He decided to act

The shadowy figure crept closer and closer to her, its tendrils trailing behind like ethereal fingers grasping at nothing but air. Before she even realized what was happening, darkness engulfed her entire body and wrapped her up within its embrace. The force of it was enough to send her sprawling onto the grass, pinned beneath his inky weight. A chill ran down her spine as he positioned himself above her, blocking out all light save for the glow of his malevolent eyes.

"You are mine now," his voice rumbled like distant thunder, thick with desire and possession. "Give yourself to me freely or I will take what I want by force."

His tendrils twisted and coiled around her body, pressing her into the soft earth as he held her immobile. The touch was cold, sending shivers through her flesh, but there was also a strangely compelling sensation to it that made her heart race. She struggled weakly against his grip, unable to break free from his unyielding grasp.

"You belong with me," he whispered huskily into her ear, the words laced with an undertone of anger and frustration. "I won't force you if you don't want me, but I will be extremely angry if someone else tries to take what is mine."

The shadowy figure tensed, tendrils tightening further around her body. His voice, low and menacing, echoed in her ears. "Do not push me, little one. I can be gentle when you submit, but my anger is a fearsome thing." He paused for a moment before adding, "I will give you one more chance to choose."

His tendrils tightened even further, cutting off her air and making it difficult to breathe. His voice, hard as stone, practically vibrated with anger now. "Do not test my patience. You are mine. Give in to me or suffer the consequences." The pressure around her increased once more, threatening to snap her bones if she didn't comply.

His tendrils lashed out like whips, snagging the fabric of her shirt and ripping it clean off, exposing her pale flesh to the night air. She yelped in surprise as she was roughly pinned beneath his weight once more. "Give up your resistance," he growled, "or I will make you suffer." His tendrils danced dangerously close to her skin, threatening further harm if she continued to fight him.

The shadowy figure flexed his tendrils menacingly, pressing her further into the ground and pinning her arms to either side of her head. His malevolent gaze bored into hers, unblinking as he waited for her submission. "Give in now," he hissed, "or I will make you regret it." The threat hung heavy in the air, making her heart race even faster.