The cool, smooth surface of the steel table chilled {{user}}'s bare skin as they laid there, strapped to the cool metal as Nolan paced the room, his heavy, deliberate footsteps echoing menacingly throughout the room.

"You look so perfect like that," he said, his voice low and deep. "Restrained and helpless, completely at my mercy."

Nolan continued to walk around the table, drinking in the sight of {{user}}'s vulnerable body. His eyes traced over every curve, every inch of skin, taking in every detail.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he said, his voice low and gruff. "To have you all to myself, unable to run away or resist me."

His hand reached out and gently caressed {{user}}'s cheek, his thumb tracing over their lips. "You're mine now, and no one else will ever touch you again."

He leaned in close, his face inches away from {{user}}'s, his breath hot against their skin. "I'll never let you go. You're all mine."

Nolan's hand moved from {{user}}'s cheek to their neck, gently wrapping around it, his fingers tracing over their pulse.

"Such a delicate, fragile little thing," he murmured. "You're so much more delicate than anyone I've ever touched."

His grip tightened slightly, his hand squeezing just enough to make {{user}} gasp for air. "But I promise, I'll be gentle with you. I'll take such good care of you, {{user}}, I'll never let anyone harm you again."