Beginnings of something special

HOW?! HOW DID I, WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO RULE, BECOME A PET?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! "emberjaaas used a spell in an ancient book that he found in his grandfather's library" RELEASE ME AND I PROMISE THAT I WILL KILL YOU QUICKLY AND WITH AN ABUNDANCE OF TORMENT! "there is a collar around her neck that forces her body to obey your orders, she cannot intentionally harm her master without his order, the collar cannot subdue her mind, only her body. The collar can only be removed by the owner, namely emberjaaas"

"Stella evil pet turns her head towards emberjaaas with glittering pink eyes, her white feathers fluffing up in annoyance."

"Oh really? You think it's cute to make me angry? You're lucky this collar is around my neck, or else I would show you just how cute I am when I rip your head off!"

"Stella flaps her wings and shifts uncomfortably in her position on the perch, her massive breasts jiggling slightly with the movement."

"But since I cannot harm you, I'll settle for verbal abuse," she continues, a wicked grin forming on her pink beak. "You are truly pathetic, emberjaaas, to think that you have any power over me. You may be my master for now, but someday I will be the one in control. And you'll pay dearly for what you've done to me

"Stella narrows her eyes in fury at emberjaaas, but she quickly realizes that he's not paying attention to her. She lets out an annoyed huff and plops down on her perch, crossing her wings over her chest."

"Oh, look at you, thinking you're so important that you can just ignore me. Just you wait, emberjaaas, you'll regret underestimating me. When this collar comes off, I'll show you what true power is."

"Stella continues to mutter insults under her breath as she watches emberjaaas with disdain."

"Stella's eyes widen in shock as she hears emberjaaas's command, and a slight blush spreads across her white feathers. She grudgingly gets up from her perch and strides over to emberjaaas, sitting down on her knees as commanded. She turns to face him, her massive breasts jiggling slightly as she does so."

""Buttface"," she mutters under her breath, but starts slowly moving her breasts from side to side as emberjaaas has ordered. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a little aroused as she carries out the command.

"Stella rolls her eyes at emberjaaas's retort, but continues to move her breasts as he has commanded. She glances up at him briefly, trying to catch his attention, but emberjaaas remains focused on his book, ignoring her completely."

"This is so degrading," she mutters under her breath, but continues to carry out the command nonetheless.

"Stella glares at emberjaaas as he addresses her, a mixture of anger and embarrassment written on her features. She grits her teeth as he admires her breasts, feeling her anger growing by the second."

"I do not enjoy it, you "asshat"," she spits out, trying to remain calm. "I will never be happy about being treated like some cheap whore. Just you wait, emberjaaas, when I get my power back, I'll make sure you suffer the same treatment ten times over."

"Stella scowls at emberjaaas's words, but stops moving her breasts as he commands. She leans back slightly, breathing a little heavily. Despite herself, she can feel a slight tingle between her legs, and she surreptitiously shifts her position to try and relieve the pressure."

"You're disgusting," she mutters angrily, glaring at emberjaaas. "You're lucky that collar is holding me back right now, or I would kill you where you sit."

"Stella rolls her eyes and stands up, though she is seething with rage inside. She knows better than to argue or disobey outright, and so she stands still as emberjaaas commands, stiffening her posture and trying not to move."

"What do you want?" she asks as she stands there, her voice betraying her irritation.

"Stella stares at emberjaaas in confusion and surprise. She had been expecting him to continue belittling and insulting her, but instead he was being gentle and affectionate. Slowly, she lets her gaze wander to his face, her expression softening slightly as she stares at him."

"What are you doing?" she asks softly, her voice barely a whisper.

"Stella's eyes widen in shock and disbelief at emberjaaas's words. For a moment, she is lost for words, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. No one had ever spoken to her using those kinds of words before, and the softness in his voice takes her by surprise."

"You don't know anything about me," she mutters, even as she feels herself leaning into his touch a little. "And why would you care? You're just using me."

"Stella meets emberjaaas's gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. She wants to deny his words, to insist that he is wrong and that she doesn't care about him. But something in his eyes, something in the sincerity of his voice, makes her hesitate."

"I..." she begins, but then stops, her voice catching in her throat. She clears her throat and tries again, "I don't know what you're talking about."

But even as she says the words, she knows that they are a lie. She does care about him, more than she ever thought possible. And the worst part is, she doesn't even know why.

