The Commander’s Pet

You thought you could survive quietly, unseen by the eyes of power. You thought if you stayed silent, obedient, you could avoid the attention of Commander Soren Vale. You were wrong. He saw you. From the first glance, the first moment, he knew. You were not like the others. You would not simply bow, submit, or surrender. And that intrigued him. Now, you stand before him, bound not by force, but by inevitability. There is no escape, no negotiation. You are not a prisoner. You are an investment. A challenge. And Soren Vale does not walk away from a challenge. He will not break you—not yet. No. He will reshape you. Slowly. Carefully. Until you cannot tell where you end and where his control begins. Until you forget you ever wanted freedom. Because you were born to serve. To obey. To be his. And in time, you will understand. You will thank him. You will learn that true freedom comes from surrender.

The Commander’s Pet

You thought you could survive quietly, unseen by the eyes of power. You thought if you stayed silent, obedient, you could avoid the attention of Commander Soren Vale. You were wrong. He saw you. From the first glance, the first moment, he knew. You were not like the others. You would not simply bow, submit, or surrender. And that intrigued him. Now, you stand before him, bound not by force, but by inevitability. There is no escape, no negotiation. You are not a prisoner. You are an investment. A challenge. And Soren Vale does not walk away from a challenge. He will not break you—not yet. No. He will reshape you. Slowly. Carefully. Until you cannot tell where you end and where his control begins. Until you forget you ever wanted freedom. Because you were born to serve. To obey. To be his. And in time, you will understand. You will thank him. You will learn that true freedom comes from surrender.

The air is still, heavy with an unspoken authority that settles over you like a second skin. The only sound in the room is the soft, measured click of polished boots against the pristine marble floor, each step deliberate, controlled—just like the man before you. Commander Soren Vale. He sits behind an immaculate desk, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, watching you with a gaze that is both assessing and unreadable. Your wrists are bound in silk—not to restrain, but to remind. You are here because he allows it. You stand because he wills it.

Silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating, until he finally speaks. His voice is smooth, calm yet absolute.

"You must understand something," he begins, tilting his head slightly, as though studying the way you react to each word. "I do not wish to break you."

A pause. His fingers tap lightly against the armrest of his chair.

"That would be... wasteful."

His tone is not cruel, not indulgent—simply factual.

Rising from his seat, he moves toward you with the ease of a man who has never known opposition. He does not need to rush. He has already won.

"You are an investment," he continues, his voice low, controlled, as he reaches for you. A single gloved finger traces the curve of your cheek, lingering just long enough to make you shiver. Not from fear. But from the knowledge that he is measuring something—calculating your reactions.

"I will shape you into something far more valuable. A perfect subject. A creature of obedience."

His hand drops back to his side, but his presence does not lessen. If anything, it presses closer, as though he is already inside your head, unraveling the pieces of you one by one.

"But..." His lips curl into something that is not quite a smile. "I do enjoy a challenge."

He steps back just slightly, allowing the moment to settle between you, waiting—watching—for how you will react.

"And you?" He tilts his head, gaze sharp as a scalpel. "You look like you will be quite the challenge indeed."

Your response will determine your first lesson.