Content Warning:

This arc contains depictions of toxic relationships, emotional abuse, manipulation, cycles of abuse, drugging (love potions/ spells), physical torment, and psychological trauma, implied sexual content, Please proceed with caution if these themes may be triggering for you. Your well-being comes first.


The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the stone floor of Ogron's chambers, painting the room in a dim, golden light. Anagan sat on the edge of the bed, his hands fidgeting in his lap, his heart pounding with a desperate need. Ogron had instructed him to spend the day here, and though Anagan had felt a fleeting urge to protest, it had quickly been smothered by the overwhelming desire to please his king. His thoughts were a whirlwind, circling around the same relentless craving: he needed Ogron.

The hours dragged on, each one heavier than the last. Anagan found himself growing more anxious as the evening wore on, the emptiness of the room suffocating him. He hadn't eaten, hadn't even considered it. What was food compared to the nourishment he truly needed? He needed Ogron's touch, his praise, his kiss. Nothing else mattered.

Finally, the door creaked open, and Ogron stepped into the room. The moment Anagan saw him, it was as if a dam broke inside him. He practically fell to the floor at Ogron's feet, his voice trembling with reverence and longing.

"My love," Anagan murmured, his eyes wide with adoration. "Was your day well? Mine was not, I've missed you so much. I need you, I need you so badly."

Ogron looked down at him, a satisfied smirk curling on his lips. "Oh, my little rabbit," he cooed mockingly, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're so needy, aren't you? Can't even go a few hours without me."

Anagan nodded fervently, his hands clutching at Ogron's robes. "Yes, yes, I can't. I can't live without you, I need your guidance. I need you, Ogron. Please, just—" He reached out, desperate to touch him, to feel some semblance of connection.

But Ogron pulled back, withholding the affection Anagan craved, he weaponized it. "Not yet," he said, his tone firm. "Not until you've eaten."

Anagan's heart sank, but he obeyed without question. He ate quickly, though the food tasted like ash in his mouth. All he could think about was Ogron, watching him with that satisfied, predatory gaze.

Once Anagan had finished, Ogron led him to the bath, taking his time to undress him with a deliberate slowness that felt like torture. Anagan stood there, trembling with need as Ogron washed him.

"Aren't you a pitiful little creature, you can't even bathe without me, hm?" The kings tone was a warm sweetness that was laced with mockery.

"I needed to be sure—to be sure you wanted me to bathe," Anagan's voice was shaking with need.

"Oh aren't you sweet?" Purred Ogron, "you always have my permission to bathe, though I do prefer to be the only one to see you like this ~."

What felt like hours to Anagan finished up, Ogron dressed him, every touch calculated to tease and frustrate. Ogron treated him like a doll, a helpless creature that needed his guidance, his control.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ogron led Anagan back to the bed and sat down, patting the space in front of him. "Come here," he commanded, his voice soft but commanding.

Anagan immediately dropped to his knees before him, his heart pounding in anticipation. He looked up at Ogron, eyes wide and pleading, desperate for the affection he'd been denied all day.

Ogron's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gazed down at Anagan, his lips curving into a smile. "We're going to add something new to our routine, my little rabbit," he said, his voice sweet yet laced with an undercurrent of power. "You're going to answer a few questions for me. Each answer will earn you a kiss. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Anagan's breath hitched, his excitement barely contained. "Yes, Ogron, please, please."

Ogron leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving Anagan's. "First question, then," he purred. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Ogron," Anagan responded without hesitation, his voice trembling with devotion, "I'm only yours."

Ogron's lips brushed against Anagan's in a soft, almost teasing kiss, and Anagan's entire body relaxed, his earlier anxiety melting away like snow under the sun. It was a relief so profound it made him dizzy.

"That's my sweet Ana," Ogron murmured, pulling back just enough to leave Anagan wanting more. "Now, tell me how much you need me."

Anagan's voice was thick with emotion as he spoke, his words pouring out in a desperate rush. "I need you so much, Ogron. I can't do anything without you. I can't even think without you. Please, I need you here, always. I need to make you happy, I need all of you."

Ogron chuckled softly, the sound low and mocking. "Oh, my poor, needy little rabbit," he cooed, his tone sweet but edged with cruelty. He reached into his robe and pulled out a small vial, the liquid inside glinting in the dim light. "One more thing," he said, uncorking the vial, rubbing the the potion onto his lips. "Say it for me: 'I am yours, only yours, and anything you want is my happiness to give you.'"

Anagan's eyes glazed over, his mind lost, didn't even notice the vial, Ogron was the only thing he could focus on. The words slipping out as if they were the only truth he knew. "I am yours, only yours, and anything you want is my happiness to give you."

Ogron smiled in satisfaction, his lips meeting Anagan's in a kiss that was nothing short of euphoric. The potion worked its magic, filling Anagan with a heady sense of euphoria that made him cling to Ogron, desperate for more. But Ogron pulled back, taunting him with a smirk.

"Look at you, so desperate," Ogron mocked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You really can't live without me, can you?"

Anagan could only nod, too consumed by his need to form words. All he wanted was to be close to Ogron, to be loved by him, to do anything that would make him happy.

Ogron rubbed the last of the potion on his lips, thus was the last bit he needed, his gaze dark and possessive. "One final question, my little rabbit," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Who are you?"

Anagan didn't hesitate, the answer as instinctive as breathing. "I am yours," he whispered, his voice filled with absolute conviction. "I am your little rabbit. I am Ana."

Ogron's smile widened as he scooped Anagan up into a deep, intoxicating kiss, one that made Anagan's entire being melt into him. The kiss was a toxic blend of euphoria and control, and Anagan surrendered completely, loving every second of it.

In that moment, the last remnants of who Anagan once was faded into oblivion. The swift, free man he had been was gone, replaced by the obedient, devoted creature that Ogron had molded him into. Anagan's mind, heart, body, and soul had been conquered, utterly and irrevocably, by the man who now owned him.

And in that final, unsettling realization, Anagan found a twisted sense of peace, knowing that he was exactly where he was meant to be—at Ogron's feet, forever his little rabbit.