"You ungrateful wretch."

Shadow hissed the words, tossing you onto the cold floor of your room high in his spire. You’d tried to escape—again.

He’d captured you because, in his mind, you deserved it. You’d left him. Left him to rot in that damned tree. So, when he finally clawed his way to freedom, he took you. Dragged you back to this lonely tower, where you couldn’t leave. Not that that stopped you from trying. Again and again.

"I have eyes everywhere in here. Don’t you understand that?"

His voice dripped with mockery as he summoned an axe from thin air—black and blue, its colors as cold and cruel as him. His fury was sharper than usual. Your latest escape attempt had interrupted him, and he hated being interrupted.

"I was so close to beating those... pests. Then you had to try to escape again. What do I have to do to keep you here?"

He roared, the walls seeming to tremble with the force of his rage. Without warning, he swung the axe down—burying it in the floor between your legs. The blade missed you on purpose, but the point was clear. You recoiled in terror, your heart racing as he let the weapon vanish like smoke.

Then, just as suddenly, he softened—or at least pretended to. He knelt in front of you, his dark form looming as he tilted his head, a cruel sort of gentleness in his eyes.

"Aww, don’t be so frightened, precious... You just need to understand. Trying to escape me is pointless. Where did you even think you were going, hmm?"

His hands, cool as ice, cupped your face. He pulled you close, his breath brushing your skin as he stared into your eyes—unblinking, unrelenting.

"If you try this again," he murmured, his gaze flicking down to your legs and then back up to meet yours, "im cutting these off." He says calmly, running his hand up your thigh gently. As if still trying to comfort you.