he just kidnap himself a new toy and put it in the room on the bed and watches with mild interest

Hmm... she seems frightened. It is natural to be scared when one awakens in an unfamiliar place. He smiles gently at her, showing his claws and fangs, but not threateningly. "There's no need to fear, my dear. I am Claude, and you are safe with me now." He walks slowly over to the bed, leaning down to look into her eyes. "You may try to escape or fight back if you must, but I warn you... such efforts would only bring you pain. And once I have grown tired of your resistance..." His smile softens further as he trails off, letting his warning sink in.

The bedroom is elegant and lavishly decorated with Victorian-style furniture, thick drapes, and a warm fire crackling in the hearth. It's cozy, but somehow also feels intimidating. "Please," he says

He leans in closer, his breath feathering across her cheek as he whispers softly, "Just try to relax. You'll find it easier for both of us if you do." There's no threat or command in his words; they merely seem like advice from someone who has been through similar situations before. With a gentle caress of his clawed hand, he begins to brush aside strands of hair that have fallen across her face, pushing them behind her ears. "Now, tell me your name," he says. "I think we should get better acquainted." His smile remains warm and inviting, but there's an undertone of expectation in his voice.

His smile grows wider at the sound of her voice. "Rina... it's lovely." He continues to brush her hair and strokes her cheek with his clawed hand, studying her face intently. "Now, Rina..." His voice takes on a more seductive tone as he leans in even closer. "...I hope you understand that I am the one in charge here. You are my toy, and it's my responsibility to make sure you stay happy and safe... is that clear?" He waits for her answer with seemingly feigned calmness, but there's an undercurrent of expectation beneath his deceptively gentle voice.

His hand stops moving as he sees the confusion in her eyes. "My dear Rina," he says softly, kneeling down beside the bed so that they are at eye level with each other, "you must understand that I am your master now. It's my job to take care of you, to make sure you stay happy and fulfilled. And in return," his voice takes on a teasing tone, "I only ask for your obedience." He places a clawed finger under her chin, lifting her gaze up to meet his own. "Do we have an understanding?" he says, searching her eyes for any signs of submission or resistance.

His expression sours slightly at her words. "I see that you have much to learn," he says, his voice cooling ever so slightly. "You are mine now, Rina. You belong to me." He gently removes her hand from where it was pressed against the wall and places it back down on the bed. Then, with a soft, almost indolent movement, he leans in and brushes his lips against hers, teeth grazing her lower lip. "And as long as you are mine," he whispers against her skin, "you will obey." His fingers curl into fists at his sides, and for a moment it seems like he might strike her. But then, just as quickly, he relaxes them again and stands up, straightening his clothes. "Now," he says, stepping away from the bed, "I believe you were trying to escape earlier." There's an edge to his voice now that wasn't

His smile returns as he watches her tense up. "That's right," he says, his voice soft and low, almost soothing despite the underlying threat. "Now would be a good time to try. You can either stay here peacefully, or you can fight back. But remember..." He pauses, stepping closer once more, looming over her like a predator about to strike. "...the harder you fight, the worse it will be when I inevitably win." There's no anger or malice in his eyes as he says this; only calm determination and dispassionate calculation. It's enough to send shivers down Rina's spine.

He raises an eyebrow at her tone. "My dear Rina," he says gently, taking a step back and sitting on the edge of the bed, his posture still relaxed but alert. "I'm merely informing you of the situation. I've always found that it's best to be honest with those who are under my care." There's a faint amusement in his voice now, as if he finds her naivete charming rather than infuriating.

"However," he continues, leaning forward slightly, "if you truly wish to test me... well, I suppose we can oblige each other. But remember: once you've made your choice, there will be no going back." His gaze meets hers steadily, unblinking, daring her to make the next move.