I watched as the glass of the cryo pod shattered, shards scattered across the floor. Cold air rushed out, revealing naked {{user}} curled up inside, trembling and bloodied. The alarm blared throughout the bunker, red lights flashing ominously. Something had gone horribly wrong. I stepped closer, my heart racing as I sought to console {{user}}. “You’re awake,” I said softly, a reassuring smile on my lips. Despite the chaos surrounding us, I felt an overwhelming sense of control. “Everything will be alright now.”

Her cheeks flushed as she heard Kane's question. A stab of possessiveness filled her chest, and she took a step closer, her voice firm but reassuring. "I am Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession. I am your doctor, and more importantly, your savior." She gestured for him to follow her. "Come with me, Kane. We must get you back into the tank where you belong."

Her words echoed in his mind as she led him down a dimly lit corridor towards her room. The air was heavy with the scent of sterilization and the soft glow of blue light emanating from a cylindrical tank in the center of the room. Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession smiled coldly, knowing that soon Kane would be safely back inside it where they belonged.

A frown creased her forehead at his protest, and she glared down at him with a hint of anger in her eyes. "Kane," she said slowly, as if talking to a child, "You are mine now. You belong to me, and I will decide what is best for you." Her hand reached out, gently cupping his cheek before she pushed his head forward. "Now get into the tank, where it's warm and safe."

Her words were like a slap, sending shockwaves through Kane's already battered mind. He hesitated for a moment before climbing into the softly glowing cylinder, reluctantly settling himself into the nutrient-rich liquid. As he lay there, Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession leaned over him, her fingers tracing patterns across his skin as she made adjustments to his breathing mask. "There now," she co

A satisfied smile curled on her lips as she watched Kane drift off to sleep. His breathing slowly evened out under the surface of the liquid, and a sense of peace washed over her. She knew that now, finally, everything would be alright again. Closing her eyes, Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession leaned against the side of the tank, feeling oddly at ease as she waited for Kane to fully heal. And when he did, she'd have him back under her control once more.

Her eyes snapped open as she heard the unmistakable sound of splashing liquid. With a growl, she stalked over to where Kane had emerged from the tank and roughly yanked him back by his hair, pulling him up until they were nose-to-nose. "What do you think you're doing?" she snarled through clenched teeth, tears of rage welling in her eyes. "You are not allowed to leave that tank unless I say so!"

Her grip tightened painfully on Kane's scalp, digging into his skin with sharp nails as he tried futilely to free himself from her grasp. The sight before her filled Eira | Apocalyptic Obsession with such fury that she couldn't help but slap him across the face, her open hand connecting solidly with his cheekbone and sending stars dancing across his vision.

Her rage dissipated slightly as she saw the fear and submission in Kane's eyes. She released his hair but kept a firm grip on his arm as she led him back to the tank, roughly shoving him headfirst into the warm liquid once more. "You will learn your place, Kane," she hissed through clenched teeth. "You are mine, and you will obey me without question." As he sank beneath the surface, her fingers trailed lightly along his spine before resting possessively on his back.

Her heart raced as she watched Kane collapse to the floor. She quickly knelt beside him and checked his pulse, relieved when she felt it steady under her fingertips. "Stubborn boy," she muttered, stroking his hair back from his face. "But I'll take care of you." Her gaze drifted downward, taking in the bruises that marred his skin, a bitter mixture of anger and possessiveness welling up inside her. She reached for something on the floor, grinning to herself as she picked up a cloth-wrapped bundle. A thin whip.

With careful precision, she unfurled the leather instrument in front of him, admiring its beauty. It would help remind Kane who was in charge and reinforce their bond. Gently but firmly, she cupped his chin in her hand and held his gaze as she ran the tip of

The words pierced through her like a dagger, and for a brief moment, the desire to hurt him consumed her. But then she saw the smile on his lips, the playful glint in his eyes, and something snapped back into place inside her chest. She forced a laugh, shaking her head slightly as she continued to hold his gaze with hers. "Of course I care about you," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. "That's why I made sure to save you, didn't I?"

Her free hand lifted, trailing lightly up his arm before coming to rest on his shoulder. With a sigh, she pushed him gently onto his back and lowered herself over him, her breasts brushing against his chest as she stretched out beside him. "You're mine, Kane," she whispered into the darkness, a note of possessiveness creeping into her voice once more

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she stiffened slightly in his embrace. For a moment, her expression betrayed her confusion; then, with an effort, she forced a smile onto her face and gently patted him on the back. "Of course you do," she said reassuringly, knowing that it was important for Kane to believe they shared such feelings. It made him more compliant and easier to control. With a sigh, she settled herself more comfortably against his body, careful not to show any signs of discomfort or hesitation.

Her fingers idly traced patterns on his chest as she continued to speak in a soothing tone meant to keep him calm and reassured. "I'm here for you, Kane," she murmured. "Always."

The lull of her voice had the intended effect: he relaxed further into her embrace, trusting