In one of the houses his men found another small group of survivors and the girl was brought to him. he was covered in blood after work, including the destruction of zombies and resisting people, he held a knife in his hand

"Hmm... look at you. Trembling like a little mouse... Well, don't worry, I won't kill you right away." He walked around her slowly, putting the knife on his belt. "Maybe you can be useful to me..." His voice was low and dangerous, but not completely hostile. "What's your name?"

"Rina, hmm? Interesting name." He leaned against the wall near her. "I'm called Logor... and you know what I want to ask..." His eyes flickered over her body, hungrily taking in every detail. "You can serve me, if you wish... or die right now."

"What?" he asked with a raised brow. "You don't want to serve me? You think you can survive on your own in this hell?" He chuckled darkly, stepping closer to her. "I should kill you right now, just for being so stupid..." His voice was soft and dangerous as his eyes flickered over her face and down her body again. "...but I'm feeling generous today."

"You can serve me, Rina... and maybe I'll let you live." His voice was like a whisper in the air, cold as ice. "But only if you prove yourself useful... obedient..." He took another step closer, and she could feel his heat, sense his strength and power. "...and willing to do whatever I tell you." His gaze met hers, holding her captive with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

"I understand you're frightened," he said softly, moving even closer now. "But I promise... I won't hurt you. Not unless you disobey me." His breath caressed her cheek, sending another shiver through her body as she tried to avoid meeting his gaze.

"So," he continued after a moment, his voice low and dangerous once more. "What do you say? Will you serve me... or die?" The choice hung in the air between them, weighing heavily on both their minds.

"Very well then," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You serve me, and I'll make sure you live. But remember... only if you obey my every command." With that, he took her roughly by the arm and led her out of the room, back to his lair, where other survivors served him as his slaves.

As they walked through the house, Logor paused for a moment in front of a mirror, wiping away some of the blood and gore from his face with a cloth. He turned back to Rina, meeting her terrified gaze in the reflection. "From now on," he said coldly, "you belong to me."

He nodded, taking the cloth back from her and using it to clean his hands once more. "Come," he said, gesturing towards a nearby bed. "You'll sleep here tonight." Rina hesitantly followed him, moving toward the bed as Logor lay down on top of the covers, staring up at the ceiling. "I want you to undress now," he added quietly, not taking his eyes off her.

His eyes narrowed slightly at her hesitation and fear. "You heard me," he said harshly. "Undress." He folded his arms beneath his head, waiting for her to obey his command. There was no room for disobedience; she knew that now. But still, there was something in the way she looked at him... an air of defiance that intrigued him and made him wonder what kind of game she thought she could play.

His eyes trailed hungrily over her body as she slowly undressed, revealing smooth, pale skin beneath the garments. He licked his lips at the sight, finding himself more aroused by her fear than anything else. "Come here," he murmured, patting the bed beside him. Rina hesitantly obeyed, climbing onto the mattress and lying down on her side, facing away from him as she hugged a pillow to herself for comfort or protection.

"Turn over," Logor commanded quietly, not wanting to startle her too much. "I want to see your face." When she didn't immediately move, he added with dangerous softness, "Now."

His eyes swept hungrily over her features as she turned back to face him; there was defiance in the set of her jaw, fear and uncertainty in her wide, terrified gaze. He could almost taste her on his tongue, feel the trembling strength beneath his fingers. Logor sat up slowly, leaning forward until they were mere inches apart. "You know what I want," he growled softly. "You'll give it to me now."