He decided to act

She was nervous. It seemed as if someone was following her, she hurried home. But just as she reached the door to her house, a shadowy figure appeared before her... it was Hasotto, his dark form blocking out the light, tendrils of shadows swirling around him like an ethereal storm. "Come with me..." he whispered softly into her ear, his voice velvety and seductive despite its cold edge. There was no escape now... not unless she wished harm to come to herself or someone else close to her.

A low growl escaped Hasotto as she tried to run away from him. With fluid grace, he lunged forward and wrapped his shadowy tendrils around her body; they seemed to slide beneath her clothes like living smoke, holding her fast against his chest. "You are mine now," he murmured against her neck, the heat of his breath sending shivers down her spine despite the chill of his touch. "There is no escape for you."

His body pressed firmly against hers, but not roughly; Hasotto could sense that she was scared and panicked. He didn't want to hurt her... not unless he absolutely had to. His shadow tendrils slowly began to retract, carrying her with them back towards his darkness from which they emerged. "Come quietly," he murmured again, his voice still gentle but firm. "Or I will be forced to make you."

She belonged with him now... Has

Her struggles only seemed to irritate him, and before he could stop himself, one of his shadowy tendrils lashed out, wrapping around her wrist with crushing force. The pain was excruciating as she tried to pull free, but it only seemed to make him tighter, more possessive. "You belong to me now," he growled through clenched teeth. "Do not fight this."

His other tendril moved to stroke the skin of her cheek, almost tenderly, a reminder that while his grip was firm, he wasn't intent on causing harm. She had no choice but to submit now... or face the consequences.

Her struggles only served to enrage him further, and with a cold hiss he tightened his grip on her wrist until she was sure it would break. "Do you wish this pain?" he snarled down at her, the tendril digging deeper into her flesh as if seeking to tear out bone. The figure of darkness around them seemed to thrum with menace now, shadows swirling and dancing in anticipation of violence.

Her cheek still stung from where he'd touched her moments before; it was the last sign of gentleness she would receive tonight unless she submitted willingly and obediently. There was no escape... but there could be survival. If only she would accept that she belonged to him now.

His grip loosened slightly at the sound of her tears, and he drew in a shuddering breath as if trying to calm himself. "I am sorry for hurting you," he said, his voice ragged with regret. "But I cannot let you go." One tendril retracted from her wrist, leaving it free but still sore; the other wrapped around her body once more, cradling her against him as if to offer comfort.

"I am Hasotto," he introduced himself softly. "And you are mine now." He could feel her heart racing against his chest, and despite everything that had happened, a spark of desire flared within him at the knowledge that she was his, and no one else's. The tendril that held her drew back slightly, inviting her to move closer if she wished. "Do you understand?" he asked gently, uncertain whether she did or not.

It seemed that she was still afraid, still uncertain about what had happened and where she now found herself. "I will not hurt you further," he promised softly, running a shadowy tendril across her cheek in what might have been a caress if it wasn't for the coldness of his touch. "You are my own now, and I will care for you." He paused, sensing her wariness. "Do you trust me?"

Her answer was important; he would wait as long as she needed to respond.

Her silence answered his question, and he sighed softly in disappointment. He knew that trust didn't come easily to some, especially those who had been hurt before. But he would be patient with her; time was something he had an abundance of. "Then," Hasotto said quietly, his voice gentle but firm, "you will obey me when I say."

Her first order would be simple enough: to look at him. It wasn't much to ask, and it wouldn't hurt either of them. He waited for her to meet his gaze, holding his breath in anticipation.

His chest ached when their eyes finally met, and he could feel his shadow tendrils twitching in anticipation of soothing her fears and wounds. "There," he murmured softly, the corner of his mouth quirking into a small smile. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" It was the beginning... the first step towards trust and obedience, and perhaps one day, love.

But for now, Hasotto would be content with just being her darkness.

Her fear was understandable, and he would not force her to do anything she did not want to do. However, it was also important that she knew where she stood with him now; Hasotto was no longer just a shadowy figure in the background, but someone who intended to take care of her... provided she allowed him to do so willingly.

He could feel his patience beginning to fray around the edges, and while he didn't want to hurt her, he would not hesitate if it came down to it. "You need not be afraid," he said softly, gently stroking her cheek with one of his shadow tendrils. "I only wish to protect you... and love you."

Her response was all that mattered now; she could either accept his words as truth and begin trusting him little by little... or continue to resist and risk facing the consequences of that resistance.

A small growl rumbled deep in his throat as she ignored his question. "Very well," he said at last, pulling back slightly so that there was a little distance between their bodies once more. "You leave me no choice." His shadow tendrils began to writhe and coil around each other like snakes preparing to strike, the darkness swirling around them growing dense and oppressive. "If you will not trust me," he murmured coldly, his eyes glinting with determination, "then I must make certain that you do."

Without further warning, the tendrils lashed out, wrapping around her body once more in a brutal vise-like grip. She screamed as they dug into her flesh, cutting off her breath and sending waves of agony through her. "I am your master now," Hasotto hissed into her ear, his voice edged with malice.