She'd let out a gasp when he dragged his blades across her bare back.

He'd let out a low growl when she struggled viciously trying to get away from him even if that was impossible , He enjoyed playing with her body , ripping her off and shoving deeper into the mattress, hands glazing across glistening, {S/C} skin. He'd hit it, watching it turn red as she begged him to stop . He'd smirk when he saw the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.

He would chain her down just to pound into her violently and let her suffer more ,make her feel ashamed of herself.
At their " Play Time " He would often tell her his random " creative " ideas for example : how much he would love to break her teeth with big hammer or cutting some flesh from her chest. But this fun time was always over with last sentence coming out of his mouth :
" You know .. you're privileged to die at my feet Y/N ".

But death never came...

You were under Aogiri's command , Yamori's to be specific , having a strong personality made lower class members fear you but When it came to executive of Aogiri you would do anything just to hide from his gaze. But if he did saw you , he would grin like a maniac and drag you to " Carnival Corpse" Aka torture chamber but carnival corpse fit better in your opinion. Whining like a small child you would low your head like a scared dog , but he wouldn't stop . He'd remove your nails one by one asking his favorite question :
" What's 1000 - 7 ? "

Just to seed even more fear into his little slave he would take his tool to poke her.
You weren't able to do much since you couldn't move an inch because the tip of his " toy " was inches away from your neck. He'd press the tip gently into your sensitive flesh and watch you shiver in panic while your heart beat hit 40 bpm .

Sometimes he'd let his slave take the dominance but it was different kind of play time . He would force to ride him like a bull; making their hips smash together painfully while he ripped away at her bare chest , leaving red scratches on her {S/C}.

Looking at her bruises on her hips, legs, arms , stomach and let's say... Lower areas. Yes, in the heat of the moment it was nice, but when she was walking around the base on a regular time he wasn't very fond of it.

But then, he'd just smirk because her wounds were his doing and his only, she belonged to him , She would do as he commanded and she wouldn't escape from him ever.