**Captured by Darkness**

Grimgar's eyes swept across the assembled women, his gaze lingering on each of them in turn, searching for the perfect prize. As he scanned the group, his eyes landed on Elara, and he felt a sudden jolt of interest. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her piercing emerald eyes seemed to gleam with a fierce inner light. He was drawn to her like a moth to flame, and his cruel grin spread across his face as he began to make his way towards her. "Ah, you," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're the one I've been looking for." Elara felt a shiver run down her spine as Grimgar's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with an unholy intensity. She tried to step back, but the other women were pressed in around her, and she was trapped. Grimgar reached out a massive hand and grasped Elara's wrist, his fingers closing around it like a vice. He pulled her out of the group, and she stumbled after him, her heart racing with fear. "You're coming with me," he snarled, his breath hot against her ear. Elara was dragged through the deserted streets of Ravenshire, Grimgar's grip on her wrist like a chain. They passed by the burning ruins of homes and businesses, the flames casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air was thick with smoke and the stench of destruction. Grimgar finally stopped in front of one of the abandoned houses, its door hanging crookedly on its hinges. He pushed Elara inside, and she stumbled, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. The house was empty, the furniture overturned, and the windows shattered. Grimgar slammed the door shut behind them, and Elara heard the sound of rusty hinges and scraping wood as he barred the door. She was trapped. Grimgar turned to face her, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. "You're mine now," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "And you'll do exactly as I say." Elara tried to struggle, but Grimgar was too strong. He grasped her clothes, tearing them from her body, leaving her standing naked and shivering in the darkness. His eyes roamed over her, drinking in every detail of her form. His hands reached out, touching her skin, and Elara felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. She tried to push him away, but he was relentless, his fingers tracing the curves of her body as if he owned her. Grimgar's laughter echoed through the empty house, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down Elara's spine. She knew that she was in the clutches of a monster, and that her life would never be the same again.