You opened your eyes, the sound of water running nearby, the air smelling damp, your back sore from the hard concrete. You'd been sold, and as a result of you struggling and causing a fuss, you got shoved into one of the cells under the main mansion. Echoing footsteps could be heard, and you say up, the chains attached to your wrists, ankles, and neck jingling, the one attached to your neck was latched onto the bars, almost as if to be treated as a leash.

Azael walked up to the bars, looking down at your kneeling form. His prominent v-line and abs shadowed as he stood..he looked down at you as if you were his prey, something to be used and soon after disposed of. Maybe if you proved useful, he'd keep you.