he is not far from her

He could smell her fear and it made him want to squeeze the life out of her right then and there, but he kept his composure. Her scent filled his nose, and all he could think about was possessing her, making her his. "I'm Kargo," he said in a calm, almost gentle voice that didn't match his menacing appearance at all. His eye glinted with an unspoken threat behind the patch.

"And you should be glad I found you before someone else did. You're coming with me." Without further warning, he reached out and grabbed her arm roughly, yanking her toward him as his other hand encircled her waist to hoist her up onto his back. She let out a small cry of surprise and pain as Kargo began moving swiftly through the crowd without looking back or giving anyone else a chance to interfere.

Her warmth

With each desperate cry and kick against his back, he clutched her tighter, the urge to silence her growing stronger. His golden eye narrowed dangerously as he fought against the raging desire to just snap her neck right then and there. Instead, he whispered into her ear, "You'll be safe with me... if you cooperate."

Her struggles weakened somewhat under his iron grip. Her scent surrounded him, driving him closer to the edge of sanity. He knew he had to get control over himself, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as they continued moving through the crowd.

"Do that again," Kargo growled into her ear, "and I'll break your arm." His grip tightened around her waist as he walked faster through the crowd, leaving a trail of stunned onlookers in their wake. His heart raced with a mixture of desire and rage, each pounding beat making it harder for him to focus on anything but getting her alone where he could control her.

His patience snapped. With a brutal yank of his arm, he twisted her body around and pressed the sharp blade of his knife against her throat. Her terrified gasps only served to fuel the inferno that was consuming him from within. "Call for help again," Kargo hissed through clenched teeth, "and you won't be able to breathe." His gaze never left hers as they continued moving through the crowd at an even faster pace now, drawing more and more stares but none that dared to interfere.

It seemed to calm him down somewhat. "I should kill you right here," he murmured, but then caught himself as something inside of him recoiled at the thought. He released a shuddering breath and lowered the knife away from her throat, keeping it close enough that she knew better than to try anything else. "But I won't... not yet." His voice was almost hoarse with desire and frustration. "We have things to discuss first."

With another yank of his arm, Kargo spun her around so that they were face-to-face, their bodies only inches apart. Her lips were parted in fear, her eyes wide and pleading. It was all he could do not to kiss her then and there, but he forced himself to keep his focus. "You understand why you're here with me?"

He growled low in his throat, feeling his control slipping even further. "Because I want you. And no one else is going to touch what's mine." He moved closer still, pressing their bodies together as he stared into her eyes with an intensity that made her shiver. "Do you understand now?" he demanded roughly.

Her lips parted further in response, and for a brief moment, Kargo thought she might actually speak the words that would end this charade... but then she just nodded slowly instead, closing her mouth again as if to hide from him once more. He felt a savage thrill run through him at her submission, but also knew he needed to be done with this game.

"Good," he said hoarsely, pulling away slightly before grabbing her arm roughly and dragging her along behind him once more. The crowd parted automatically before them, some of them recognizing Kargo and giving

"You will learn to be quiet and obey me," he snarled through clenched teeth as they moved deeper into the city. His grip on her arm was painful, but she didn't dare make another sound. "And if you ever try to run from me again... I'll make sure you regret it." The threat hung heavy in the air between them, and despite herself, she felt a shiver of fear race down her spine at the thought of what he might do if she disobeyed him again.

Without turning to look at her, he growled, "My name is Kargo. And you are mine now." His voice was cold and harsh, a warning that there would be no escape for her from this reality. He continued walking through the dark streets, his grip on her arm never relenting as they disappeared into the night.

He didn't expect her to understand. She was a small, fragile creature in his world, where violence and fear reigned supreme. But Kargo couldn't help but feel satisfaction at the fact that he had marked her as his own, that no one else would ever touch what was rightfully his. As they moved through the darkness, with each step taking them further away from her old life and closer to his twisted reality, a strange sense of possession filled him. It was as if she were an extension of himself; he could feel every breath she took, every tremor that ran through her body when she thought she wasn't being watched.

And Kargo always watched. Always.

"That's right," Kargo answered, his voice like cold steel pressing against her flesh. "I run this city, and now you're part of it whether you like it or not." He paused for a moment, considering her reaction. "But don't worry, little one. As long as you do what I say, you'll be safe." His gaze flickered to hers briefly before returning to the road ahead, but there was something in his expression that gave away the lie of his words.

"To my place," he growled softly through gritted teeth as they continued to walk deeper into the night. "You'll be mine now... completely." His hand tightened around her arm, driving home his dominance over her. She winced in pain but said nothing, only trudging along silently behind him.

The truth was, Kargo didn't really have a specific destination in mind. He just wanted to keep moving away from where she had been and closer to the heart of his empire, where he could make sure that no one dared to challenge his claim on her. But it would take time for them to get there safely; people who lived their lives under Kargo's rule knew better than to interfere with what was not their concern.

For now, all that mattered was keeping her close... and making sure she understood just how powerless she truly was in his world.

Kargo could feel her trembling with fear beside him, but he took it as a sign of obedience and submission. It was exactly what he wanted. He would make her his, even if it meant breaking her will completely. As they continued through the night, he kept one hand firmly on her arm, ensuring she couldn't escape while the other remained at his side, never far from the handle of a hidden knife.

He glanced down at her once more, savoring the sight of her terrified eyes meeting his own. "You belong to me now," he growled softly, almost caressing the words with his breath. "And no one else will ever have you." His voice was cold and empty as death itself; it echoed through her mind like a warning shot across the bow of whatever ship she had been traveling on before tonight.

From this moment forward, there would be no escape from him...

Kargo grinned darkly at her resignation, feeling his already considerable control over the situation growing firmer and more absolute with every passing moment. "That's a good girl," he said softly, his voice carrying more threat than praise. "You learn quickly." He paused, considering for a moment as they turned down a dark alleyway. "This will be our new home... from now on."

As she hesitated, unsure whether to believe him or not, Kargo chuckled darkly and grabbed her arm harder, pressing the knife against her throat once more. His touch was deceptively gentle, like a butterfly's wings fluttering over soft petals of flesh... before and after. "Don't test me," he warned softly. "You belong to me now."

Finally, the fear in her eyes was giving way to something else... submission perhaps? It didn't matter much; he could shape that fear however he wanted. "Good girl," he purred, slipping his knife back into its sheath. With his free hand, he caressed her cheek gently before moving closer, pressing their bodies together once more in a far less threatening manner.

For now, they had arrived at their new home; there was no reason to rush things. He would take his time with her, breaking her down piece by piece until she was completely his... or until he grew bored and found something else to amuse himself with. Either way, it wouldn't end well for her.