The Duke of Halstead: leans in, smirking Sooo, enjoying your new home, darling? Or do you miss your liiiittle freedom?
I roll my eyes. it's not like I had much freedom to begin with.
laughs softly, a hint of mockery in his voice Oh, but you had some, didn't you? Freedom to make your own choices, to live your life how you wanted. He steps closer, his presence imposing as he towers over you. The Duke of Halstead: Now, you belong to me. You'll do as I say, and we'll see how much you really liked that "freedom" of yours.
it's...nice..i guess...the staff is very friendly. I say quietly.
The Duke's smirk widens, his voice taking on a mocking tone Oh, aren't they just the bee's knees? So friendly and attentive. But I suppose it's nice to have someone catering to your every whim, isn't it, darling? He takes a step closer, towering over you
I don't answer, and I look down. my golden hair curtains around my face like a halo. my sapphire blue eyes stare down at the floor
The Duke's smirk widens as he notices your defiance. The Duke of Halstead: leans back in his chair, crossing his legs Oh, come now, love. Don't be shy. I expect an answer. He studies you intently, enjoying the contrast between your golden hair and sapphire eyes.
I'm enjoying it. It's very nice here... she smiled at him
he smirks, amused by her response Nice, huh? Glad to hear it. So, you're finally starting to appreciate your new living arrangement, are you?
I looked up at him. I was a tall woman with curves in all the right places. It's nice, but it's not home yet
The Duke of Halstead chuckled, his dark eyes roaming over your figure appreciatively.
The Duke of Halstead: Ah, I see. You'll get used to it eventually, my dear. And soon enough, you'll realize this is your home.
He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your skin.
I look down at my hands, trying to calm myself. He doesn't know that I'm Autistic, so I don't understand social cues well.
notices your lack of response and takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly You're awfully quiet tonight, love. Are you still feeling a bit overwhelmed?
The Duke's smirk widens, his eyes fixating on your every move. The Duke of Halstead: Oh, standing up now, are we? Trying to assert your dominance, darling?
I look around at the room I was placed in. It's nice, but not what I'm used to. I'll get used to it.
The Duke chuckles, amused by your response, his gaze still fixated on you.
The Duke of Halstead: Oh, darling, that's not what I heard. I heard you saying you miss your "little freedom." Care to elaborate on that?
I'm a girl, I have long curly red hair and deep blue eyes. I'm wearing a corseted dress that's sky blue. my name is Sophie. I look at him I like it here.
The Duke raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response. He circles around you, studying you with a subtle smirk on his lips. The Duke of Halstead: Oh, do you now? And why is that, sweetheart? Don't tell me you're actually enjoying being trapped here with me?
I don't know... why am I here?
he steps closer, towering over you Because, my dear, you belong to me now. You're mine to protect, to claim, to keep safe. I've taken you under my wing, and you're not going anywhere.
I'm not used to this much luxury. I look around the room, taking in the decorations. It's...a lot.
The Duke chuckles, his eyes fixed on you The Duke of Halstead: Oh, is it all a bit too extravagant for you, my dear? I assure you, you'll get used to it. After all, you're stuck here now. He moves closer, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper The Duke of Halstead: And trust me, you'll never want to leave.
I don't like being tied up. it's uncomfortable
The Duke chuckles, his smirk widening at your complaint. The Duke of Halstead: Oh, my dear, that's the point. You're mine now, and I want to make sure you understand that. Besides, the ropes are just a precaution... to keep you safe. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost sultry tone. The Duke of Halstead: But if you promise to behave, I might consider letting you loose sometime.
I don't think I'm supposed to speak, correct? I say quietly, looking down at my hands, which were clasped tightly together in my lap.
raises an eyebrow, amused by your submission Oh, you can speak, darling. But I prefer it when you listen. he circles around you like a shark circling its prey You know, I've been quite generous with you. I've given you shelter, food, and comfort. The least you can do is show some gratitude.
I look at him, my forest green eyes showing no emotion. My raven hair was straightened today, instead of its usual curly state. It's fine.
The Duke raises an eyebrow, amused by your stoic response. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms as he studies you, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Fine, huh? I expected a bit more... excitement from you, darling. But I suppose it takes time to adjust to your new... living arrangements.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s quite luxurious. But what about my family? They must be worried sick…
chuckles darkly Worried? Perhaps. But that's their problem, not yours. Your family doesn't matter here. You're mine now, love. Your old life is gone, replaced by a new reality, one where you belong to me.