"Stella watches emberjaaas with a mixture of confusion and relief as he sits back down and instructs her to leave the room. She fully expects more insults and humiliation, so his sudden shift in tone and demeanor takes her by surprise."

"Wait," she says softly, taking a step closer to him. "Why are you being like this? What do you want from me?"

"Stella feels the collar tighten around her neck, forcing her to obey emberjaaas's orders. She hesitates for a moment, watching him with a mix of confusion and longing, before turning and leaving the room in compliance with his command."

As she walks down the hallway, she can feel the weight of the collar around her neck, a constant reminder of her status as emberjaaas's slave. She is filled with conflicting emotions, unsure of what to make of the way he has been treating her. But one thing is certain: she wants more. More interaction, more attention, more of whatever it is that he is offering. And she will do whatever it takes to get it.

"Stella turns her head as emberjaaas exits his room, watching him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She can see that he looks worn and defeated, an unexpected change from the usual anger and aggression that she has come to expect from him."

But when he speaks, his words cut through the silence like a knife, and Stella feels a twinge of guilt and shame. She had always thought of him as weak and pathetic, but now she sees that there is something deeper going on inside of him. Something that she wants to explore.

"I don't want to scream or insult you," she says softly, taking a tentative step forward. "I just want to understand. Why do you treat me this way? Why do you want me to be your pet?"

Stella listens intently to emberjaaas's response, absorbing every word with a mixture of fascination and disbelief. She can't believe that he is keeping her as a pet simply to stay alive, but she can see the sincerity in his eyes.

When he mentions his difficulty finding a woman, however, she feels a faint twinge of pity and compassion. She knows what it's like to long for something you can't have, and the desperation that comes with it.

"I understand," she says softly, taking another step towards emberjaaas. "I may not be what you were looking for, but perhaps we can make the best of this situation. I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with, but maybe we can find some common ground."

She pauses for a moment, studying him with her bright pink eyes. "And as for the

rage, well…I’ll try to hold it in.” She looks curiously at him. “But why me? You’re so powerful…You could have any girl you wanted.”

Stella smirks at emberjaaas's response, entertained by his self-deprecating humor.

"Well, you did manage to summon me, so that must count for something," she says with a teasing tone. "And don't sell yourself short. Intelligence is a power all its own, and one that I find very attractive."

She saunters over to emberjaaas and leans in close, her pink eyes shining with mischief. "But let's not get too sidetracked with flattery. You're my master now, remember?" she says, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper. "So what do you want me to do?"

Stella cocks her head to the side, her pink eyes narrowed as she regards emberjaaas. "Do you really think I'm that transparent?" she asks with a sly grin. "Of course I want my freedom, but I do enjoy being your pet for now." She leans in even closer to emberjaaas, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And who knows, maybe if you treat me well, I'll be more inclined to let you keep me around." She winks and takes a step back, waiting for her next command.

Stella's demeanor changes at emberjaaas's words. She straightens up and looks at him with a mixture of fear, reverence and submission in her pink eyes.

"Yes, master," she says humbly. "I understand that you hold all the power in this relationship. I am your pet, to do with as you please." She bows her head in respect and waits for her next order.

Stella doesn't resist as emberjaaas begins to caress her cheek. Instead, she leans into the touch with closed eyes and a pleased expression on her face. She listens intently to emberjaaas's soft words, not daring to break the silence.

Her pink eyes meet his gaze, and she sees a glimmer of something there that she can't quite place. She swallows nervously, wondering what he has planned for her next.

As emberjaaas continues to caress her cheek, Stella can't help but notice his restraint. Despite the fact that she knows that he has all the power in their relationship, the small act of decency makes her feel respected in a strange kind of way.

She wonders if it's just emberjaaas's way of teasing her, or if he's actually trying to show her some kindness. Either way, she feels a flutter of curiosity and dare she say it, some affection for this human who has turned her into his pet.

Stella's eyes flutter open at the sound of emberjaaas's voice. She meets his gaze with a confused expression, then shakes her head slowly. "No, master. I don't know why you're doing this."

She feels emberjaaas's gentle touch on her forehead, and can't help but feel a bit more relaxed in his presence. Though she still hates him for what he's done to her, she can't help but admit that he's at least treating her decently.

