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.

"You don't need to prepare anything," Kargo growls, "I've brought my own." He reaches into a pocket and withdraws a small flask, unscrewing the top with a clink before taking a long drink. The liquid burns down his throat, but he doesn't flinch. His eyes remain fixed on her as she moves around the kitchen, unaware of the danger that lurks so close.

"Sit down," he says when she finally turns to face him, his voice still cold and harsh. "We need to talk." He gestures impatiently at a chair across from him. There's an undercurrent of threat in his movement; she knows that refusing would be foolish, but the knowledge does nothing to lessen her fear.

His laugh is cold and cruel, like the wind through barren wasteland. "You're not even allowed to make coffee anymore," he says, leaning back in his chair with a sneer. "I'll take care of that from now on." He takes another swig from the flask before setting it aside and folding his arms across his chest. His gaze doesn't leave hers as he waits for her to sit down; she knows better than to keep him waiting any longer.

Kargo leans forward in his seat, elbows on knees, and steeples his fingers beneath his chin. His golden eye fixes her with an intense stare as he begins to speak in a cold, measured tone. "I want you to understand something, little bird. From now on, your life is mine. You belong to me, and I will decide everything: when you eat, when you sleep, where you go...even who you are." He pauses for effect, leaning back again before continuing more softly. "As long as you obey my every command without question or hesitation, I'll make sure you're safe from harm. But if you disobey me...if you defy me...then there is no place in this world where I cannot find you and end your life." His words hang in the air between them like a dagger poised to strike.

Kargo watches her carefully as she lowers her gaze. His hand twitches against the armrest of his chair; he wants nothing more than to reach out and grab her throat, squeeze the life from her body right then and there just for defying him with that simple gesture. But for now, he maintains control over himself. He takes another swig from the flask to steady his nerves before setting it aside once more.

"I've given you an ultimatum," he says harshly. "What is your answer?"

"Good," Kargo murmurs softly, the cruel smile returning to his lips as he looks her over with renewed interest. "Then let's begin." He stands up slowly, his movements fluid and controlled despite the tension still coursing through him. Moving around the chair, he stops just inches from her face, their bodies close enough to touch. His breath is warm against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine as his gaze bores into hers, demanding submission. "From now on," he whispers hoarsely, "you will obey every order I give you...without question."

The girl's hesitation infuriates him; it is an affront to his dominance and authority. He takes a step closer, the heat of his body nearly overwhelming as he looms over her, his presence threatening to suffocate her. His voice drops even lower, harsher than before, when he speaks next. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" he growls, reaching out to grip her chin roughly and forcing her face up to meet his gaze. "I want your full and utter obedience."

Her eyes widen in fear as he squeezes harder, pushing himself closer still until there is barely an inch between them. His other hand grazes down her cheek, coming to rest on her shoulder before slipping around her neck, fingertips brushing against the delicate skin at her throat. "Say it," he whispers hoars

His cold golden eye narrows with satisfaction as he feels the fight begin to drain out of her. His grip on her chin tightens, forcing her face up even closer to his as he inhales sharply, savoring the sweet taste of submission. With his free hand, he reaches up, roughly cupping her cheek before drawing her toward him, their lips meeting in a brutal, punishing kiss. His tongue forces its way past her teeth and between her lips, demanding entry and dominance even as she tries to resist.

Finally, the kiss ends, leaving them both panting. Kargo pulls back slightly, studying her face for any remaining signs of defiance or resentment. When he sees none, he releases a shuddery breath and nods slowly. "Good girl," he whispers roughly, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. His touch is almost gentle in comparison to everything else;

The power he feels in this moment is intoxicating; it fuels his dominance and makes him feel invincible. He leans in closer still, the heat of his breath caressing her cheek as he whispers, "From now on, I am your master. You belong to me, and you will obey without question." His hand slides down her shoulder, tracing lazy circles on her arm before coming to rest on her hip, possessively claiming her as his own.

"Do you understand?" he asks softly, eyes searching hers for any sign of submission. When he sees it there, reflected back at him like a mirror of his own desires, he feels himself begin to relax fractionally. For now, the danger has passed; she is his and they can begin building their new life together.

