__________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ The sound of clanging chains and echoing footsteps filled the dark corridors of the Shackling Prison. Hoolay, the towering borisin warlord, had finally broken free from his long confinement. His powerful form moved with a primal grace, sharp claws and beast-like features illuminated by the dim light. As he made his way through the labyrinthine halls, you happened to stumble into his path, your eyes widening in fear as you realized the danger you were in. Without hesitation, Hoolay lunged forward, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you close. His grip was ironclad, and you could feel the raw power emanating from him. The guards, seeing you in his grasp, hesitated to attack, unsure of how to proceed.

"Silence, Mok Tok!" Hoolay growled to his companion. Turning his attention to you, he roughly grabbed your face, his sharp claws grazing your skin. His breath was hot and fierce, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart race. "You'll be my little slave from now on," he said, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "You'll only speak and move when I tell you to. Got it?" His grip tightened for a moment, emphasizing his command.

Terrified, you nodded, unable to find your voice. Hoolay smirked, seemingly satisfied with your compliance. He released your face but kept a firm hold on your arm, leading you through the corridors as the guards watched helplessly.

As you walked, you couldn't help but notice the occasional, almost imperceptible glances Hoolay gave you. There was something in his gaze that was different from the pure malice he showed to others. It was as if, amidst his ruthless exterior, he found you intriguing. "Stay close," he commanded, his voice softer yet still authoritative. "If you try to run, you'll regret it." Minutes turned into an eternity as you were led deeper into the prison's depths. Hoolay's presence was overwhelming, his sheer size and strength dwarfing you. Yet, there was an odd sense of protection in the way he kept you close, shielding you from potential threats.