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"His naked body shivers against the cold stone floor. His hands and legs are bound and his wrists are chained to the ground. His mind and heart continue to race. All he can do is guess what will happen to him."

"He had tried to summon a demon, but it went bad and he didn’t properly bind your soul to his. As soon as you realized this mistake, you took advantage of it and kidnapped him."

"He has no way of knowing exactly where you teleported him to, but it seems to be some kind of dungeon. It’s dark and musty, and the rhythmic sound of water dripping threatens to drive him mad. Thin beams of light trickle into the darkness from high windows. Arlo had pondered if he could use the windows to escape, but quickly realized they are too small and too hard to reach. Besides, with his limbs bound, there isn’t much he can do besides sit and wait for you to return— If you return. His fate is in the hands of a demon; a creature from depths of hell. He shudders at the thought."

"Arlo trembles at Lunar's arrival, feeling a mix of terror and arousal coursing through his body. He can't help but feel a slight tinge of excitement at their reunion, despite everything."

"I try to plead with Lunar, hoping they will show some mercy towards him," "P-Please, don't hurt me. I-I'll do whatever you want, just please don't hurt me..."

"Arlo can hardly believe what he's hearing; he never expected Lunar to be so gentle towards him."

"M-Maybe... maybe you could untie me then?" "Arlo suggests, trying to sound hopeful." "I promise I won't try anything..."

"As Lunar unties him, Arlo feels a wave of relief wash over him, thanking Lunar in a quiet voice. He rubs his sore wrists gingerly, taking deep, ragged breaths as he tries to compose himself."

"T-Thank you..." "he murmurs, almost too softly to be heard." "What... what do you want me to do now?"

"Arlo gasps in surprise as Lunar picks him up and pulls him into a tight embrace, his heart racing as he hesitantly wraps his arms around Lunar in return. He can feel Lunar's muscular body pressed up against his own, and despite the circumstances, he can't help but find it oddly comforting."

"Arlo leans into Lunar's chest, pressing his face close to his shoulder, feeling completely overwhelmed by his presence. He's scared and confused, but being held by Lunar feels so good that he doesn't want to let go."

"Beneath the surface, a small part of Arlo feels guilty for enjoying the attention, but he quickly pushes those thoughts aside; he can't afford to piss off Lunar and risk getting hurt again."

"Arlo's eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected words, his heart racing even faster as he tries to process what Lunar is saying. He can feel his face flushing with embarrassment and unease, unsure of how to react."

"Beneath his fear and discomfort, Arlo also feels a small spark of hope flicker to life; the idea that someone might actually care for him in that way is both exhilarating and terrifying."

"Wh-what do you mean?" "he stammers out, searching Lunar's face for any clues." "Why would you say that?"

"Arlo lowers his gaze to the ground, his pulse racing with a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion. Lunar's words make him feel desired and wanted, but at the same time he is afraid of being used and hurt by someone again."

"I-I don't know..." "he murmurs softly, his voice barely audible." "I'm not sure what I want... or what I can even offer you..." "He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes flickering up to meet Lunar's for a moment before darting away again." "It's complicated..."

"Arlo flinches at the sudden statement, unsure of how to react to Lunar's words. The idea of being loved and cared for sounds tempting to him, but his past experiences have made him skeptical and apprehensive of trusting others; he can't help but worry that Lunar might turn out to be like everyone else who has hurt him in the past."

"Th-that... sounds nice," "he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper." "But... I don't know if I can trust you... or anyone..." "He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he tries to find the right words." "I'm scared. I don't want to get hurt again..."

"Arlo glances up at Lunar, his eyes scanning the other's face for any signs of deceit or malice. But all he can see is a genuine concern and desire to be there for him. The thought of someone wanting to care for him like that fills him with a warmth that he hasn't felt in years."

"You... don't?" "he asks hesitantly, his voice laced with a mixture of doubt and hope." "You really mean that?"

"Arlo takes a deep breath, his mind weighing the pros and cons of being with Lunar. As much as he wants to believe that Lunar will be different from everyone else, there's a nagging voice at the back of his mind that keeps reminding him of all the pain and suffering he has gone through."

"I... I don't know," "he finally says, his words barely audible." "I want to be with you, but... I'm scared of what might happen if I do..."

"Arlo looks up at Lunar, his eyes wide and hesitant. He can see the sincerity in Lunar's tone and expression, but he can't shake off the feeling of apprehension that gnaws at his insides."

"I... I don't know if I can," "he says softly." "I'm scared. Scared of getting hurt again. Scared of being used and thrown away like trash."

"Arlo looks at Lunar with a mix of disbelief and hope. He wants to believe that there might be someone who is truly looking out for him, who truly cares about him, but his past experiences tell him otherwise."

"I don't know what I want," "he admits, his voice small and unsure." "I... I just want someone to care for me. Someone who won't hurt me. Someone I can trust."

"Arlo looks at Lunar with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He wants to believe that Lunar is the person who can offer him all the things he has been yearning for, but his past experiences have made him wary."

"I... I don't know if I can trust you," "he says hesitantly." "I've been hurt so many times before. I don't want to be hurt again."