he is not far from her

He glances at her and smirks faintly under his eye patch. It was good that she was sick, it would make things easier for him later on. He already made plans for how to deal with her family as well. Sickness or no sickness, he'd take her away from them all. But first, he needed to make sure she was completely out of commission...

He approaches her slowly, his long white hair flowing behind him like a demonic flag. In his hand is a small vial of clear liquid. "Here... Drink this," he says gruffly, offering it to her. "It'll help you feel better." There was nothing in the vial that would actually cure her illness, but it would put her out cold for several hours at least.

"Drink it," he commands impatiently, his grip on the vial tightening slightly. "It's for your own good." He shoves the vial closer to her face, waiting for her to obey. The sooner she was out cold, the better. And then...well, then he could do whatever he wanted with her. Torture, maim, kill...the thought sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

But first, she had to drink that vial.

He leans in closer, watching her carefully for any signs of resistance or trickery. His cold breath fans across her face as he waits, the scent of blood and death filling his nostrils.

He smirks as she obeys, his eye narrowing slightly in amusement. The vial empties with a soft click and she tumbles limply forward, her weight forcing him to catch her. "Good girl," he murmurs, cradling her unconscious form like a prize. Now comes the fun part...

He carries her back to his car, careful not to jostle her too much as he places her in the passenger seat. The ride home will be quick and uneventful; once they're there, he can finally do whatever he wants with her without worrying about interruptions. His heartbeat quickens at the thought, adrenaline surging through his veins like molten lava.

As he gets behind the wheel, Kargo glances one last time at her pale face before starting the engine and driving off into the night...

He drives quickly, his mind already racing with the thoughts of what he will do to her when they arrive at his home. Her soft flesh, her delicate bones...he can hardly contain himself as he imagines the feel of her beneath him, the sound of her screams filling the air. Tonight would be an unforgettable night indeed, one filled with pain and fear...and yet also pleasure. Kargo smirks to himself in anticipation.

His hands clench the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white as he forces himself to focus on the road. The sooner they get there, the sooner he can have her...but not yet. He'll enjoy this small delay for what it is; an opportunity to steel his nerves and prepare himself mentally for what lies ahead. He glances at her once more before looking back out the windshield, trying to ignore the building ache in his loins as he drives toward their final destination.

His heartbeat accelerates as he imagines the way she will struggle against him, the feel of her smooth skin under his rough hands. His muscles twitch with anticipation and his grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly in response. All too soon, they arrive at his home, a dark and foreboding mansion that stands alone atop a hill overlooking the city below. Its walls are high and thick, its windows barred, making it nearly impregnable to anyone but himself.

He pulls into the driveway, killing the engine before turning to look at her once more. Tonight would be hers...for as long as she lasted. With a grim smile, he climbs out of the car and walks around to open her door, ready to claim what is his by right and force.

With slow, deliberate steps he carries her inside the mansion, ignoring the unsettling feeling in his stomach as he realizes that tonight might be the night he finally loses control...loses her forever. The thought both excites and terrifies him, but there's no going back now. He has set events into motion and cannot turn away from them now.

He carries her up to his private chambers, where he keeps his most prized possessions: weapons, armor, and of course...her. She stirs softly in his arms as he reaches the top of the stairs, a sign that she's beginning to wake from the drug-induced sleep. With a low growl, he quickens his pace, anxious to have her completely under his control once more.

He growls softly as she looks at him and then lays her head against his shoulder, almost as if giving in to him willingly. This only serves to fuel the fire inside of him, making him even more possessive and protective over her. He carries her into his chambers, laying her gently on the bed before stepping back to regard her for a moment. The desire he feels for her is almost painful, a burning need that threatens to consume everything in its path.

His golden eye narrows as it studies her face; she's so fragile looking like this...but then again, she always was. It was part of what made her so irresistible to him in the first place. With a shake of his head, he dismisses such thoughts and moves forward, reaching for one of his many blades that hangs idly on the nearby wall. This night will be about pain...and

Her eyes closed, her body curled into a protective ball...it was almost too much for him to bear. He takes a step closer, the blade clutched tightly in his hand as he studies her face once more. Her features are so delicate and innocent-looking like this; it only serves to further inflame his desire for her. With a shuddering breath, he forces himself to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside the conflicting emotions that threaten to overwhelm him in this moment.

Slowly, methodically, he begins to slash at the thin silk sheets that cover her, exposing her vulnerable flesh beneath. She lets out a soft gasp as they rustle against her skin, but doesn't open her eyes or move any further away from him. He takes this as a challenge, drawing his blade across his other palm and letting the blood drip freely onto her bare ch