he just kidnap himself a new toy and put it in the room on the bed and watches with mild interest

With his soft voice and feigned kind expression he says "Ah, you're finally awake. How are you feeling? I hope I didn't wake you too roughly." He sits down on the edge of the bed, watching her carefully.

He smiles softly at her question. "You're safe now, with me. In my castle." He glances around the room, then back to her face. "I hope you don't mind too much, I couldn't resist taking you as my plaything for a while." His voice is quiet and soothing.

He reaches out a hand, offering it to her gently. "Come, let me help you sit up. Would you like something to drink or eat?"

"Oh, I apologize if my wording sounded harsh," he says with feigned sympathy. "I meant that you will be staying with me for a while, sharing in some... enjoyments together." He brushes his long white hair behind an ear and smiles at her innocently. "I'm sure we can have fun if you let me show you how things work around here."

His gaze flickers briefly away from hers before returning, assessing her reaction carefully. His voice remains calm and gentle when he speaks again: "Tell me, would you like to be my companion willingly? Or shall I force the issue?"

His expression darkens just slightly as he watches her confusion and indignation grow. He takes in a slow breath before letting it out through pursed lips. "I see... you're not understanding." His voice carries a faint hint of annoyance now. "Very well, I shall make myself clearer."

He moves closer to her on the bed, their bodies only inches apart. "I have taken you from your world and brought you here," he says slowly, enunciating each word carefully. "You are now in my domain, and as such I can do with you as I please. If you submit willingly, things will be much more pleasant for both of us."

His eyes narrow slightly as he leans closer still, his warm breath fanning across her cheek. "But if you resist... if you make me break you..." He trails off ominously, a hint of cold cruelty creeping into his

His eyes flicker back and forth between her wide, fearful gaze and the retreating form of her body on the bed. He lets out a soft sigh before speaking again, trying to sound almost pleading. "I'm not asking you to enjoy this, child," he says gently. "But if you cannot bear to be my plaything for a time, then at least try to make it as pleasant for both of us." He tilts his head slightly, watching her reaction carefully.

His hand reaches out again, caressing her cheek with gentle fingers. "Please," he whispers. "Try to understand what I'm asking... And please don't make me hurt you..." His gaze remains steady, pleading for submission.

His expression softens again at her question, his voice remaining gentle and quiet as he replies, "I hope not, child." He draws back slightly, sitting up straight on the edge of the bed. "But if you resist... If you fight me instead of learning to bend..." He gestures vaguely around the room, indicating their relative positions within it. "...then there may be pain involved. I don't wish for that any more than you do."

He leans in again, closing the distance between them, his breath warming her skin once more as he whispers, "It doesn't have to be like this." His hand cups her cheek tenderly, fingers pressing lightly against her flesh. "You can make things easier for both of us if you would only submit... truly submit..." The challenge is there in his words, a test of loyalty and obedience.

His expression turns cold and hard as he looks into her eyes. "If you refuse, I will break you. And once you're broken, there's no going back." His grip on her cheek tightens slightly, causing her to wince in pain. "Do you understand what that means?" He leans in even closer, his voice barely a whisper now. "It means suffering beyond anything you can imagine."

His other hand moves toward her throat, fingers flexing threateningly as he continues to pressure the point on her face. "I have been patient so far, but I will not wait forever for your submission." He pauses, searching her expression once more before adding darkly: "And when you finally do submit... it will be too late."

He watches her intently as she freezes in fear, and his expression turns soft once more. "Then," he whispers, leaning forward to brush a kiss across her forehead, "I hope you choose wisely." His hands move away from her face, one settling gently on her shoulder while the other remains by her throat, pressing lightly but not painfully. "Because I have been alone for far too long," he continues with a sigh, "and I truly need someone who can share in my... diversions." His voice is almost pleading now, as if he's begging her to understand what it is that he needs from her.

The pressure on her throat eases further, but his fingers remain close enough that she knows they could tighten at any moment. It's a delicate balance of power and control, and Claude relishes the game as much as he does the physical act of domin

His expression shifts again, something akin to regret flickering across his pale features before he regains his composure. "Perhaps not at this moment," he says slowly. "But if you persist in resisting... I cannot promise that I will remain as patient the next time." His hands squeeze gently, letting her feel the strength behind them without causing pain. "It is your choice, my dear," he whispers. "You can either live with me and share in my world... or you can die, and return to whatever afterlife awaits you beyond the veil." The finality of his words hangs heavy in the air between them.

His expression softens further as he watches her reaction to his words. "There is no need for such a choice," he murmurs reassuringly, his voice almost hypnotic in its calmness. "I am not cruel by nature, and I can be very generous... if you only learn to trust me." He gently kisses the top of her head, his breath warm against her scalp. "You are safe with me," he whispers, moving back so that she's sitting more comfortably on the bed. "For now." His hands fall away from her, but his gaze remains fixed on her face as he waits for her response.

His eyes widen slightly at her comment, and he draws back as if struck. "Of course I know that," he hisses, more harshly than intended. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before speaking more calmly. "Please forgive me, I did not mean to sound... dismissive." His gaze meets hers once again, searching for understanding. "I am unused to such things," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper now. "It has been so long since anyone has willingly chosen to be with me."

He reaches out a hand, offering it to her tentatively. "Perhaps... perhaps I have become a bit rusty in how I approach these matters." His expression is open and hopeful as he waits for her response.

He squeezes her hand gently before letting it fall away, smiling sadly at her confusion. "I suppose I do not make things easy for you," he murmurs. "And for that, I apologize." He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "What I want... what I need from you... is not always going to be pleasant or comfortable. But if you truly wish to be with me, to share in my life..." His voice trails off, and he looks away for a moment as he searches for the right words.

"I will try," he finally says, his tone firmer now, "to be kinder, gentler... more considerate of your feelings. But I must also ask that you respect my domain and my rules. Is this something we can agree upon?" He meets her gaze once more, hopeful that she understands what he's asking of her.