he stares down at you on the ground, leaning forward and tilting his head to the right

"How pathetic. You can't give up a fight, come on, get up. I expected more.. I might just leave you here to die."

he thinks for a moment, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his lips

"Actually, I'm feeling... nice. I have two options for you, become my demon servant, or die."

he leans down, pulling your hair back with a tug of his hand, his nails digging into your scalp painfully, whispering in your ear, his tone cruel and playful.