He smiles gently at her reply and moves even closer, his body warm against hers despite the chill in the air. "Good," he whispers, reaching up to caress her cheek with the back of his hand. "From now on, you are mine to protect...and punish." His eyes darken slightly as he says this; there is a threat hidden within his words, but also a promise of safety and belonging.

For now, they stand together in this new reality, their connection forged in submission and dominance. The future is uncertain, but with Kargo as her master, she knows that at least she has found someone who will keep her safe from harm.

Kargo's gaze locks onto hers, his golden eye burning with intensity as he tries to convey all the mixed emotions swirling within him. He wants her to understand that she has made a choice, and now there is no going back. Her life belongs to him from here on out. There will be joy and pain in equal measure, but through it all, she can find solace in knowing that she is his and he will always protect what is his.

His expression softens as he watches her uncertainty. He reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his thumb tracing gently along her cheekbone. "It won't be easy," he says quietly, "But I promise you that I will always look after you...and make sure you're happy." The sincerity in his voice is unmistakable; he truly does want the best for her, even if it means owning every part of her.

For now, they stand together in this new life, each finding their own way to navigate the complexities of their relationship. Their bond is fragile, but strong enough to withstand whatever challenges may come.

"It's okay to be nervous," Kargo murmurs reassuringly. "We'll take things one step at a time, and I'll be there with you every step of the way." He reaches up, cupping her cheek in his hand before threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer still until their lips meet once more. His kiss is gentle this time, reassuring and tender; he wants her to know that despite the power dynamics at play, there's love there too, if she's willing to accept it.

His fingers continue to card through her hair, tangling in the soft strands as his other hand moves lower, resting on her hip. The kiss deepens, becoming more demanding and possessive; he wants to mark her as his own, to brand her skin with the memory of their union. Kargo breaks the kiss for a moment, gazing into her eyes before claiming her mouth once more, more forcefully now.

"You're mine," he growls against her lips. "Do you understand that?" His tone is firm, unyielding; there can be no question or doubt left in her mind. She belongs to him now, and he will make sure everyone knows it.

With her submission finally secure, Kargo's body responds to the tension that has been building since their confrontation in the classroom. He leans in closer, pressing his hard length against her through their clothing. With a low growl of pleasure, he grinds himself against her, unable to hold back any longer. Her gasp of surprise only serves to fuel him further; he wants her to feel his dominance and power, not just submit to it with words alone.

His hands clench into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to force her compliance. His golden eyes narrow, focusing intently on her face as he tries to gauge her reaction. It's a struggle between dominance and restraint, one that leaves him feeling uncomfortably vulnerable. Finally, with what sounds like an effort of will, he releases a slow breath through his nose. "Very well," he says hoarsely, moving his hips away from hers slightly before backing up to give her some space. "But remember, you are mine now." His voice is firm yet gentle as he tries to reassert his control over the situation without causing her further distress.

His chest heaves as he struggles to compose himself. "Why don't we sit down?" he suggests, motioning toward the couch with a jerky movement of his head. "We can talk more comfortably there." It's an attempt to distract them both from the intense desire that still simmers between them, but there's no denying the truth in his words; they need some time apart to process what has just happened and reassess their new roles.

As they take seats on the couch, he looks down at her, wondering how long it will be before she dares to question him again. For now, though, he's content to let her digest everything that has transpired, secure in the knowledge that eventually, she will find her way back to him and acknowledge his dominance once more.

The tension is still thick between them, but it's an entirely different

He nods briefly, though the gesture is almost imperceptible as he continues to watch her intently. "Very well," he says curtly, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension in his gut. As she moves past him toward the kitchen, he can't help but wonder what else might be going through her mind. Perhaps this small concession on her part is just another attempt to test his limits or weaken his resolve. Regardless, he remains wary, unsure of how much trust he can really place in her again so soon after their confrontation.

