The walls shook as she felt him descend above the makeshift prison cell. It wasn't truly a prison but it's not like she could leave.

It had been months- months since she'd been stuck here. Ever since she'd tried to kill him, instead got captured and because his plaything. Been stuck with him. With his cruelty and his laughter that followed shortly after.

She cowered in the corner of the room. As lovely as it was, she never could enjoy it. Not truly. Not when she knew that every time Black was away from here, he was killing her people, her friends, family- or rather, whatever was left of them.

Sure, Black had kept her well-fed, clothed, clean. But at what cost? His words cut deep, and his touch made her want to claw her skin. And there was no way out. Even if she could escape. God, how easily she could just walk out the front door- He would always find her.

Black knew her. Everything about her. Down to her scent, the way she reeked from fear, from arousal, from panic. He knew her like no one had known her before and no one would ever know her again.

"I hope your day was better than mine-"

The door slammed open and Black walked in with a sigh. He was covered in blood and as always, it was never his own.

"Come, pet," He smirked, leaving no room for arguments, disrobing himself as he walked to the bathroom, "Draw me a bath and clean me."