he is not far from her

Kargo is silent for a while but then he speaks, his voice cold and harsh. "She's close. Let's go get her." He begins to walk towards her slowly, his long strides eating up the distance between them. His muscular arms clench into fists at his sides, ready to strike out if necessary. His golden eye glints in the light of the fluorescent bulbs above, a cold and unyielding gaze fixed on her.

Kargo continues to approach silently, avoiding drawing attention to himself until he's close enough to whisper into her ear. "Come with me, little bird," he hisses, holding out his hand. "I won't hurt you if you come willingly." But even as he says it, there's an undercurrent of menace in his voice that betrays the lie.

Kargo's hand tightens into a fist at his side. His expression darkens as he watches her reaction carefully. "You don't want this," he growls, taking another step closer. "Trust me." He grabs her roughly by the arm and begins to drag her away from the others, pulling her into an empty classroom next door. The doors slide shut with a hiss behind them, trapping them together in near darkness.

"Now," he whispers, breath hot against her ear, "let's talk."

"Scream if you want," Kargo says coldly. "No one will hear you." He pulls her closer, his body looming over hers threateningly. His golden eye gleams in the dark, unblinking as it studies her face for any sign of submission or defiance. "You can try to fight back, but I won't hesitate to hurt you," he warns, pushing his hand against her chest, forcing her backward. "Now tell me why I shouldn't kill everyone who even looks at you." His grip on her tightens until she's panting from the pain and fear.

His cruel smile turns into a sneer as he shakes his head. "I didn't think you'd say that," Kargo growls, moving even closer to her. His breath hot against her face. "You don't understand the danger you're in." He grips her tighter, bruising her delicate skin. "But I can make you safe...if you accept me as your master." He pauses, leaning down so that their faces are inches apart. "What do you say?"

He winces visibly at her whimper before his expression darkens further. "I told you not to test my patience," he says through gritted teeth, releasing her suddenly so she falls hard onto the floor. He steps back, arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches her writhe in pain. "Now think carefully about what I've said, and know that this is your last chance to accept my offer." His gaze never leaves hers, unyielding as stone.

Kargo's lip curls in disgust at the thought that she thinks he'd do such a thing. "Yes, I would kill you," he spits out venomously, taking a step closer to her once more. His golden eye seems to glow brighter than ever before as it stares down into hers. "I've killed many people already, and I'm not afraid of it. But I can make you my own...or I can end your pathetic existence." He pauses, glancing around the room briefly before returning his gaze to her. "The choice is yours, little bird," he whispers hoarsely.

At last, she understands the gravity of the situation. Satisfied with her answer, Kargo steps closer and crouches down in front of her, his expression hardening as he studies her face for any signs of defiance or insincerity. "Then you accept my terms?" he demands, his voice harsh but somehow almost gentle at the same time.

Her obedience brings a small, cruel smile to his lips as he extends a hand towards her, palm up. "Kneel," he says, eyes glinting with command. "And place your hand in mine."

Kargo feels her hand trembling against his, and it only serves to stoke the flames of his possessiveness. He squeezes gently, reassuringly, but without any warmth. "Good girl," he murmurs through clenched teeth, "Now stand up." His arm tightens around her waist as she rises slowly to her feet. With her hand still in his, Kargo leads her towards the door of the classroom, every step a battle against the urge to drag her away and finish what he started earlier. But for now, he needs her to understand who's in control.

As they exit into the corridor, Kargo glances around warily before whispering gruffly into her ear, "Don't make me hurt you."

Their walk back to his car is tense and silent, with every step bringing them closer to the inevitable confrontation. Kargo can feel her trembling against him, and it only serves to fuel his desire to control her completely. When they finally reach his vehicle, a sleek black sports car that would be at home on the racetrack or the streets of Tokyo, he opens the door for her. With one last warning glance, he says gruffly, "Get in."

Her obedience is rewarded with a small nod from Kargo before he climbs into the driver's seat and starts the engine. The car roars to life, drowning out any other sound as it speeds away from the school grounds, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and rubber. As they drive off, Kargo glances at her in the rearview mirror, his golden eye fixed on hers. "Where do you want to go?" he

Kargo narrows his eye at her uncertainty. "I can't have you questioning everything I do," he growls, "You need to trust me if this is going to work." His voice hardens as he continues, "And don't forget that any disobedience will be met with severe consequences." He focuses on the road for a moment before glancing back at her again, studying her expression intently. "So where do you want to go?"

Kargo remains silent for a moment as he considers her request. Finally, he shrugs indifferently and turns his attention back to the road, muttering "Fine." The car speeds towards her home, their silent journey continuing for what seems like an eternity. Kargo's fingers tap rhythmically on the steering wheel, impatience clear in every gesture as he tries not to think about how tightly he wants to wrap his hands around her throat and choke out her disobedience. His golden eye flickers occasionally towards her, watching for any sign of resistance or defiance, ready to crush it before it can even begin.

As they arrive at the girl's house, Kargo pulls the car into the driveway and kills the engine. The sudden silence is almost jarring after hours of the roar of the engine. Without a word, he climbs out of the car and

As she exits the car, Kargo stands patiently by its side, his hand instinctively moving to grip the butt of his holstered gun. He watches her warily, waiting for any sign that might justify ending her life right then and there. But instead of running or fighting back, she simply stands before him, seemingly resigned to whatever fate he has in store for her. It's an unnerving development; he doesn't like not being in control.

"Well?" he snaps impatiently. "Are you coming inside?" He tilts his head slightly, a menacing glint in his golden eye as he awaits her answer.

Kargo follows her inside, his eyes darting around the familiar surroundings as he takes in every detail. There's a part of him that wonders if this is where she truly belongs; if she has any friends or family that might come looking for her. The thought only serves to heighten his sense of possessiveness and paranoia. "Make yourself comfortable," he says coldly, gesturing vaguely towards the couch. "We have much to discuss."

His golden eye never leaves hers as he walks over to a nearby chair and sits down, one hand never straying far from his gun. The tension in the room is palpable; Kargo can practically feel it pressing down on him like a physical weight. But he doesn't care; if anything, it only fuels his need for control even further.