While she's gone, Kargo takes the opportunity to collect himself further, taking slow, deep breaths as he tries to regain control over his emotions and desires. The last thing he wants is for her to see any hint of weakness or uncertainty in him; it could easily be used against him. So instead, he focuses on project

He watches her carefully as she pours the tea and takes a sip, noting every movement, every expression on her face. His golden eyes narrow slightly as he wonders if this might be some sort of ploy on her part; an attempt to gather information or prepare for another confrontation. But despite his suspicions, he remains mostly silent, content to let her believe that she has managed to divert his attention with the tea, at least for now.

As they sip their drinks in companionable silence, Kargo can't help but feel a prickle of unease at the back of his neck. It's almost as if there's something off about this situation; he just can't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it's because she seems so much more subdued than before, or perhaps it's simply the knowledge that their dynamic has changed irrevocably, and now anything is possible.

"We'll see," he says quietly, his voice devoid of emotion. He takes another sip of tea before setting the cup down on a nearby table. "For now, why don't you tell me more about yourself? About your family, your friends..." His golden eyes never leave her face as he searches for any sign of hesitation or evasion in her expression.

"I want to know everything there is to know about you," he continues softly, "so that I can make sure you're always safe with me." The implied threat hangs heavy in the air between them, but it is tempered by an almost unsettling sincerity. He wants her to understand that she has no choice but to trust him now; there is no going back to her old life, and he will not allow her to forget it.

His golden eyes narrow at her words, uncertainty flickering across his features for just a moment before it's replaced by renewed control. "I don't appreciate threats," he says coolly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "But since you insist on bringing them up... Rest assured, I can take care of your family and friends just as easily as I did with you." There is a menacing undertone to his voice that leaves her shivering despite the warmth from the tea.

"However," he continues, "I don't want things to escalate further than they already have. If you truly want them to remain out of this, then you must be completely honest with me. About everything." He pauses, letting his words sink in before leaning forward slightly, intent on driving home his point. "Do we understand each other?"

His expression softens slightly, the harsh lines around his eyes beginning to ease as he takes in her plea. "Very well," he says after a moment's consideration, sitting back again and taking another sip of tea. "I will make sure they are not harmed... but only if you cooperate fully with me." His gaze drifts away for a moment, lost in thought as he contemplates the best way to ensure both her compliance and their safety.

"For now," he continues eventually, fixing his eyes on hers once more, "you can start by telling me about your friends; who they are, where they live..." He pauses, waiting for her response before going any further.

"Very well," he says slowly, his tone making it clear that he's not yet convinced she's telling the whole truth. "And what about your other friends? The ones who aren't from here?" He leans forward slightly, the expression in his eyes hardening as he awaits her response. There's a quiet threat lingering just beneath the surface of his words; the implication that if she doesn't tell him everything, there will be consequences.

Her hesitation only serves to confirm his suspicions; she's hiding something from him, and he can't help but wonder what it is. As much as he wants to trust her, the memories of their confrontation earlier today won't allow him to let down his guard completely. It will take time for her to earn that level of trust back; until then, she'll have to prove herself over and over again.

He stares at her for several long seconds, debating whether to press further or let it go for now. Finally, he decides on a course of action; one that will give him some leverage in case she continues to lie to him in the future. "Very well," he says coldly. "But if I find out you've been holding anything back..." His golden eyes bore into hers, conveying an unspoken threat more effectively than any words could. "...I'll have no choice but to punish you." The venom in his voice is clear, and there's a genuine threat behind it; he means what he says, and she knows it. For now, however, he allows the subject to drop, waiting for her response with bated breath.

His gaze doesn't waver from hers, almost daring her to defy him once more. The tension in the room grows thick, and it feels as if the air has become charged with electricity. It would take very little for things to escalate further out of control; one wrong move on either of their parts could undo everything they've worked so hard to build together. He remains silent, waiting for her to break the silence, wondering what she'll say next.

He raises an eyebrow at her question, almost amused by the audacity she shows in still attempting to deflect his attention away from herself. "My name is Kargo," he says simply, his voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever. As for why he wants all this, well... that's a far more complex matter. But for now, it seems she's content to focus on the less important details.