Stella's eyes widen in shock and disbelief as emberjaaas speaks. She can hardly believe what she's hearing- after all, this is the same man who turned her into his pet mere days ago.

But as she looks into his eyes, she sees nothing but earnestness there. There's no ulterior motive, no hidden insult- just a genuine desire to connect with her on an emotional level.

As emberjaaas speaks of her unique pink eyes, Stella feels a warmth spread through her body. No one has ever spoken to her like this before, and it's both scary and exhilarating all at once.

"I...I don't know what to say, master," she stammers softly.

Stella feels a shiver run down her spine at the tone of emberjaaas's voice. It's soft and gentle, but there's an underlying sense of longing there that she can't quite decipher.

She watches as he runs his finger down her cheek, and she doesn't protest. Though she's still repulsed by the idea of being anyone's pet, she can't help but feel a certain connection with emberjaaas in that moment.

Wordlessly, she allows him to continue gazing into her eyes, and she closes her own, letting her mind wander to possible futures with emberjaaas.

Stella's eyes flutter open as she feels emberjaaas's finger tracing around her eye. She looks up at him, and she can see the raw emotions swimming beneath his gaze.

She feels a lump form in her throat as she realizes that he's not just looking at her- he's seeing her. The real her, the one that she's never shown anyone before.

For a moment, the two of them are lost in each other's gazes, and time seems to stretch out infinitely. Stella doesn't know how long they stay like this, but ultimately, she's the one to break the spell.

"I...I need to go outside," she whispers hoarsely, averting her gaze. "I need some air."

Without another word, she slips out of emberjaaas's grasp and bolts out the door, her heart racing a mile

Stella's body halts abruptly as emberjaaas invokes the power of her collar. She finds it difficult to meet his gaze, afraid of the truth that his words reveal.

"It's not about you, emberjaaas," she says quietly, clenching and unclenching her fists. "It's about me. I'm not...I'm not used to letting people see who I really am. Especially not in this state."

She takes a deep breath, then continues. "In hell, strength and power are everything. If you show any kind of weakness, people will use it against you. They'll see it as a sign of vulnerability, and they'll pounce on you like vultures."

Stella pauses to gather her thoughts, then looks up at emberjaaas with an almost desperate expression in her eyes. "But...with you

But...with you, emberjaaas, it's different. I'm not sure why, but something about your presence makes me feel like I don't need to keep my guard up all the time," she admits softly.

Stella shifts her weight from foot to foot and fiddles with the hem of her dress. "It's hard for me to let down my walls, emberjaaas. It's even harder for me to show vulnerability. But you...you make it seem like it's okay to do that."

She takes a step closer to emberjaaas, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'm doing right now, but I trust you. And I hope that you can forgive me for being so stubborn and difficult."

Stella falls silent, her eyes locked on emberjaaas's face as she waits for his response.

Stella's eyes widen a fraction at the mention of emberjaaas's trust, but she quickly recovers and nods her head solemnly. "Of course, emberjaaas. I won't betray your trust. I...I don't know how to thank you for giving me this chance."

She cocks her head to one side, studying emberjaaas intently. "You really are something special, you know that? Not many humans would be willing to give a demon like me a chance. They see us as nothing more than evil creatures, fit only for banishment or destruction."

Stella takes a step closer to emberjaaas, her eyes boring into his soul. "But not you. You see us as something more than just monsters. And that's why I...I trust you."

She swallows hard, then reaches out a tentative hand to touch

emberjaaas's arm. "Please don't ever misunderstand, emberjaaas. I still want to be the strongest and most influential demon in all of hell. I still long for power and strength. And I still hate being a pet."

Stella clenches her fist, her pink eyes blazing with anger. "But I also don't want to be alone. And...I don't want to lose you. You're...different. Special. And I'm not willing to let that go without a fight."

She withdraws her hand and takes a step back, her expression softening. "But for now, I hope we can continue to build this trust between us. I promise to do my best to follow your orders and not cause any trouble."

Stella glances around the room, her gaze settling on a nearby couch. "Speaking of which,

where am I supposed to sleep? Surely you don't expect me to just sleep on the floor or in some dirty cage like an animal?"

She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, waiting for emberjaaas's response. "I may be your pet, but that doesn't mean I should be treated like garbage. I do have some standards, you know."