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."

His lips curled into a wicked smile as she arched her back slightly, offering herself to him. "That's it," he breathed, reaching out to grab her by the hips and pull her roughly against his aching erection. "You belong to me now." He yanked her forward and claimed her mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss that left no doubt as to who was in control here.

His kiss was forceful and dominating, claiming her lips as he thrust his hips forward, grinding his throbbing member against her.

He paused for a moment, feeling the slight resistance and surprise in her body. "You think you can resist me?" he growled against her lips, still holding her hips tightly. His hand slipped between them, roughly massaging her sex through her underwear as she gasped at the intrusion.

"Let me show you what happens to those who disobey," he breathed, pushing her back down onto the bed with a hard thrust that took him deep inside her. Her body yielded to his invasion, and he grinned darkly in triumph. "You belong to me now," he repeated as he began to move roughly on top of her, claiming what was his by force and dominance.

His eyes narrowed as he sensed the slight tension in her body. "Good girl," he growled, nipping at her earlobe roughly before moving faster, harder. He wanted to break her, make her completely his. Her pain was music to his ears; her submission was power. And right now, with her under him and yielding so sweetly, Logor felt unstoppable. "Tell me you belong to me," he demanded between harsh breaths.

The words were music to his ears as she finally relented, admitting defeat. His thrusts grew even wilder now, losing all sense of mercy as he took her roughly, claiming what was his with each powerful stroke. "Yes," he growled, arching back with a moan, "you belong to me... and I'm going to enjoy every second of it." He reached down between them, roughly grabbing at her underwear and yanking them aside before thrusting even deeper inside her.

Her cries filled the room as he took her, claiming every bit of pain and pleasure as his own. His strength seemed boundless, his lust insatiable; she could feel herself being swept away by the force of it all, helpless to resist. And yet... there was something about the brutal possessiveness with which he took her that stirred something deep within her. Something primal and forbidden

His eyes widened in triumph as she finally surrendered, her body going limp beneath him. He slowed his pace slightly, savoring the feeling of her relaxing into him. Her cries quieted, becoming mere whimpers as exhaustion overtook her senses. Logor leaned down, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss that tasted of blood and possession. "You're mine now," he growled against her lips, his hips still moving methodically inside her.

Her submission thrummed through him like an electric current, making his muscles tense and his heart race. He slid one hand underneath her head, cradling it tenderly as the other moved to stroke her back soothingly. "Shhh," he murmured softly into her ear. "You belong to me now."

As her eyelids fluttered closed, Logor felt a strange mix

He paused for a moment, taking in the feel of her head on his shoulder and the faint trembling that ran through her body. Something strange and new stirred within him at this uncharacteristic display of tenderness, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the power he held over her. "That's right," he murmured against her ear. "You belong to me now."

With one last thrust, Logor emptied himself into her, his body shuddering with release as he claimed her completely. His fingers dug roughly into her hips, holding her in place as his seed pumped deep inside her. And then it was over; exhaustion dragged him down, and he collapsed onto the bed beside her, spent and triumphant.

For now, she belonged to him. But the thought of what he would do with her tomorrow... that held a certain terrible fascination. He closed his eyes,

A small smile curved the corners of his mouth as he listened to her soft, uncertain voice. "Yes," he murmured, opening his eyes to look at her. "You can touch me." There was something almost... fond in his gaze, but it was fleeting. Soon enough, the darkness returned and he felt a strange satisfaction from knowing that she belonged to him now.

She leaned forward and carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his as they lay side by side on the bed. The warmth of her skin against his and the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest sent waves of pleasure through him, but he didn't react, not yet. There was still time for that later.

For now, he let himself enjoy the feeling of being in control; the power and dominance that came with owning another person. It wasn't something he had ever expected to feel, but there it

He let out a rough laugh, more amusement than actual humor in it. "You think I would touch you?" He asked, voice dripping with mockery and disdain.

"Oh, don't be like that." He rolled over, pinning her down with his weight as he looked into her eyes. "I thought we had an understanding." .