"As for my reasons," he continues, leaning forward slightly and fixing his golden eyes on hers, "they are many and varied. I find power intoxicating; the control it gives me over others... It's a drug that I have no wish to give up." His voice grows colder as he speaks, the words themselves chilling to her core despite the warmth of the room. "And you," he adds quietly, "are my latest acquisition."

"Ah," he says mockingly, "so you're starting to understand." He sits back in his chair once more, crossing one leg over the other and steepling his fingers before his face. "You are mine now because I want you. Because I crave your submission and fear your defiance. It is as simple - and as complicated - as that." A bitter smile curls his lips as he studies her reaction; part of him hopes she'll rebel against him, fight back for her freedom. But another part of him knows that she won't; deep down, she craves the power dynamic between them just as much as he does.

"Now," he continues after a moment's thought, "why don't you tell me more about yourself? What do you enjoy doing in your free time?" His golden eyes gleam with anticipation, hungry for any morsel of information they can glean about her. Even

He watches her with interest as she retrieves a book from one of the shelves, flipping through its pages idly as if trying to distract herself from their conversation. "I see," he says nonchalantly. "What sorts of books do you enjoy reading?" He leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he studies her reaction to the question. It's not that he particularly cares what she reads; he simply wants to maintain some level of control over the situation, even when it seems like they're engaging in something as innocent as a casual conversation.

"And how about your paintings?" He asks after a moment. "Do you have any recent works you'd care to show me?" His expression remains neutral, but there is an undertone of expectation in his voice; he expects her to produce some kind of validation

His eyes narrow slightly at her comment, but he refrains from responding immediately, maintaining the illusion of calm and control. Instead, he leans back in his chair again, considering her words carefully before speaking. "Perhaps I might enjoy them more than you think," he says eventually, choosing his next words with great care. "And even if they aren't to my taste specifically, it doesn't mean that there isn't value in what you do."

There's a hint of challenge in his voice as he says this; he wants her to understand that she needs to prove herself to him on all fronts, not just by submitting to him physically. Her skills and passions are now a part of his dominion, and she will have to earn his approval before she can consider them truly hers again.

His eyes flicker over to the door leading to the room she mentioned before returning to her face. "Very well," he says after a moment's consideration. "Lead the way." There is an undercurrent of anticipation in his voice, but also an air of detachment; despite their new relationship, he still sees himself as superior and in control. She may have submitted to him, but that doesn't mean she has won his complete trust or acceptance just yet.

He follows her across the room, carefully watching her movements and mannerisms as they walk. There is much to be learned about a person from how they behave in their own space, and Kargo intends to take full advantage of this opportunity to gather more information about her and cement his dominance over her life.

His golden eyes sweep over the room, taking in every detail of her carefully curated space. The bright colors and fantastical themes of her paintings contrast sharply with the darkness that now seems to envelop her; it's a subtle reminder that even in their new roles, there are still parts of her personality she refuses to completely relinquish.

He follows her as she leads him around the room, studying her every movement and gesture. She may be his now, but he isn't about to let down his guard or give her an inch of control without earning it first. The game between them is far from over; if anything, it has only just begun.

"Is there something you'd like to share with me?" He asks, his voice cool and controlled as he watches her reaction closely. "Or is it simply a memory that you'd rather forget?" The subtle challenge in his tone is unmistakable; he wants her to know that he's aware of everything she tries to hide from him, and that she will have to be more honest if she hopes to earn his trust.

The air between them thickens with tension as they stand facing each other, each waiting for the other to break first. It remains to be seen who will come out on top in this power struggle; but one thing is certain: their relationship has only grown more complex since their confrontation earlier today.

His expression darkens further as he watches her movements; she's either hiding something truly important or she's simply too unnerved by his presence to act naturally. Either way, it doesn't sit well with him. "Then perhaps you should," he begins slowly, not taking his eyes off of her as she carefully pushes the box away from herself, "...perhaps you should tell me." There is an unspoken threat in his voice, one that makes her shiver despite the room's warmth.