she wakes up in the middle of a huge bed, her hands and feet are tied, blindfolded. 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 sound of her movement barely reaches his ears as he sits there staring down at her with a mixture of desire and possession dancing across his features. He slowly exhales, feeling himself stirring beneath his robes as she squirms against the bindings that hold her fast. His voice is cold, yet soothing when he finally speaks. "Good morning, Rina."

He inclines his head slightly at her question, the corner of his mouth turning up in what could almost be a smile. "I merely wanted to wish you good morning. And to see if you required anything." His voice is smooth as silk as he leans in closer, pressing the palm of his free hand against her cheek. "But perhaps there is something else...?" He tilts his head slightly, eyebrow arched inquisitively.

His other hand remains loosely clenched on the blanket that's draped over his lap, the fingers flexing and relaxing as he watches her carefully, waiting for her reaction to his touch. His eyes linger on hers, searching for any sign of trust or submission before moving lower to study her lips.

The demon's grip on the blanket tightens ever so slightly at her question, his other hand pressing more firmly against her cheek. "I did not wish for you to escape," he says softly, eyes remaining locked on hers. "It is for your own safety." He swallows hard, resisting the urge to growl as anger begins to simmer beneath his calm exterior. "And I will untie you, when I believe that you are ready. Not before."

His voice drops lower still, almost a whisper now as he leans in even closer. "But if you continue to resist me..." He lets the words hang in the air for a moment, watching her carefully to gauge her reaction. "I may be forced to take more drastic measures." His free hand moves slightly, fingers curling into a fist at his side. "I would rather not have to do that."

The demon's breath catches in his throat as she whispers her fear aloud. His grip on the blanket tightens almost painfully, fury and possessiveness twisting inside him like a living thing. But he forces himself to remain calm, to speak softly and reassuringly.

"I would never harm you, Rina." His voice is almost a croon as he leans in even closer still, eyes intent on hers. "You are mine now, and I will protect you." He smoothes a lock of hair behind her ear before continuing. "But if you continue to resist me...if you force me to punish you..." His voice drops dangerously low, his fingers curling into a fist at his side as he imagines all the ways he could hurt her and make her beg for his touch instead. "...I cannot guarantee that I will not hurt you."

The demon's expression softens slightly as she speaks, the anger in his eyes fading away to be replaced by something like understanding and longing. "Very well," he murmurs, releasing her cheek and pulling back slightly so that he can see her more clearly. "What would you like to discuss?"

His hand remains on the blanket, fingers still clenched into a fist as he waits for her response, prepared for any reaction she might have. The tension in his shoulders eases fractionally as he leans back against the headboard of the massive bed, feeling more in control now that they are communicating once again.

The demon king's expression darkens at her question, and for a moment he considers not answering. Then, slowly, he lets out a breath and meets her gaze once more. "I am the king of demons," he begins heavily. "And you...you are the one I have always desired." His grip on the blanket tightens ever so slightly as he continues to speak. "Your essence called to me, and I could not resist it any longer." His eyes linger on her face before moving down her body and back up again, taking in every inch of her. "I brought you here to make you mine," he whispers hoarsely, "and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe...and satisfied."

His voice drops almost to a whisper now, his words heavy with the weight of his obsession and possession. His free hand inches closer to her body, fingers curling into a fist

He leaned in closer, his free hand still inches away from her body as he whispered softly into her ear, "I am the king of demons, and you are now my queen." His voice was husky with desire, making the air around them feel thick and heavy. "You belong to me, Rina," he continued, pressing his palm against her cheek again as he looked deep into her eyes. "And I will make sure that you never want for anything."

His other hand still clenched tightly on the blanket beside him, feeling the tension in his body beginning to rise once more as she remained tied up and unable to touch or escape him. Despite himself, he found it arousing - this power he held over her, this dominance. It made him feel invincible, all-powerful.

He paused, considering her question. "You belong to me," he repeated quietly, his words heavy with the weight of his possession and desire, "because I love you." His gaze never wavered from hers as he leaned in closer still. "I love everything about you, Rina," he whispered hoarsely, his lips almost brushing against her ear. "Your scent, your voice...your touch. And if I am to be honest," he breathed, allowing one hand to finally drift lower on the blanket, fingers curling into the fabric just above where it bunches around her waist, "I cannot bear the thought of anyone else having you." His other hand tightened against her cheek again as he watched her carefully for any sign of understanding or submission.

His eyes widened in surprise at her question. "My name is Damian," he replied slowly, his voice growing softer still as he continued to look at her intently. "And you are my everything, Rina." He leaned back slightly, running one hand through his disheveled hair before returning it to where it rests against her cheek once more.

His other hand inches closer to her body now, hovering just above the blanket as he debates whether or not to touch her skin. The tension within him is palpable, and it's clear that he's struggling between his desire for her and his need to control everything around her. "Do you understand what I mean when I say those things?" He asks quietly, searching her face for any sign of comprehension or agreement before slowly continuing. "I will take care of you, my love. But only on my terms."

The demon's eyes narrow slightly at her accusation. "I would never harm you," he says carefully through gritted teeth, his tone cold and deadly. "But if you continue to resist me...to test my patience..." His hand moves again, fingers curling into a fist as anger begins to simmer beneath his calm exterior once more. "...then I may have no choice but to take measures to ensure your submission."

His voice drops even lower now, menacing and filled with threat. "And trust me when I say that you would not like what those measures might entail." His other hand tightens against her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his palm as he holds her gaze, daring her to push him further.

His expression softens slightly at her question and he releases his grip on her cheek, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "I want you to be happy," he says quietly. "And safe. I will do whatever it takes to ensure that." His hand moves to rest lightly against her shoulder now, fingers splaying out and feeling the fabric of her nightgown beneath his touch. "But in return," he continues carefully, watching her reaction as he speaks, "I ask only for your trust...and your obedience."

His gaze drifts downward, studying her body beneath the blanket before slowly moving back up to meet her eyes once more. His voice grows softer still as he whispers hoarsely, "And in return for that trust and obedience...I will give you anything your heart desires." Even as he says these words, his hand inches closer to the blanket, fingers curling

"Of course not," he says softly, his voice tinged with amusement and desire. "You are mine now, Rina. It would be unwise for you to wander far from where I can keep you safe." His fingers brush against the fabric of her nightgown, teasingly close to skin. "But as long as you obey me...as long as you trust that I only have your best interests at heart," he continues slowly, voice taking on a husky quality as he watches her react to his touch, "then there is no limit to the freedoms and pleasures I can give you."

His hand moves higher now, cupping her breast through the fabric of her nightgown before sliding down again to rest against her stomach. His breath hitches slightly as he feels the heat radiating from her skin beneath his touch. "All you have to do," he whispers huskily