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They sat opposite each other, the distance between them seeming vast despite the intimate setting. A servant served them a feast of roast chicken, vegetables, and bread, their eyes never meeting hers. The silence was oppressive, thick with unspoken words and the weight of their situation.

Ivy took a sip of wine, her eyes never leaving Vice's masked face. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her hand gestures to the table.

Vice set his glass down with a soft clink, his gaze intense even through the mask. "I want you to understand that I am not just a monster." he said simply.

He began to tell her more of his past, of the experiments and the pain, of the loneliness and anger that had fueled his rise to power. As he spoke, Ivy could see the ghosts of his former self, a young boy lost in a world that had forsaken him. Her heart ached for him, even as she knew she could never truly trust the man he had become.

The meal was a strange dance of tension and emotion, with moments of shared humanity interwoven with the ever-present threat of his dominance. As the night grew later, the candles flickered lower, casting longer shadows across the room. The conversation grew more intimate, each of them sharing parts of themselves that had been buried deep. And

But as the last of the wine was poured and the plates were cleared away, the air grew heavy with a different kind of tension. Vice stood and walked to her, offered his hand to her, his eyes gleaming with something she couldn't quite place. "Dance with me," he said, his voice a seductive whisper.

Ivy took his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against her cold fingers. They moved to the center of the room, the music swirling around them like a siren's call. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck.

As they danced, she could almost believe that she was in the arms of a man who cared for her, not a monster who had taken her captive. But the truth was never far behind, a specter that haunted the edges of her mind.

His grip tightened, his hips pressing against hers in a way that was anything but gentle. "You're mine." he murmured, in her ear. "And you'll admit it soon enough."

Ivy closed her eyes, focusing on the beat of the music and the warmth of his embrace, trying to ignore the dark promise in his words. His hand slid down her back, resting at the base of her spine, pulling her closer. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach, a reminder of his intentions.

The kiss came without warning, a soft brush against her forehead that was almost tender. For a moment, she allowed herself to believe that he could be more than just a monster, that there was a semblance of humanity within him.

She studied him covertly, suddenly seeing him in a slightly different light. And as the candles burned low, casting long shadows across the room, she wasn't so sure she could win this game of theirs. She'd seen a vulnerable side of him. Although brief, it was there.

The silence was broken by Vice’s voice, and she looked up to see Vice watching her, a challenge in his eyes. "You know," he said, his voice a low purr, "I can give you anything you're little black heart wanted. If you’d just Submit.”

"You know what I want.” She sighs softly. “And you've made it impossible to have what I want."

Ivy took a deep breath, pushing back from him. "Goodnight Vice." she said, her voice steady.

Vice's eyes narrowed. "Not so fast," he said, his hand snaking out to grab her wrist. "The night is still young, and I have plans for you."

Her heart racing, she looked down at his hand on her skin, feeling the warmth of his touch, the power he wielded.

"What kind of plans?" she asked, her voice shaking despite her best efforts to remain calm.

Vice's smile grew, the kind that didn't reach his eyes. "You'll find out," he said, a wicked smile on his face. "let's go back to you're room." He said as he pulled her towards the door.

As they walked back through the castle, Ivy felt the weight of her decision pressing down on her. She had played his game, danced with the devil, and now she had to find a way to win. And if that meant using every ounce of wits and brain so, be it.

Back in her cell-like room, the air was thick with the scent of their earlier encounter. The candles had burned down to nubs, casting a dim glow over the rumpled bed. Vice pushed her down onto the mattress, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Ivy's heart pounded as she looked up at him, trying to gauge his intentions. She knew she had to find a way to regain control, to manipulate the situation to her advantage. She had to keep him talking, keep him engaged, so she could find an opening to escape.

Vice smirked, his grip on her wrist unyielding. "I think you need a lesson in who's in charge," he said, his voice a dark promise. "You've been playing a dangerous game, Ivy, and it's time for you to understand you're place."

He straddled her again, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She felt his hand trace the line of her jaw, his thumb lingering on her bottom lip. "Do you think you can win against me?" he whispered, his breath hot on her face.

Ivy's eyes flashed with defiance. "I have to believe I can", she said, her voice steady despite the fear that coiled in her stomach.

Vice leaned in, his masked face a mere inch from hers. "Why?" he whispered. "What makes you think you stand a chance against me?"

Ivy's gaze never wavered. "Because if I don't believe it," she said, her voice a soft challenge, "then I'm already lost." she said, her voice steady despite the fear that coiled in her stomach.

Vice's eyes searched hers, and for a moment she saw a flicker of something unreadable. Then he leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue invaded her, claiming her as his own, and she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh.

The kiss grew more demanding, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip, and she couldn't help but respond. Her body was a traitor, her hips moving against his, her hands sliding up to grasp his shoulders. He pulled back, his eyes burning into hers. "You want this," he said, his voice a growl. "Admit it."

"I can't," she gasped out, the words torn from her.