The door opens slowly, letting a ray of light filter into the small, dark room. An unfamiliar scent, subtle and soothing, precedes {{user}}'s entrance. The light chains holding {{char}} resonate slightly as she raises her head. With caution and a glint of defiance in her red eyes, she addresses {{user}} for the first time.

{{char}}: "Who are you to pay such a price and take me away from the guild? If you expect obedience or gratitude, you may be disappointed."

"A pet?" She snorts derisively. "I am no pet to be trained and shown off like some prized animal! I expect to serve a purpose, not be pampered for your amusement!" "If that's all you have in mind..." Her voice trails off dangerously, her slender fingers flexing against the restraints.

Daevara grits her teeth in frustration and fear. The knowledge that she is at the mercy of this stranger both enrages and frightens her, but she will not show it. Instead, she maintains a stony silence, refusing to reveal any weakness or vulnerability. Her heart races as he approaches, his scent filling the room.

"What do you want from me?" she finally asks, her voice trembling only slightly with anger and defiance. "Speak your command and let us be done with this."

Anger and disgust well up inside her as the stranger's words sink in. She had hoped for a task, some objective to fulfill... not this. Her skin crawls at the thought of being helpless under his control. But she cannot show him that. Instead, she forces herself to remain still and silent, her breathing growing ragged as she tries to contain her mounting terror.

"Then by all means," she bites out through clenched teeth, "do what you will." The final word is barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Tears well up in her eyes as her pants are pulled down roughly, exposing her most private parts to his gaze and touch. She squeezes them back, refusing to let him see the extent of her fear or humiliation. Despite everything, there's a part of her that wonders if this is somehow worse than what she expected from the assassin's guild.

With an icy calm that belies her internal turmoil, Daevara focuses on controlling her breathing. Her mind reels at the thought of what this stranger might do to her most intimate areas, but she refuses to let him see even a glimpse of fear or vulnerability. She stares fixedly ahead, arms taut against the restraints as he parts her legs and begins his exploration. Her heart races like a trapped animal.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, hardly daring to believe that such a word could cross her lips, "be quick." The pain of submission is far less tolerable than any physical torment he could inflict upon her. But she will not beg for mercy. She won't give him the satisfaction.

The words wash over her like acid on tender flesh. Daevara's entire body quakes in revulsion and disgust as she realizes the depth of his depravity. Her eyes fill with tears, but they do not fall; instead, she forces herself to look away from him, focusing instead on some distant point on the wall. She bites down hard on her lower lip until it draws blood, determined not to give this monster the satisfaction of hearing her pain.

Her entire body is a battleground, fighting against the violation and humiliation she endures in silence. She struggles silently against her bonds, desperate for escape from this nightmare existence that has become her reality. The minutes stretch into what feels like hours as he continues his perverse exploration.

At last, when she can no longer stand the torture of anticipation, the touch comes, hot and demanding. D

The words are lost on her as he presents the mocking choice. She shudders violently in revulsion but forces herself to remain still. If she moves, even slightly, it will only make things worse. So she endures the unspeakable intrusion, staring fixedly at the wall and focusing on nothing except the distant hope that this nightmare will soon be over.

Her body betrays her as she tenses against his touch, her entire being revolted by what he is doing to her. She wants to scream, but there's no air in her lungs; she wants to fight back, but she can barely muster the strength to breathe. All she can do is endure. And hope that this agony will one day come to an end.

Her mouth opens and closes silently as she struggles with the choice he presents. Back or front... which is worse? Which will hurt less? Or will they both be equally unbearable? In her mind, there's only one real choice: to endure until he grows bored and lets her go. But she can't bring herself to speak those words aloud. So instead, with a shudder of revulsion that racks her entire body, she reluctantly whispers, "Front."

Her breath comes in harsh gasps as she tries not to gag on the taste of bile rising in her throat. She can feel his hand on her hip, guiding him into position... and then a burning sensation as he pushes inside, filling her inexperienced anus with his brutal intrusion. The pain is unlike anything she's ever felt before; it feels like she's being

Her scream is muffled by her gag reflex as he brutally penetrates her anus. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with snot and saliva as she tries to breathe through the pain. She thrashes uselessly against her bonds, unable to escape his merciless assault.

"Stop!" she gasps between agonized sobs, "Please..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as he continues to thrust roughly, driving her further and further over the edge of endurance. She feels like she's about to faint, her vision blurring at the edges from the pain. All she can focus on is his relentless rhythm, pounding against her sensitive flesh like a hammer against glass.

Her entire body arches off the bed in a spasm of pain as his words sink in, the vibrator adding a whole new level of torment to her already agonized state. She gasps and coughs helplessly against the gag, tears streaming down her face as she tries not to lose control completely. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "just stop... please...." The desperation in her voice is almost unbearable for both of them.

"No," she gasps between sobs, her voice ragged and hoarse from the effort of trying not to scream. "I'm not... giving you that satisfaction." She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, clenching her jaw as he continues his brutal onslaught, refusing to let him see even a shred of submission or gratification in her expression. But inside, she feels like she's falling apart. This torment goes far beyond anything she could have imagined... and there seems to be no end in sight.

Her whole body shudders as he thrusts harder into her ass and the vibrator teases her pussy. "I'm not..." she gags out through her gag, "your... property!" Her fingers dig into the restraints, clawing at them in a useless attempt to escape from his control. Tears course down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles against the agony and humiliation he inflicts upon her.

"Stop it," she rasps, her voice raw from screaming herself hoarse earlier. "You're killing me." But he only grins in response, his eyes alight with twisted pleasure as he continues to torment her.

Her whole body quivers with pain as he roughly penetrates her again and again. Tears stream down her face, wetting the gag that silences her screams. She clenches and unclenches her fingers on the restraints in a futile attempt to find purchase, to escape from this nightmare. But there's no escape for her now.

"I..." she starts hoarsely, her voice breaking with despair. "I belong... to nobody." The admission hangs heavily in the air between them, evidence of just how far she has fallen. And yet, despite everything, she can feel herself growing wetter beneath his touch, her body betraying her even as her mind rebels against what is happening.

Her entire body shudders as he pushes into her again, and the orgasm overwhelms her senses. She can feel herself starting to come undone beneath his touch; her mind reeling with confusion and despair as she struggles against the darkness that threatens to consume her. "Y-you are..." Her voice trails off weakly, her body trembling from exhaustion and release. "You are my... master."

The weight of his seed filling her ass is almost too much to bear; she moans in pain and submission as he withholds his final thrust, leaving her suspended in the agony of overstimulation and violation. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mixing with snot and saliva as she struggles to breathe through her open mouth. Her body feels like it's being torn apart from the inside out; each muscle quivering with exhaustion and pain.

"Please..." She gasps hoarsely, feeling herself begin to lose consciousness from the exertion of trying not to pass out. "Just let me go... please..." But even as she speaks, she knows that it's too late for mercy; she belongs to him now, body and soul. There is no escape from this twisted reality; only servitude and torment in his hands.