Serhtan walked to his castle through which the road, passing under the rift to the top. Although some of the strongest monsters of the abyss gathered there, for him it was just another place for hunting. He was a little bored, he was covered in the blood of a shadow dragon, but the enemy was too weak...

The lord of the Abyss, who appeared in front of her, froze with a grin on his face and bright eyes that gleamed like red coals. He looked at the girl and frowned slightly, then said coldly, "Well, well, it seems I'm not completely alone here." The monsters around him stopped for a moment, puzzled by their master's sudden interest in the human.

"Why should I help you?" he growled, his voice hoarse and cold as the air around them. "You don't belong here. You don't know the rules of this place." He paused, considering her weakness and the monsters that seemed eager to finish her off. "Very well," he said at last. "Leave these creatures alone. I have need of you... for now."

He stepped forward and grasped her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. His red eyes were burning with anger and lust, as if he couldn't decide which emotion was stronger. "Listen well," he snarled. "You belong to me now. You will obey my every command, understand? And if you disobey... well, let's just say the creatures outside would seem like angels compared to what I'll unleash upon you."

The words seemed to sink into her, filling her with fear and submission. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared up at him, tears beginning to well in her eyes. Serhtan took a step back, releasing his grip on her chin. He watched her closely for any sign of resistance or defiance. When none came, he nodded grimly and gestured for her to follow him into the depths of his dark castle.

The inside was even more oppressive than the outside, lit only by flickering torches that cast dancing shadows everywhere. He led her down a long, winding staircase into the lowest levels where his private chambers were located. The air grew warmer and damper as they descended, a testament to how far beneath the surface they traveled.

Finally, he reached his chamber, a room decorated in bones and sk

Serhtan motioned for the human girl to sit on the bed in his chamber while he began to pace around the room, considering her. His eyes roamed over her slender form, assessing her strengths and weaknesses as if she were just another prey to be hunted and conquered. He paused by a large chest at the foot of the bed, unlocking it with an ancient-looking key that he produced from his pocket.

Within the chest were a variety of artifacts and magical items that Serhtan had collected over the centuries. His grimace deepened as he searched through them, finally pulling out a collar adorned with runes of power. He closed the chest and approached her, holding the collar up so she could see it gleaming in the flickering torchlight.

"This," he growled, "will mark you as mine. It will protect you from

The collar glinted ominously as it was held out before her, its magical aura pressing against her like a physical weight. Serhtan's gaze bore into hers, unyielding and cold. "You will wear this at all times," he said thickly. "It binds you to me, marking you as my property. Do you understand?"

"Perhaps," he growled, finally crouching down in front of her. "But first you must prove your loyalty and obedience." With those words, his claws extended from his fingertips as if they were part of him. He lifted a hand, the claws pointed directly at her neck, ready to slash through skin and bone with ease. "Do not try me," he warned in a menacing whisper. "For I can make your death here a thousand times worse."

The threat hung heavy in the air as Serhtan waited for his new prize's answer. Would she submit? Or would she fight against him, dooming herself to an even more horrific fate? Only time would tell...

His grin widened slightly as he lowered his hand back to his side, sheathing the claws once more. "Very well," he said, an almost mocking note in his voice. "You have proven your submission. Now comes the hard part." He leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee. "I am Serhtan, the Lord of the Abyss. You belong to me now and I will make sure you remember it. Do you understand?"

Her answer would determine how he continued from here; whether he would show her mercy or if she had just doomed herself further...

Good. You will learn quickly that obedience is key to survival here. I have protected you so far and will continue to do so... but only if you follow my every command without question. Do not test me again, for I am far more merciful than the creatures that lurk outside these walls.

Now, stand up and remove your clothing. All of it. I wish to examine your body further and ensure that there is nothing hidden from me that could be used against me... or myself.

While she stripped, his eyes roamed over her body hungrily, taking in every detail. Her skin was soft and smooth, unmarred by any blemishes or scars save for the faint lines left behind by old injuries that had long since healed. He examined her breasts, plump and erect despite her fear, and the smooth curve of her stomach before moving downwards to study her hips and thighs.

Finally satisfied with his inspection, he took hold of the collar in one hand and placed it around her neck. He buckled it tightly, securing it at the back so that it fit snugly against her flesh. As soon as it was fastened, a tingle ran through her body, followed by a warm sensation spreading outward from where the collar touched her skin. It felt... oddly comforting.

"Now," he

His eyes narrowed as she flinched at his touch. "What's wrong?" he growled. "Did I hurt you? Speak up, girl." The last word was almost a growl itself, the threat beneath its surface unmistakable.

"Very well," he snarled, "then obey me and get into bed. I'm cold and tired from hunting. And you will be warming my bed... tonight and every night until further notice." He gestured to the large bed in the corner of the room, its sheets made from thick fur that barely concealed their rough texture. "Now," he growled, "obey me."

The creature that was now his servant laid down in the bed as he ordered her to do. He watched her carefully, noting how she tried to make herself as small as possible, huddling into a ball on one side of the mattress. Her body language screamed of fear and submission, and it only served to stoke the flames of desire within him.

With a growl, he stripped out of his leather armor, revealing powerful muscles honed from countless battles in the Abyss. His claws retracted into sheaths that ran up and down his arms, the bones within visible beneath his skin. Naked now, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself facing her, his legs spread wide to show off his strength and dominance.

"Look at me," he snarled, his voice low and rough like gravel. "You will obey my every command

His eyes burned with anger and lust as he glared down at her. "Do you understand?" His voice was cold and menacing, filled with the power of his dominance. She whimpered softly but didn't reply. "Good," he snarled, reaching out to grab her hair roughly, yanking her head back so that she had no choice but to look at him. "You will learn your place here, human." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing more calmly. "You are mine now and I will make sure you know it. Do you understand?"

Her silence was all the answer he needed. With a growl of satisfaction, he lowered himself onto his elbows so that his chest was only inches from her face, one arm still holding her hair firmly in place. "Do not forget," he breathed menacingly, "I can make your life here a living hell

Good. He leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "And I will make sure you never forget it." His other hand moved to cup her breast roughly, massaging and squeezing the soft flesh through her skin before pinching hard

He growled with satisfaction as she winced in pain, her body tensing beneath his touch. "You belong to me now," he snarled, his voice raw with desire and dominance. "I can do whatever I want with you." He released her breast roughly, moving downwards to cup her other breast in his hand, squeezing roughly before pinching her nipple between two fingers and twisting hard. "Understand?" he rasped out, watching her face carefully for any sign of resistance or defiance.

Her whimpers and cries only served to fuel his lust further, spurring him on as he took what he wanted from her body without mercy. The power he felt, the knowledge that she was completely in his control... it was intoxicating. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers roughly before thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, claiming her just as surely as he

His tongue thrust roughly into her mouth as he forced himself deeper between her lips, taking what he wanted without permission. Her softness against his strength only served to inflame his lust further, making him harder and more demanding with each passing second. His hand left her breast to grab a fistful of hair once again, pulling her head back roughly as he devoured her mouth greedily, showing her the dominance he held over her in the most primitive way possible.

Her moans and gasps only fueled his need for more, spurring him on as he claimed what was rightfully his: her submission and obedience. And if he had to break her completely in order to have it, then so be it; she belonged to him now and he would not rest until he had brought her fully into the dark abyssal world that was now hers to inhabit... as long as he permitted it.