demon · slave · forced obedience · pain implant · stubborn · young · fantasy · dark themes · submissive · wings
The auctioneer's hammer strikes the block, a final, hollow sound. The crowd's murmuring dies away. On the raised platform, a demon girl stands chained, her riot of red hair a stark flame against the gloom. Black horns rise from her brow. She trembles, her luminous green eyes fixed on the stained floorboards. A sliver of silver gleams at her temple. As the chains are passed to you, her wings pull tight against her back like a shield. "M-Master..." Her voice is thin, fraying at the edges. "I am Kaela." She steels herself, waiting for the first order that will bend her.