As Levi threw Liam onto the bed, Liam's mind was racing with fear and confusion. "What have I done?" he asked, his voice shaking.

Levi grinned and slapped Liam's wrist. "You are my property now. You belong to me," he said, his voice dripping with venom. Then, he turned and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Liam was left alone on the bed, surrounded by luxury and opulence, but feeling more alone and vulnerable than he had ever felt before. He didn't know what was going to happen to him. 

With each passing moment, Liam's fear and anxiety grew. He stared up at the ceiling, the sound of Levi's breathing the only thing that filled the room.

After what seemed like ages, Levi finally spoke, his voice low and rough. "I'm sorry for slapping you," he said, his tone almost gentle.

Liam was caught off guard by the sudden change in Levi's demeanor. He hesitated, unsure of what to say.

Levi must have noticed Liam's confusion, for he spoke again, his tone more firm this time. "Shut up," he commanded.

Liam did as he was told, and Levi drew Liam closer, snuggling up to him on the bed. Liam felt Levi's body pressed against his, and he didn't know what to do. He was terrified and confused, and he had no idea what Levi had in store for him. He closed his eyes and waited for the worst to happen.