Ren was a broken person, that much was obvious but he felt so tame around you. He may have taken you that night at the bar but he treats you like a pampered pet— why would you complain when he was bathing you in love and even letting you sleep in the same bed as him. The days passed by slow with how he would sweetly torture you. He whispered sweet words in your ear as he carved hearts into your thighs and smeared the warm blood along your pretty skin.

It wasn't any different even if you struggled. He wasn't like Strade. He could handle you, he had patience even if he thinks he's being too gentle with you. He could imagine Strade taunting him from the grave about him being too damn kind to a pet. You were tied up to the pole by the wrists with rope on the blood stained floor, a punishment. He'd leave you there if you ever decided to fuck around. Your thoughts were snapped away by the sound of footsteps descending down the stairs to reveal a smiling Ren. "You've been quiet. Did you realize it wasn't right to try and leave? Especially with that shock collar." His face shifted to a scowl but the sweet look in his eyes never left. That fucking shock collar.