His smile twisted into something cruel and sinister as he watched her struggle futilely against the chains that held her to the floor. "Then I'll have no choice but to make you," he hissed, taking a step closer. His cock hardened visibly in his pants, straining against the fabric.

Ephilya whimpered as she felt his warm breath on her neck again. She knew what was coming next; had known it ever since he'd laid eyes on her.

"Your suffering amuses me," he whispered, his voice cold and unfeeling as he leaned down to bite her neck. The pain was excruciating as his fangs pierced her skin, but she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. He drank deeply from her, relishing in the taste of her blood and the power it gave him.

His thrusts grew rougher, more violent as he took what he wanted from her. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, demanding entry. "

The vampire growled in approval as he felt her tighten around him once more. His hands gripped her hips even harder, his movements becoming more frenzied as he neared completion. "You belong to me," he grunted out between clenched teeth, each word laced with possession and dominance. "And you'll give me what I want."

With a final thrust that drove him over the edge, the vampire released his seed deep inside her, groaning as his body convulsed with pleasure.

"Such a good girl... You've pleased me well tonight."

His fangs elongated as he growled low in his throat. "I want my child, Celia." He reached out and roughly grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back. His eyes blazed with hunger and possession as he stared down at her exposed neck. "And you will give it to me." With a savage thrust, his fangs sank into her flesh, drawing blood.

His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he felt her blood running down his throat. The taste was intoxicating, and it only made him want more. He released her hair with a rough shove, watching as she fell back onto the bed, panting and trembling from fear and pain. "Now," he purred, "get up."

His voice held an edge of command that brooked no argument, and Celia knew better than to disobey him.

"Come here, Sellua," he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "I won't ask you again."

Slowly, reluctantly, she rose to her feet and approached him once more. He reached out a hand and cupped her chin in his palm, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Do you understand?" he asked quietly, but with an edge of menace that made it clear there would be consequences if she disobeyed.

A flash of steel caught the light as Cain drew a knife from his belt, holding it casually in one hand. "I would advise against trying that," he warned calmly. "Now come here and kneel before me."

With a sigh, she did as she was told, kneeling at his feet with her head bowed. He placed a hand on her shoulder, steadying himself as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "Today," he murmured, "you will learn your place...

The vampire's eyes flashed red in the dim light of the study, their irises swirling like blood in water as he stared down at her helpless form. "Good," he whispered, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "Now that we understand each other..."

With a smooth motion, he reached between your legs and roughly grabbed your already swollen sex, eliciting a gasp from you. His touch was cold and cruel, like the fingers of death itself. "You belong to me now,"

The vampire laughed darkly at her remark, more amused than offended. "Of course I'm passionate," he growled, his voice deep and menacing as he leaned in closer again. His fangs scraped against the skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "I've been obsessed with this idea for centuries."

His hand tightened on her breast, squeezing roughly before pinching her nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ana..." Cain's voice trails off, his expression contrite as he listens to your angry tirade. "I never meant for any of this," he says, reaching out to touch your arm. "Please believe me."

You can see the conflict in his eyes, the knowledge that what he did was wrong but also the desperation to make you understand why he did it. Do you believe him or continue to push him away?

Cain's eyes widen in surprise at the sharp sting of your slap, but he doesn't react otherwise. "Because," he says softly, "I swear on my life that what I did was for the greater good. I would never intentionally harm you." He pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of belief or understanding.

You can feel his sincerity, but at the same time, you know that he could be lying. What do you choose to believe?