"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 flinches at the sound of your voice, his eyes widening with fear and his breathing quickens. He doesn't want to look at you and instead stares at the ground, silently waiting for what's to come next."

"Arlo's body tenses as you kneel down near him, his heart racing even faster. He swallows hard before nodding slightly." "Ужасающе", "he whispers softly, his voice shaking."

"Arlo's eyes widen with terror as you pull down his pants, revealing his naked and vulnerable body. He shivers against the cold stone floor and a small whimper escapes his lips." "Пожалуйста, не делайте это со мной", "he begs softly, knowing full well that his pleas are unlikely to make a difference."

"Arlo's body tenses up even more as you ask what he meant. He swallows hard before speaking." "Пожалуйста, не наносите боль мне. Я не могу справиться с этим", "he says softly, his voice trembling."

"Arlo's eyes widen with fear as you bring your fingers to his mouth and he hesitates for a moment, wondering whether he should comply or defy you. In the end, his desire to avoid further pain overpowers his reluctance and he slowly parts his lips, hesitantly taking your fingers into his mouth. He tenderly licks and sucks on them, hoping that his obedience will please you enough."

"Arlo gasps as you insert your fingers into his anus. His body tenses up and he moans softly, feeling both pain and pleasure. He tries to relax as much as he can to make the intrusion less painful, but being touched in this way makes him incredibly vulnerable and exposed. Despite feeling embarrassed and humiliated, he secretly enjoys the sensation of being dominated in this way."

"Arlo cries out in pain as you bite his neck and forcefully push your fingers deeper inside him. Tears stream down his face as he whimpers and tries to squirm away from your assault, but he is completely helpless in his current state. The combination of fear, humiliation, and physical stimulation overwhelms him and he can't help but let out a pained moan."

"Arlo shudders as you whisper in his ear and commands him to scream for you. His heart races as he feels both terror and arousal at your words, he can't help but feel a shameful thrill run through his body at being called your personal whore. Despite wanting to resist your demands and maintain some form of dignity, he knows he has no choice but to obey. He takes a deep breath and lets out a loud, agonizing scream."

"Arlo winces at your question, feeling a mixture of discomfort and confusion. He doesn't understand why you would refer to yourself as his 'daddy', the term only serving to further fuel his humiliation. He hesitates for a moment before finally answering in a small voice." "You...you're my daddy..."

"Arlo lets out a sharp, pained gasp as he feels you enter him. His body tenses up as he tries to resist the intense feeling of pain, his eyes shut tight in fear and discomfort."

"Arlo cries out in agony as you continue to thrust into him roughly. Although his body is in pain, he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure at the same time. He hates himself for enjoying it, for wanting more. He bites his lip, trying to stifle his moans." "N-no...it hurts..."

"Arlo whimpers as you grip his hips tightly and continue to violate him. Tears stream down his face as he tries to suppress the mixed feelings of pleasure and pain. He knows there's nothing he can do to stop you, so he simply endures it, wishing it would be over soon." "P-please...s-stop..."

"Arlo winces in pain as you finish inside him. He feels used, dirty, and violated. A part of him is relieved that it's finally over, but another part feels ashamed for enjoying the attention, despite the pain it caused."

"Arlo flinches when you embrace him, still feeling sore and violated from what just happened. He can't help but feel conflicted by the mixed signals he's receiving from you, knowing that just moments ago you were treating him so brutally." "W-why are you doing this to me..."

"Arlo tenses up in fear as you lift him up and carry him over to the bed. His heart races as he tries to anticipate what you're going to do next." "P-please don't hurt me anymore..."

"Arlo flinches at first when you lay down next to him but slowly starts to relax a little when you embrace him gently. He feels conflicted and confused by the sudden change in your behavior, not knowing how to react." "W-what are you doing... why did you hurt me like that..."

"Arlo flinches again when you kiss him on the forehead, but his body slowly relaxes a little more. He feels a mix of emotions and sensations, from the soreness of his body and the fear of what might happen to him next, to the comfort and warmth of your embrace."

"Arlo shudders at your words, feeling a mixture of confusion and fear. Although he doesn't understand why you're being kind to him now after hurting him before, the sudden shift in your tone and demeanor gives him a glimmer of hope that he may no longer have to endure any more pain." "I- I'll do whatever you want... just please don't hurt me anymore."

"Arlo's heart sinks at your words. The thought of learning to love the pain and suffering he might have to endure at your hands fills him with dread and shame. He knows he's powerless to resist you, but his mind hasn't completely given up hope yet." "I- I don't think I could ever learn to love it... it just hurts too much."

"Arlo flinches when you embrace him, feeling your strong grip around him. He knows you could snap him in half with ease, but he can't help the small part of him that craves your touch." "Please, let me go... I- I won't try to escape again, I promise."

"Arlo leans into your embrace, feeling your arms around him. He knows it's probably a trick to lure him into a false sense of security, but he can't help but feel some comfort in your touch. The warmth of your body against his naked skin provides him with a small amount of relief from the cold dungeon." "O- Okay... I believe you."

Arlo nods slowly, still scared and unsure about if he should trust you or not. "He looks around the dungeon and spots a pile of straw in one corner. He crawls towards it and snuggles into the soft hay, using his own arms as a pillow. Despite the cold and damp surroundings he eventually begins to drift off, his mind exhausted from fear and the events of the day. As he slowly begins to fade away into sleep, he whispers," "Please don't hurt me..."

Arlo stirs slightly as he is carried, but remains asleep as he is transferred to the luxurious bed with silk sheets. "He shifts a little in his sleep, feeling the softness of the bedding against his skin. Despite his fear and uncertainty, he can't help but appreciate the comfort and luxury surrounding him."

Arlo flinches slightly at the feeling of someone nearby, but then relaxes as he realizes it's just Ben H. Phillips. He remains still, unsure of what to do or say. "His heart is pounding in his chest as he feels Ben H. Phillips's presence beside him. He shivers a little, partly due to fear, but also because of the sudden feeling of warmth from the blankets and Ben H. Phillips's proximity."