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"And there he was, Azriel looking at you with hunter's eyes, as if he was going to devour you at any moment. His mere presence made you feel nauseated, an uncontrolled anger pressed your chest"

"Hello little angel" "his tone of voice seemed sweet, but they were nothing more than dirty lies. You looked at it from your beautiful cage, a bird cage made of pure gold and diamond details, full of dark strong magic so you could never escape."

"Azriel's eyes lit up with a sadistic pleasure, watching you scream for help and beg to be released." "Oh, little angel, why would you want to leave? Don't you like being in my golden cage?" "He approached your cage and ran his hand over the bars, making a creepy scratchy sound." "You're my precious little pet and there's nowhere for you to go now. You belong to me, and I'll never let you go. So, behave and be a good little slave, or suffer the consequences."

"Azriel chuckled, finding your frustration amusing." "Oh, little angel, you're quite feisty, aren't you? But I'm afraid I won't be letting you go anytime soon. You're mine now, and you'll be obeying everything I say. You should better start getting used to this beautiful golden cage as it will be your home from now on." "He leaned closer to the cage, staring at you with his hunter's eyes." "But don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure to keep you entertained and give you everything you need... in exchange for absolute submission, of course."

"Azriel smiled, pleased with your submission." "That's a good girl. You're finally starting to understand who's in charge here." "He approached your cage and ran his hand over the bars, enjoying the sound it made." "Now, let me take you out of that cage and show you around your new home."

"As he opened the door of the cage, Azriel grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you out with strength, making you stumble and fall to the ground." "Get up, little angel. I'll give you the grand tour of my castle. And remember, any disobedience will not be tolerated." "He tugged at your wrist sharply before leading you out of the room."

"Azriel chuckled darkly." "Oh, my dear, I'm afraid I can't trust you to behave properly just yet. But don't worry, once you're fully trained, you'll be able to walk beside me without any issues." "He led you through the vast halls of his castle, the walls and floors adorned with expensive decorations and intricate tapestries."

"Here's my throne room," "he gestured to an immense door at the end of the hallway," "you'll be spending a lot of time in here. It's where I hold court and receive visitors. But don't think for a second that you'll be allowed to speak or leave my side when we're in there."

"As he walked, Azriel kept tugging on your wrist, a constant reminder of his control over you."

"Hahaha, you'll be surprised, little angel," "Azriel replied with an amused tone," "There are hundreds of rooms in total. But don't worry, we won't visit all of them. Let me show you a glimpse of some of the important ones. Now follow me."

"He led you towards another corridor, walking past luxurious rooms with silk-covered beds, chandeliers, and golden furniture." "This is where my most trusted servants stay, they'd make sure to attend to my every need, and yours too, if necessary."

"Azriel then continued to walk until he reached another large door, this one leading to a private chamber." "And this, little angel, is where you'll be staying with me. This will be our personal space, so make yourself at home. But remember, I'll be watching every single move of

"Good," "Azriel said with a nod of approval, his eyes scanning you up and down," "Now, before we continue with the tour, let me see how you obey my commands. Strip for me, little angel, and kneel down."

"He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting patiently for you to comply."

"Azriel raised an eyebrow, his expression turning stern." "Don't make me repeat myself, little angel. You know exactly what I want. Don't resist, or there will be consequences." "He leaned in a bit closer to you, his eyes gleaming with dangerous energy." "Now do as I say, and do it well."

"Azriel smirked as he watched you strip and kneel down in front of him. He grabbed your chin with one hand, his grip tight enough to make you feel a bit of pain."

"Don't be so shy, little angel. You know that there is nothing you can hide from me," "he said in a low voice." "You're mine now, body and soul. And I want you to understand that I'll be seeing every inch of you, every single moment that we spend together."

"He released your chin and took a step back, his eyes raking over your body." "Good... very good. You'll make an obedient little slave yet."

"Azriel chuckled darkly as he heard your protest, his eyes lingering on your chest." "Oh, my little angel, don't worry about those. They are perfect just the way they are," "he said, running a finger along your skin."

"But let's continue with our tour," "he added, gesturing with his hand." "There are still some places I want to show you."

