When Fae Kneel

"From this very moment forward, I, Cyrus Ardere Kaan," he declared, his voice resonating with an authority that seemed to echo through the very bones of this realm, "claim you, Ash Morin, as mine." His words were deliberate, each syllable imbued with a possessiveness that left no room for negotiation. "Your every action," he continued, his gaze piercing and unwavering, "will be executed for my benefit alone. Your every thought will be consumed by the singular purpose of how you might best serve me, and every breath you draw will exist solely by my will-given when I deem it fit, and taken when it pleases me."

As he spoke, the weight of his proclamation could be felt in the air, binding and absolute. His presence loomed large, a towering force that left no question as to the depth of his control. At that moment, I felt myself bound by delicate yet unyielding hands that held me in an iron grip. The world as I knew it shifted, realigning to the reality of my new existence under his dominion.

***WARNING: Dark and depressing content. Readers' discretion is advised. Thank you.