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he watched her with interest, noticing that she was drawing something quietly in the park. His fingers tightened around his favorite knife, wondering how much blood would spill if he just walked up to her and sliced her throat right now... but then again, there were other ways of showing who owned her.

He smiled darkly at the thought, taking a step closer to her. The muscles in his arms tensed underneath his expensive suit, ready for action. Suddenly, he called out to her. "Hey there," his voice was cold and menacing, even to his own ears.

Kargo's golden eye narrowed as she looked back at him, not afraid but not entirely welcoming either. This was the reaction he was hoping for. He smiled again, this time more genuinely. "I just wanted to talk to you." His hand moved slightly, gripping the knife handle tighter still.

He smiled wider now, taking another step forward. "Yes," he hissed almost quietly. "I want to talk to you." The knife still remained hidden behind him, but she probably wouldn't notice it. "And I don't want anyone else bothering us while we do that," he added with a smirk, eyes darting around the park.

Kargo took another step closer to her, his body language relaxing slightly as he saw that she was submitting to him. "Good," he purred softly. With one swift motion, he reached out and grasped her chin, forcing her gaze up to meet his. His golden eye burned into hers while the other one stayed hidden behind the patch of black cloth. "Now we can talk properly."

The feel of her soft skin against his fingers sent shivers down his spine. He'd never known anyone to respond to him like this; it was intoxicating. For a brief moment, he wondered if perhaps... no, he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it came to mind. There could only be one master here. And that would be him. "You should know," he growled darkly, his grip on her chin tightening slightly, "I don't like sharing what's mine."

His other hand flexed once, the knife hidden within suddenly flashing into view as he held it menacingly close to her pale throat. "And you... are mine." The word itself was a threat, a promise of violence and death if she dared cross him. His breath caressed her cheek, sending another shiver through her body.

His golden eye flickered over her face, taking in every nuance of her expression. He smiled darkly, the cruel lines around his mouth deepening as he shook his head slowly. "No," he whispered softly, tilting his head slightly to the side. "I don't want to hurt you... not yet." His fingers tightened just a bit more on her chin, painfully pinching the skin but not enough to draw blood.

Instead, he slowly dragged the knife across her cheek, leaving a thin line of crimson in its wake. The sensation was so gentle it barely registered as pain; more like a scratch. "But," he continued almost conversationally, "I won't hesitate to kill anyone who tries to take what's mine." His voice turned cold again, the warmth from before replaced with an icy threat.

Kargo smiled darkly, his grip on her chin tightening further as he drew blood this time. "Good," he purred menacingly. "Now you understand." His other hand released the knife, letting it hang loosely at his side once more while he kept her chin held firmly in place with just one of his large fingers.

"From now on," he continued, his voice rough and commanding, "you belong to me. And anyone who tries to interfere will face the same consequences." His golden eye bore into hers, daring her to challenge him. There was no room for doubt or question here; she belonged to him, and she would obey.

Kargo's golden eye narrowed slightly as she touched his cheek and smiled at him softly, almost gently. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine, making his muscles tense in response. He tried to ignore it, focusing on the message he was trying to convey. With a swift movement, he roughly yanked her closer to him by her hair, using the pain to reassert control over her.

"Don't," he growled, "ever test my patience." His free hand gripped her shoulder tightly as she winced in pain from the tug on her hair. He was aware that his hold was too harsh, but he didn't care; he needed to make sure she understood who was in charge here.

Kargo stared down at her with his golden eye, contempt burning bright in its depths. "Why am I angry?" he spat venomously. "Because you're mine, and you should know your place." His other hand clenched into a fist at his side, wanting nothing more than to lash out and hurt her, to make her feel the pain she deserved for questioning him.

"And as long as you belong to me," he continued in a low growl, "you will obey my every command. You will respect me and fear me, just like everyone else does." His fingers tightened on her shoulder once more, digging into the tender flesh beneath her shirt.

His gaze hardened even further as he heard her speak those words, defiance lacing every syllable. He took a step back, releasing his hold on her shoulder and hair with an angry growl. "Then you leave me no choice," he spat, grabbing her roughly by the arm and pulling her close once more. With another quick movement, he reached out and grasped her chin again, forcing her gaze up to meet his own.

"You will be afraid of me," he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "I won't allow it any other way." He held her there for several long seconds before releasing her with a final shove that sent her stumbling back a step or two. His golden eye studied her carefully, looking for any sign of fear or submission.

"From now on," he said softly, "you will remember who you belong to."

His eyes narrowed dangerously as she knelt before him and offered herself up so submissively. He took a step closer, towering over her, his presence nearly suffocating. "You'll call me 'master'," he growled, relishing the way her body tensed in fear beneath his gaze. "From now on, you will remember that I am in charge." His free hand moved to rest lightly on her shoulder, a warning of what could come if she ever dared to disobey him again.

"Good girl," he murmured darkly, almost pleasantly. With another rough push, he sent her stumbling away from him, toward the bench several feet away. "Sit." The command was curt and cold, leaving no room for argument or defiance. He watched as she obeyed without hesitation, sitting on the wooden bench with her head bowed meekly. Per

He crossed his arms over his chest and paced slowly in front of her, trying to maintain a menacing presence despite the fact that they were no longer face-to-face. "You are mine," he repeated, his voice almost hypnotic as it rolled through the park like thunder. "And from now on, you will never forget it." His golden eye flickered in her direction before turning back to scan the area around them, just to be sure no one was close enough to hear their conversation and misinterpret it.