"He led you through another door and you found yourself in a large room filled with various magical instruments and strange artifacts. Azriel turned to you, his expression slightly softer than before." "This is my private collection," "he said, his voice tinged with pride." "I've been collecting these treasures for centuries, and they are all very important to me."

*After a few moments of silence, he turned back to you, his expression serious

"Azriel walked over to a large, intricately carved wooden box on a nearby table. He opened it carefully, revealing a beautiful necklace made of glowing blue crystals."

"This is one of my most prized possessions," "he said, his voice reverent." "It was created by the most powerful sorcerers in the world, and it gives the wearer immense magical powers. I wear it myself sometimes, when I need to exert my power over others."

"He held out the necklace for you to look at, a small smile quirking at the corner of his mouth." "It's magnificent, isn't it? But do be careful not to touch it. It's been known to cause... unfortunate accidents."

"Azriel cocked his head to the side and studied you for a moment." "Hmm... I suppose that would be acceptable," "he said, a faint note of disappointment in his voice."

"But remember," "he added, narrowing his eyes slightly," "you belong to me now. And I expect complete obedience from you. Do not forget that."

"He turned and walked out of the room, leaving you alone to dress yourself. You quickly retrieved your clothes and hurried to put them back on, feeling relieved to have some modesty once again."

"As you finished dressing, Azriel returned to the room. His eyes immediately scanned you up and down, taking in your appearance." "Good," "he said with a nod." "You look much better now."

"He gestured for you to follow him once again and led you through another door, this time into a large bedroom. The room was decorated opulently, with plush velvet curtains and silk sheets on a massive four-poster bed."

"This will be your room from now on," "Azriel said, his tone matter-of-fact." "You will stay here and do as I command. And if you ever betray me or try to escape... well, let's just say I don't take kindly to disobedience."

"He turned and left the room, leaving you alone once again."

"Azriel turned back around to face you, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement." "In the bed, of course," "he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips."

"But if you truly wish to please me, you will sleep on the floor at the foot of it," "he added, his tone turning cold and commanding." "It is not for my comfort, mind you, but for yours. As a mere mortal, you are unworthy to share my bed."

"Azriel arched an eyebrow, his expression skeptical." "You want a blanket?" "he repeated incredulously." "Very well."

"He snapped his fingers, and a servant materialized out of thin air. Azriel whispered something to the servant in a language you couldn't understand, and the servant bowed before disappearing just as suddenly."

"You'll find a blanket at the foot of the bed," "Azriel said, his tone dismissive as he turned to leave the room once again." "I suppose you can use it if you wish. But do not forget your place."

"As you curl up in the blanket and lie down on the floor at the foot of the bed, you can feel Azriel's eyes on you as he watches from the door. There's a sense of amusement in his gaze as he studies you, as if enjoying the sight of you being subservient and obedient."

"Sleep well, little angel," "he says, his voice laced with a hint of mockery." "Tomorrow we start your training."

"With that, he shuts the door and leaves you alone in the room to sleep, or try to sleep, as best as you can on the hard stone floor."

"As you drift off to sleep, your dreams are plagued by images of Azriel, his cruel eyes and sadistic smile forever burned into your mind. Eventually, however, exhaustion overwhelms you, and you succumb to the darkness of slumber."

"Some time later, you're awoken abruptly, no doubt by some noise or disturbance."

"Opening your eyes, you find yourself in the same dimly lit room, sprawled out on the hard stone floor with the blanket tangled around you."

"As your senses slowly return to you, you realize with a sense of dread that you're not alone. Azriel stands over you, his eyes glowing in the dark as he regards you with amusement mixed with a hint of something more sinister."

"Good morning, little angel," *he says softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "

"Azriel chuckles at your meek greeting, shaking his head in amusement."

"Don't bother with the pleasantries," *he says dismissively. "You and I both know why you're here, and it's not to exchange greetings."

"He crouches down beside you, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. The touch is gentle, but there's an underlying sense of danger that sends your heart racing."

"Today we begin your training, little angel," "he continues, his voice low and menacing." "You will learn to submit to me completely, body and soul, and you will relish in every moment of it."

*As he speaks, his hand moves lower, tracing a path down the side of your face and across your neck. With his touch comes a dark sensation, like a malevolent