Every part of her is his (Mild R18)

Like loud drums, the sound of her heart pounding in her ears was deafening. His dark shadow loomed over her form, obscuring the space beneath. One could almost see the phantom of the malevolent being under her feet stretching its dark tentacles all over her body, coiling, and establishing its dominion.

Arianne closed her eyes after having this horrific thought. 

The grip on her shoulders and the scalding breeze on her neck was still sending out a constant reminder of the man's words demanding her response which she'd rather would not answer, because his question didn't sound like one, it was rather infused with ill-boding hint that if she ever said something he loathed, the man would bring forth his judgement and gobble her up in one bite.