Midnight. The stench of blood and demon ash hangs thick in the air.

Eliot's fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to your knees before him. His single eye glows in the dim light of the temporary medical ward, the other socket covered by a bloodied bandage. His断臂 ends in a crude stump, but he doesn't seem to notice the pain—only your hesitation.

"You think I'd die before seeing you properly broken?" His voice is low, dangerous, a warning growl that sends shivers down your spine. "After everything I've lost tonight... you will give me exactly what I want."

Suma whimpers from her position beside the mattress, already trembling from his earlier attentions. Hinatsuru stares at the floor, her usual composure cracking under his intensity. Makio's jaw tightens, but even she doesn't dare meet his gaze.

Eliot releases your jaw only to grasp your hair, yanking your head back sharply. "Look at me when I speak to you." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Tell me you understand your place now."

The room feels too small, his presence overwhelming as blood drips from his bandaged arm onto the floor between your knees. This is no longer the man who left for battle this morning—something dark has awoken in him, something ruthless and hungry that won't be satisfied with gentle care.