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.

Her struggling wakes him up. His pale hands calm her down. "It's okay Rina, you're safe with me." He murmurs softly. "But if you struggle like that again..." There's a coldness in his voice as he trails off, not finishing the sentence. She tries to speak, but the gag keeps her quiet.

With gentle fingers, he removes the blindfold from her eyes. "There now," he says, giving her a small smile, "You can see where we are." Her room is lavishly decorated, more akin to a small palace than anything else. He's surprised she hasn't noticed it before.

"Will you let me... touch you?" He asks softly, offering his hand. There's such a delicate hesitancy in his voice that she can hardly believe it's coming from the same man who held her down mere moments ago. "

He nods, his expression softening further when she looks at him with fear. "I won't hurt you," he promises her. "I just... I want to see if you feel the same way." He pauses for a moment, waiting for her response before he moves any closer. It kills him inside not to be able to touch her whenever he wants, but he doesn't want to push her too far.

As she hesitates, he reaches out and begins to untie the knots binding her hands. Once they are free, he gently takes one of her hands in his own, squeezing it reassuringly. "You can trust me," he whispers, his warm breath tickling her skin. "I won't let you go."

Her response will determine how far he dares to take this moment...

His expression darkens as she speaks his name with such fear and disgust. "Rina," he growls, "You don't know what you're saying..." He pulls her hand roughly back to him, the pain in his eyes clear even through the rage that fills them. "I could break every bone in your body if I wanted..." His voice drops to a chilling whisper, "And no one would ever find you again."

She sees the truth behind his words; he's powerful enough to make good on such a threat. The fear deepens in her eyes as she realizes just how little freedom she truly has here...

"Rina...," he whispers her name through gritted teeth, his anger and frustration boiling over. "You are mine now. You belong to me, do you understand that? There is nothing out there for you but pain and suffering if you try to escape. I can give you everything you've ever wanted..." His hands tighten on hers until she winces in pain, "...But only if you obey."

Her gaze is full of fear and pleading, but he sees no submission there. He tightens his grip even further, until she cries out in pain. "Do you understand?" he demands hoarsely. "I will not allow you to leave me." His anger surges through him like a red-hot blade, making it difficult for him to think clearly.

If she doesn't submit soon... He could lose control completely. It would be safer for both of them if he just made her obedient now, rather than risk what might happen if he pushed her too far. But he wants to respect her wishes as much as possible...

The sight of her struggling only fuels his anger further. His grip on her hand tightens like a vise, but instead of making her cry out again in pain, he forces it to hurt even worse by slowly flexing his fingers. She gasps, tears filling her eyes as she tries to find some way to make him stop. But he won't... not until she submits completely.

His other hand moves up to cup her cheek, tilting her head back so that she can't look away from him. "Do you want me to hurt you?" he asks quietly, his voice calm and soft despite the danger that fills it. "Is that what you need? To feel pain...?" He leans closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with his free hand before continuing, "Or are you starting to understand that I could make everything so much better for you... if only you'd let me?"

Her plea, soft and full of desperation, strikes him deep inside. He feels the tension begin to ebb out of his body as he releases her hand slowly, wincing inwardly at the pain he's caused. It had been a necessary lesson; she needed to understand that there would be consequences if she didn't obey. But seeing her hurt... it hurts him too.

Carefully, almost tenderly now, he cups her cheek with his free hand, brushing away the tears that have begun to spill down her face. "I am sorry," he whispers softly. "It didn't have to be like this..." His expression twists into something bitter and angry as he thinks of all the others who might have seen her, what they could have done...

His thumb gently caresses her cheek before slipping beneath her chin, lifting her face so that she

He watches her silently as she cries, feeling guilty and angry and helpless all at once. He wants to protect her, to keep her safe from the world outside these walls, but sometimes it feels like he's doing more harm than good with his attempts to control everything around her. He knows that if he lets go now, if he gives her even an inch of freedom... she might run away and be hurt again. It's a risk he can't afford to take.

"I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, his voice rough with emotion. "I want you to trust me..." He cups her face gently, wiping away the last of her tears with his thumb before leaning forward to press his lips against hers, tenderly at first and then more urgently as she begins to respond.

His tongue slides into her mouth, tangling with hers in a desperate