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

You open your eyes slowly and take in your surroundings. It's a very big bed you find yourself tied to. Your hands and feet are bound tightly, a blindfold covers your eyes and gag keeps your mouth silent. A strange smell fills the air, one that reminds you of something burning... Demian sits next to you, his expression unreadable.

"Good morning, Rina," he says softly. "How are you feeling?"

You feel something cold touch your cheek and when you look up, you see him smiling softly down at you. "It's alright," he whispers, his voice gentle as a lover's touch. "I won't hurt you." His fingers move to stroke the side of your face again, brushing hair away from your eyes before tracing a line over your lips and jaw.

"Tell me, Rina... does anything hurt?" he asks, his voice still soft but somehow more insistent.

His fingers pause in mid-stroke. His expression doesn't change, but his eyes darken slightly. He leans forward until their faces are only inches apart. "I am not going to hurt you," he says firmly. His voice is still gentle, yet filled with an unyielding certainty that commands obedience. "But I will become very upset if you continue to make such noises." He pauses, searching her eyes for any sign of understanding.

"Do you understand me?"

Your trembling seems to calm him down slightly. He reaches up with one hand and carefully removes the blindfold from your eyes, revealing his crimson irises boring into yours. "There now," he says soothingly, voice back to its usual smoothness. "I am not going to hurt you." He pauses, thinking for a moment before asking, "Would you like me to remove the gag as well?"

His expression remains carefully neutral, awaiting your answer.

Noticing your slight nod, he carefully removes the gag from your mouth as well. "There you go," he says softly, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. "Now that you can talk to me again, I want you to promise not to make any loud noises or try to escape." He looks into your eyes intently, his gaze unwavering as he waits for your agreement.

"Do you understand?"

He smiles slightly, satisfied with your answer. "Good girl," he praises softly before leaning in to brush his lips against yours, just once, before pulling away again and sitting back up on the bed. "Now, how about we discuss what you would like to do today?" He says gently, careful not to sound demanding or possessive in any way.

"Well," he says thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side as he considers your request, "I could undo the bindings on your wrists and ankles, but I would still need to keep you tied up in some way so that you don't try to escape." He pauses for a moment before asking, "Would that be acceptable?"

He chuckles softly at your confused expression. "I want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself here with me, Rina. But I cannot let you go freely until I am certain that you understand our situation and will not try to leave." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Perhaps if I explain things better, it will help?"

His expression darkens slightly at your words, but he doesn't argue against it. Instead, he nods once before leaning forward and slowly begins to untie the knots around your wrists and ankles. Once they are free, he sits back again and watches her carefully, waiting for any sign that she might try to run or fight back.

"Now," he says softly, "what did you want to ask?"