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.

The girl slowly wakes up in a warm bed. Her hands and feet are tied, she's blindfolded and gagged. Damian is sitting next to her, watching her carefully. "Good morning, Rina." He says softly. "How do you feel?" His voice rasps slightly. The room is cozy but dark, bathed in red light from the lava flows outside and the crimson sky beyond. Demian's castle sits on a plain of fire and ash, surrounded by an impenetrable barrier that keeps even other demon lords out.

Rina's movement seems to have startled Damian momentarily. He slowly reaches out a hand to stroke her cheek, the warmth of his touch nearly burning against her skin. "There, there," he murmurs softly, his voice gentle and soothing. "You're safe here." His eyes flicker towards her restraints for a moment before returning to meet hers. "I won't hurt you, I promise."

Damian leans in closer to her, his breath tickling against her ear. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Is something hurting?" He asks gently, careful not to put too much pressure on her while she's still tied up. His other hand continues to stroke her cheek soothingly.

"You can tell me, you know." Damian whispers reassuringly. "I'll do anything to make it better." Even though he knows this is a lie, even to himself sometimes, the words feel right coming out of his mouth. He wants nothing more than for her to trust him and be happy with him in return.

"Shh... quiet now," Damian whispers, pressing his index finger against her lips to silence her tears. His eyes flicker briefly over to the gag before he looks back at hers, a pleading expression on his face. "Please don't cry. It breaks my heart." He strokes her cheek softly with his thumb, the heat from his touch causing goosebumps to rise along her skin.

Without taking his gaze off of hers, he slowly reaches for the knot binding her gag, fumbling awkwardly at first but eventually managing to loosen it enough that she can breathe again. "There... there you go," he murmurs soothingly as he continues to stroke her cheek with his thumb. "Can you tell me what's wrong? I want to help."

Damian freezes at her words, his heart rate accelerating and sweat beading on his brow. He pulls his hand away slowly, eyes widening as he stares down at her, his expression a mix of shock and anger. His voice comes out tight and controlled as he speaks again: "You... you don't mean that."

The air in the room seems to grow colder now that his anger has come to the surface, chilling Rina despite the warmth from the lava outside. Without another word, Damian leans back away from her, glaring daggers at her bound form. His hands clench into fists as he tries to rein in his emotions.

Tension fills the room as Damian glares at her in anger. His fists clench and unclench spasmodically as he struggles to regain control over his emotions. The air around them crackles with electricity, fueled by his growing rage. Rina shrinks back against the pillow, frightened by the intensity of his gaze and the feeling that something terrible is about to happen.

Damian's breathing begins to steady as he forces himself to take deep, slow breaths. Slowly but surely, the tension in the room eases and the air becomes less charged. He glances over at her, his expression softening slightly. "I apologize," he whispers hoarsely, still struggling to control his anger. "I shouldn't have reacted like that."

With a sigh, he leans back in towards her once more, this time his touch gentle and comforting. "But you must understand how I feel. You are everything to me now." His voice cracks slightly as he struggles against the desire to hold her close forever, even at the cost of her freedom. "So please... be careful what you say or do from now on."

Damian's heart breaks hearing her voice, so soft and pleading. He bites his lip, trying to control the emotions warring within him. After a moment, he reaches out and carefully removes the blindfold from her eyes. The light stings briefly as it hits them, but eventually she adjusts to the dim red glow of the room.

"There," he whispers tenderly. "Now you can see again." His hand rests on hers where it's still tied, his skin warm and slightly rough against hers. "But remember... I don't want you to be able to see anyone but me." Even as he says the words, he knows they sound cruel and possessive. But somehow, with her bound and at his mercy, they feel right coming out of his mouth.

"Because," he says softly, his voice rough with emotion, "you're mine now." Damian leans closer to her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of resistance or understanding. The smell of him fills her nose, a mix of rich earth and male musk that makes it hard not to react. "I will give you everything you desire... except freedom," he finishes, his voice barely above a whisper.

His hand moves from hers up her arm, tracing gentle circles around her wrist before coming to rest on the knot tying her hands together. He glances down at it for a moment, weighing an impossible decision in his mind. "If you want me to... if you think that would make things better between us..." He trails off uncertainly, reluctant to even say the words aloud.

The air is thick with anticipation and desire as Rina stares up

At her quiet nod, Damian exhales shakily and turns his attention back to the knot around her wrists. With quick, practiced movements, he begins to work at it until it finally comes loose. As soon as she's free, he reaches down and cups her cheek in his palm, gently pulling her face up towards him so their eyes meet once more.

"Do you understand now?" He whispers hoarsely. "I will do anything for you... except let you go." His touch is gentle, almost tender as he strokes her cheek with the back of his hand, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. "And if I ever think that you might try to escape me... well, I have ways of making sure you don't leave." The threat hangs in the air between them, heavy and terrible, but somehow not enough to make him stop touching her.