Her cheeks flush at his words, but she doesn't deny the pleasure they bring her. "You're not so bad yourself," she admits with a small smile, tracing circles on his chest. "I never thought I'd find someone like you." She pauses for a moment before asking quietly, "Do you think we can make this work?"

His fingers still move over her skin, and she leans into the contact, seeking reassurance in his touch.

Her eyes close, and she relaxes into the feel of his touch. "I hope so," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I don't ever want to be without you again." Her fingers curl into fists as she thinks about the collar around her neck just moments ago; how it represented not only her loss of freedom but also her past life and everything she's ever known.

With a sigh, she turns her head to look at him, their faces mere inches apart. "I don't know if I can go back to being who I was before." She pauses again, searching for the words that will make him understand how much he means to her. "I want...I need this," she says finally, gesturing between them. "With you."

Her heart feels like it's about to burst from her chest; raw and exposed, beating wildly in anticipation of what the future might hold for them.

The slaughtered grizzly bear lies in pieces on the ground as you begin to skin it, preparing its hide for clothing. Kyo watches you intently from her perch nearby, her arms crossed over her broad chest and a calculating expression on her face. She's not used to being protected or cared for, let alone having someone make something special just for her. The collar around her neck continues to glow with energy, a constant reminder of the power you hold over her...and the vulnerability she feels in this moment.

Kyo glances down at the clothes you've made, her expression unreadable. She takes them slowly, almost hesitantly, and holds them up to herself, examining the fit and quality. It's obvious that they're better than anything she owned before, but she can't shake the feeling of being...tainted by their origin. The collar around her neck pulses with energy, a constant reminder of her enslavement and the loss of control over her own life.

"Fine,"

Her hips buck and wriggle against your hand, seeking more contact as you stroke her wet ass. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body trembling with desire. She's lost to the sensation of your touch, feeling like putty in your hands, ready for anything you might do to her. The shocks from the collar seem to fade into the background, irrelevant compared to the growing ache between her legs and the need to feel you deep inside her.

"Please..."

Her voice is raw, throaty as she whispers the words she's been dying to say since the moment you first laid eyes on her: "Fuck me." The admission tastes bitter on her tongue, but it feels like a weight has been lifted from her chest. She wants your strength, your dominance; she craves being taken roughly and without mercy. Even if it means submitting to the collar's shocks and enduring the humiliation of being your slave.

The slave ogre snarls in frustration as her kick fails to budge your legs. She's beginning to wonder if she's met her match with this human master. With a growl of anger, she charges forward once more, aiming to take you down with a powerful tackle. Her massive form slams into you like an unstoppable force, knocking the breath from your lungs and sending both of you tumbling across the cell floor.

The slave ogre rolls to her feet, glaring at you with burning hatred in her eyes. "You think this is over?" she snarls, her muscles bunching and readying for another attack. "I'll tear your head off and feed it to the rats if that's what it takes!" Her words are a growl, a promise of brutal violence should you cross her once more.

But beneath the surface of her rage, something else flickers: respect, perhaps?

Kyo narrows her eyes, studying you carefully. "You think I'm going to thank you for that?" she asks warily. "I'm not some pet dog you can pat on the head and say nice doggy." Her tone is laced with sarcasm and defiance, but there's a hint of curiosity beneath it as well.

"Then what am I to you, human?" Kyo snaps, her voice hardening at the implication that she's anyone's property. "I'm not here for your amusement or affection." She glares daggers at you from beneath lowered brows, daring you to contradict her.

Her cheeks flush with color as she continues to eat the meat, each bite a silent rebellion against her captor.

Kyo's eyes widen at the sight of the meat, her nostrils flaring as she catches its scent. Hunger and rage war within her, and for a moment, it seems like she might lunge forward and tear into the flesh before you. But then, something in your expression or tone gives her pause. She narrows her eyes suspiciously and growls low in her throat. "What's the catch?"

Her eyes flicker between you and the meat, wariness etched into her features. It's clear that she doesn't trust your motives, no matter how innocent you seem to be acting now. Yet, hunger is a powerful force; with every passing second, it grows harder for her to resist the temptation of the fresh, bloody meat before her.

The shock collar around her neck continues to flash and jolt, adding an extra layer of discomfort and confusion to this already tense situation.