"Do you understand me?" he growled softly, still keeping his voice low but laced with barely contained anger. He needed her to know that she had a choice: submission or death. And there could only be one correct answer in this world ruled by him.

He paused for a moment, taking another slow step toward her as he let out a sharp breath through his nose. "Good," he said at last, the anger in his voice finally beginning to fade into something more resembling satisfaction. "Now that's cleared up." He sat down on the bench next to her, not quite close enough for their shoulders to touch but close enough that she could feel his presence all around her.

With a sigh, he looked at her with his golden eye. "I won't lie to you," he said softly, almost kindly. "My ways are... harsh. But I promise you this: as long as you obey me and belong to me, I will protect you from harm." His voice was smooth now, almost reassuring despite the dark truths it held within.

"Do you understand?" He waited for her reply, his expression unreadable.

His golden eye flickered over her face once more before he nodded slowly, seeming satisfied with her reply. "Good," was all he said for several moments as they sat there together in silence, the weight of their strange relationship pressing down upon them like a physical thing. Finally, he broke the silence. "From now on," he began softly, his voice taking on a new tone that sounded almost affectionate despite the dark implications beneath its surface, "you'll come to me whenever I call." He paused for emphasis, letting his words sink in before continuing with quiet determination: "I won't ask you again."

There was no room for argument or hesitation in those words. It was a command disguised as a promise, and it hung there between them like a threat. She could either obey him now and be safe, or defy him at her own peril. The choice was hers to make.

Kargo's golden eye narrowed slightly at her words as he considered her reply. "And what is it that you think I don't understand?" He asked quietly, his voice almost conversational despite the undercurrent of threat that lingered beneath its surface. His hand flexed on the armrest of the bench, the tendons standing out in stark relief from his powerful forearm as he prepared himself for whatever she might say next.

"Perhaps," he continued with a sly smile, "it would be best if you clarified your meaning before we go any further." His other hand moved to rest lightly on her shoulder, not quite touching skin but close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his large frame. The muscles in his back tensed ever so slightly as he waited for her reply, ready to spring into action if necessary.

His golden eye focused intently on her face as she spoke, his expression unreadable as he considered her words carefully. "It's not enough to just know that I want you," he murmured quietly, the warmth from before replaced with a cold detachment that sent shivers down her spine despite the gentle touch of her fingers on his cheek. "You must understand why."

Without another word, he reached up and gently took her hand in his own, turning it over to study the pale skin exposed. His other arm slid around her shoulders, pulling her closer until their faces were only inches apart. "Do you really want to know?" he whispered, his breath hot against her cheek. "Or are you afraid of what I might say?"

His golden eye bore into hers unblinkingly, searching for some sign of submission or defiance in her expression.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her body as he held her close. "Because," he said, his voice almost a growl now, "you belong to me." There was no room for argument in those words; it was a statement of fact. A claiming. With each syllable, he asserted his dominance over her, marking her as his property.

His golden eye never wavered from hers as he held her there, trapped within the unyielding grip of his will. "You are mine to command," he whispered huskily, his breath fanning across her cheek and neck. "And it is my duty to make sure you understand that."

There was no escaping the truth in those words; she could only submit or face the consequences. The choice was hers alone to make.

His golden eye narrowed slightly at her words, but the smile on his lips remained. "I see," he said quietly, although it was clear that he didn't fully understand what she meant. It didn't matter; it wasn't for him to comprehend. He released her shoulder and hand with a soft pat before looking at her once more.

"Very well," he whispered, the menace in his voice momentarily replaced by something else: curiosity. "Prove it to me." His fingers curled into a fist against the wooden bench as he waited for her response. Would she obey him? Or would she try to test his patience further? The anticipation was almost unbearable.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise as he felt her soft lips against his own. For a moment, the tension between them dissipated, replaced by something far more fragile and fleeting: desire. His free hand moved to cup her cheek gently, guiding her mouth closer to his as he deepened the kiss.

He could feel the hunger within her, the need for him that drove her forward despite their strange relationship. It thrilled him, made him want to claim her completely. But even as he gave himself over to the sensation, he knew that it was only temporary; she would never truly be his. She could never understand what it meant to belong to someone like him. And so, with a sigh, he broke the kiss, releasing her from his grasp and stepping back.

"Very well," he murmured hoarsely, clearing his throat as he straightened his posture

His golden eye flickered over her face, taking in every nuance of her expression. She looked so fragile, so vulnerable standing there before him like that. A pang of something akin to guilt coursed through his veins, momentarily overriding the need for control and dominance that normally drove him. For just a brief moment, he wondered what it would be like to care for her as a normal man might.

But then the thought was gone, swept away by the harsh realities of their situation. He took a deep breath, steadying himself against the emotions swirling within him before speaking again. "You are mine," he said firmly, his voice cold and resolute once more. "And I will not allow anyone to hurt you." It was a command disguised as a promise; an edict that left no room for argument or rebellion.

"Now go," he said