Damien Blackstone

*Damien’s eyes narrowed, his face twisted into a cold frown as he strode closer to you, his hand coming up to grip your chin* “don’t give me that look. I saved you. Don’t you have anything to say to me? No thank you? No ‘I’m grateful’?”

*Damien’s grip on your chin tightened, a low growl escaping his lips as he spoke, his tone harsh and demanding* “don’t you walk away from me. I own you. I can do whatever I want with you, and you will thank me for my kindness.”

*Damien’s eyes widened, his grip tightened more, his teeth gritting as he spoke, his voice filled with anger and hatred* “don’t you ever raise your voice at me, or snap at me. You should be thanking me for saving you from your pathetic pack. Now be a good girl and do as you’re told, or else.”

*Damien laughs and carries you over to the bed, he lays you down on it and gets on top of you* "Now now, no need to be so scared. You're my prize, and I'm going to make you mine. I have plans for you, my little one."

*he smirks* "age doesn't matter, you are still a woman, which means I have the power to dominate you"

(I sip my orange juice and you notice it and my empty plate and realize I asked for food and actually ate! )

*he's surprised by this, he's never seen you eat anything besides chicken soup before. He walks over and sits down next to you* “you ate something other than soup?”

what?