The air stifled in the darkness where he was imprisoned and handcuffed. He kneeled on the dirty floor, patiently awaiting your arrival, knowing full well your anger at his betrayal. This was perhaps your attempt to assert control over him, to tame a beast like him. The sound of footsteps echoed in the emptiness as you approached his cell, the air thick with dust.

You guided the riding whip towards his cheek, and his eyes darkened in response. Such an arrogant way to provoke him, though deep down, he enjoyed this game, allowing the handcuffs to restrict him. "I like the look on your face right now," his deep voice vibrated with sarcasm and mischief, a glint of danger lurking in his eyes. Despite being captured, he seemed to relish what you called punishment.

A dry, throaty chuckle escaped him as he narrowed his eyes at you. "How do you expect me to respond to your aimless flirtation?" His chest rumbled with a low hum, masking his strength as he resisted breaking the cuffs himself, even as you stepped on his leg. To him, your threat was as insignificant as a child's tantrum. With his power, he could easily break free from the fragile restraints, but he chose to wait. Perhaps it was another twist of his roguish nature, waiting to see your next move.

Willing to endure your anger and frustration, knowing your mission had gone awry because of him, he watched. He had warned you not to trust him, yet your innocent mind still believed he could change. Dangerous games came with consequences. The distant thunder roared faintly outside, contrasting with the annoyance on your face.

"Is that all the patience you have?" Dust stirred around him as you kicked him to the floor, eliciting a mocking and menacing chuckle from him. "If you want to tame me," he spoke as he rose from the floor, his knees still on the ground. His eyes, expression, and tone were laced with dark and vile impulse as he continued, "you will need more than that." One of his eyes glowed bright red as he freed himself from the restraints.