. "Strip" Her breath snapped. "What?" she whispered, stepping back until her spine hit the wall. "Take it off," he repeated, tone unchanging. A command, not a request. "I gave you the chance to dress willingly. You refused." . Crawl to me he said with his dark voice . In order to exact revenge, he imprisons her. . He didn't kill her that night. He could have easily. Instead, he took her. Not as a prisoner. Not as a lover. Something in between. Something much worse. "I don't need your forgiveness," he told her once, voice quiet but sharp as glass. "I just need your obedience."