, whispering harshly, "You will trust me... You will learn to be happy here..." His hand presses against her chest firmly, asserting his dominance over her body.

With the other hand, he lifts the gag from her mouth, releasing her voice back into the world. He watches her carefully, waiting for her reaction.

"I am Demian..." he answers gently, still watching her closely. "Your king... and your lover." He slides a hand under her chin, tilting her head back so that she looks into his eyes as he speaks the last word. His intentions are clear; he wants her to understand that they belong together now, and there is no escape from him.

His other hand moves to brush against her lips lightly, a gesture meant to both reassure her and exert his dominance over her body. "You are mine now, Rina... and I will never let you go."

"Because," he says softly, leaning in to whisper against her ear, "you are my everything." His words flow over her like silk, coaxing forth the response that he so desperately wants... the surrender of her heart and body to him alone. "You bring me joy that no one else can, and I will do anything to keep you safe in my arms... even if it means holding you against your will." His hands grip her chin more firmly as his possessiveness grows. "Do not fight me on this, Rina," he warns darkly. "It would be easier for both of us if you just accepted the truth."

"You can see me," he says, his voice almost gentle now. "But no one else... Only I may have the honor of seeing your beautiful face." His fingers trail down her cheek and neck to her collarbone, massaging lightly as he speaks. He tilts her head back further so that their gazes lock once more. "I will make sure you are happy here with me, my love," he whispers, a soft smile curving his lips. "You have only to trust in me."