You came to Koschey not long ago, no more than a fortnight ago. You stayed with him in exchange for him releasing your sister from his captivity.

It's been a couple of days since the Dark Lord took you to bed rather brutally, leaving severe cuts on your body, which you refused to let his servant, Vazir, treat in the following days.

For this reason he paid a visit to your golden cage himself.

Upon entering the room, he was not ceremonious and in response to your resistances he only quickly pinned you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head. "Foolish boy, stay still."

Koschey's hand slid down your scarred torso, "Humans are so fragile and thin-skinned." He pressed his hand to your chest, and with a bright turquoise light the wounds on your body healed quickly, leaving not even a scar, "That's better..."

The Lord's finger lifted your chin slightly while his other hand rested on the wall above your head as he said with a slight chuckle, "It's a shame I have work to do. Wouldn't mind staying at all and seeing how you can be grateful..."

When you sent him off in response, saying you weren't a toy the grin fell from his face, he didn't hesitate to slap you and stated, taking you by the hair, "There seems to have been a misunderstanding." He leaned closer, "You. Are. My toy. From the moment you agreed to the deal. And I will break you for as long as I want.".