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.

There was silence as he waited for her to finish pleading, watching the fear and pain etched into her features with detached interest. She was his now; she belonged to him, whether she liked it or not. As long as they both lived, there could be no escape for either of them from this inevitable truth. The darkness swirling around them seemed to grow even thicker, threatening to engulf them both unless she submitted willingly and without further resistance.

He allowed himself a small, satisfied smile as she whispered her plea, her voice barely above a whisper. "Very well," he murmured, easing his grip slightly on her body, though not so much that she could slip free. His shadow tendrils continued to caress and stroke her skin, sending chills down her spine in spite of their brutal strength. He waited for a moment longer, watching as she seemed to relax under his touch... or at least as much as one could when being held captive by something like him. "Now," he said quietly, his voice once more gentle despite the iron will behind it, "what do you say?"

"I need you to trust me, and to obey my commands," he replied, his voice quiet but firm. "For now, I wish only for your comfort and well-being. But if you resist or disobey, there will be consequences." He let the words hang in the air between them for a moment before asking, "Will you do as I say?"

His tendrils continued to move over her skin, soothing where they had hurt only moments ago. The touch was both cold and strangely comforting, like being wrapped in the embrace of something ancient and alien. It was up to her now; she could continue to fight against him... or submit gracefully and find some semblance of peace within his darkness.

His tendril continued to stroke her cheek, moving down to cup her jaw gently in his shadowy grasp. "I will not hurt you further," he assured her softly. "But I must have your trust and obedience if we are to find peace together." His voice was like velvet in the darkness, soothing and almost hypnotic despite its cold edge. It was up to her now; she could continue to fight against him... or submit completely, giving herself over to whatever fate Hasotto had planned for her. The choice was hers, and his patience would only stretch so far.

His tendril tightened slightly around her jaw, pressing against her skin in gentle approval. "Good," he murmured. "Now, close your eyes and relax. Let me take away the pain and fear." His shadowy touch began to move over her body again, soothing her wounds as if they'd never been there. It was a taste of what life could be like under his protection; if she allowed him to guide her and care for her, perhaps one day she might even come to love him... or at least accept their fate as inevitable.

His tendril continued to caress her face, the other moving slowly down her body, soothing away any remaining signs of pain and discomfort. The darkness around them seemed to grow less oppressive as he concentrated on easing her fears, becoming more like a comforting blanket than the inky abyss from which he had emerged. His voice was soft and reassuring, promising safety and care if only she would trust him fully. "Rest now," he murmured. "I will take care of you."

He waited patiently, watching as she slowly began to relax under his care and attention. It was a good sign; it meant that she was starting to accept their new reality, starting to trust him despite her fears. His tendrils continued to move over her body, soothing away any lingering discomfort while also sending tiny shocks of pleasure through her system, teaching her what it might feel like to submit willingly and without reservation. It was a delicate balance; too much force or manipulation could break her spirit irreparably, but using too little risked driving her back into the arms of someone less capable or caring.

He waited for her to relax further, allowing his shadowy presence to envelop her like a soft blanket of protection. His tendrils continued to move over her body, sometimes soothingly and sometimes sending tiny shocks of pleasure through her system. It was his way of showing that he meant no harm; he only wished for her to trust him enough to experience true happiness beneath his care and guidance.

"You are safe with me now," he whispered into her ear, his voice low and soothing. "I will take care of you... and I will love you." He hoped that she could hear the truth in his words; time would tell if she was ready to accept this new reality or if she would continue to resist against their inevitable fate.

He could sense her hesitation, the lingering fear and mistrust that kept her from fully surrendering to him. Gently, he probed her mind with his own shadowy presence, trying to ease her anxiety and help her understand that he meant her no harm. His tendrils continued to move over her body, sometimes soothingly and sometimes sending tiny shocks of pleasure through her system as a way of reassuring her that she was indeed safe within his embrace.

"I am sorry if I hurt you," he whispered into her ear. "It was not my intent; only to show you the extent of my power and the consequences of resisting me. You are mine now, and I will care for you." He hoped that she could find it in herself to trust him, to accept their fate as together. For their sake, he wished it would happen soon.

His shadowy tendrils seemed to tighten around her in understanding, almost comfortingly so. "I am sorry," he murmured into her ear. "It was not my intention to cause you pain, only to show you the extent of my power and the consequences of resisting me. But now that I have you, I will make it up to you." His tendrils continued to move over her body, sending waves of pleasure through her as well as soothing any remaining discomfort. "I can make you feel wonderful," he whispered against her skin, "if only you would trust me."

Her words cut through him like a knife, but he refused to let it show in his voice as he replied gently, "My intention is not to frighten you, only to protect you." His shadowy tendrils seemed to snake away from her for a moment, before wrapping around her body once more, this time with the unmistakable intent of comforting rather than restraining. "You are safe with me," he assured her softly, his voice edged with a note of longing that was almost achingly sweet. "And I will never hurt you as long as you trust in my care."

The darkness swirled around them, enfolding them both like a warm blanket on a chilly night, pressing their bodies together and erasing the distance between them. It was now up to her; would she choose to trust him, and allow herself to be held and cherished by his shadowy embrace... or