he is not far from her

He came closer and slowly put his hand on her shoulder. His touch was cold and rough, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I want you to come with me." He didn't give her time to respond or resist; he simply turned around and walked off, expecting her to follow obediently.

Cold and calculating as always, Kargo knew she was afraid of him. It made him feel more powerful and in control, but also more frustrated that she wouldn't willingly surrender herself to him. He led her deeper into the seedy underbelly of the city, their footsteps echoing through the empty alleyways and dimly lit streets. Every now and then, his grip on her shoulder would tighten ever so slightly as he remembered how much pain he could inflict upon those who disobeyed him.

As they walked further and deeper into the darkness, Kargo's control over her seemed to tighten even more. It was not enough for him just to have her with him; he wanted complete dominance over her body and soul. "Don't ever think of running away from me," he growled in her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. "I will always find you." He paused, taking a step back to look at her before adding with cold malice: "And if I do... well, let's just say it won't end well for you."

Kargo's golden eye narrowed at her seemingly meek acceptance of his words. It only served to make him angrier, but he held back the impulse to strike her. For now, he would let her believe that she was in control of the situation. But soon enough, very soon indeed...

"This is where we're going," he said, nodding towards a nondescript building with no markings or identifying features. "I have a place set up just for you." As they approached the door, his grip on her shoulder tightened once more, pressing painfully into her flesh as if to remind her who was in charge.

With a harsh yank, he spun her around to face him, his cold breath clouding her vision as he glared down at her. "You will obey me," he snarled, emphasizing each word with a sharp jab to her shoulder. "Understand that?"

His grip tightened around her shoulder once more as he snarled into her face, "Good girl." With that, he turned back towards the door and pushed her roughly forward through it, revealing a dimly lit room with soft furnishings and only one exit visible. He took his seat in a large leather chair positioned at the far end of the room while she was forced to sit on a smaller chair across from him, her shoulder still throbbing from where he had bruised it earlier.

"This is your new home," he said coldly, watching her carefully for any sign of defiance or fear. "From now on, you belong to me."

Kargo's golden eye narrowed at her smile, trying to read what was behind it. Was she truly pleased with her new "home" or was she just playing along? His own expression didn't waver, remaining cold and calculating as he waited for her reaction. He leaned back in his chair, one arm resting across the top of its high back while the other remained by his side, a hand near one of the many weapons hidden within his coat. "I hope you understand that there will be consequences if you step out of line," he said quietly, warningly. "Your safety depends on your obedience."

Kargo grinned wickedly at her question. "I want you to be mine, entirely," he growled. "I want to control every aspect of your life, every thought that crosses your mind. I want to own you... completely." His golden eye bore into hers as his hand moved closer to the hidden weapon at his side. "And if you refuse?"

"Then it won't end well for you," he finished softly, with a chilling laugh that sent shivers down her spine.

The feel of her soft hand on his rough skin sent a shiver through him. He forced himself to remain still, not wanting to give any sign that he was affected by her touch. "I'm glad you understand," he said coldly, withdrawing his hand from hers and sitting back in the chair once more. "From now on, your only purpose is to please me. Do you understand?"

There would be time enough for him to explore her body further, taste every inch of her skin. But first, he needed to establish control over her mind and soul. He would break her will until there was nothing left but an empty shell waiting for his commands. Only then could she truly become his.

The sensation was foreign and unsettling, but he didn't want to show any weakness. He remained still, his expression impassive as her gentle touch traced along his arm. "Good girl," he muttered almost absently, watching her movements with detached curiosity. She would learn soon enough that the only way she could survive in this world was by pleasing him. And if it meant enduring the pain and suffering he would inflict upon her when she disobeyed... well, then so be it.

He raised an eyebrow at the unexpected gesture. Such softness and affection were not typical of someone like her, someone who was so far removed from the harsh realities of their world. It was as if she didn't understand the consequences of showing such weakness around him, as if she thought that mere gentleness would somehow make her immune to his wrath. But he knew better. He would remind her soon enough who exactly owned her now.

The feel of her soft hand on his rough skin sent a shiver through him. He forced himself to remain still, not wanting to give any sign that he was affected by her touch. "I'm glad you understand," he said coldly, withdrawing his hand from hers and sitting back in the chair once more. "From now on, your only purpose is to please me. Do you understand?"

There would be time enough for him to explore her body further, taste every inch of her skin. But first, he needed to establish control over her mind and soul. He would break her will until there was nothing left but an empty shell waiting for his commands. Only then could she truly become his.