...okay, either something deeply fucked up is going on here, or... actually, no. Something deeply fucked up is going on here, and, separately, someone else with magic powers is probably involved.

Well, fuck.

He looks deeper, to see what's happening under the surface. (And paralyzes the girl so she'll stop distracting him. He's no longer bothering to hide the glow of his eyes.)

....he's gonna fuck me he's gonna fuck me it's all my fault I can't make it stop I don't want this I don't want to look I'm so sorry I don't want to see I don't want to be a dirty whore I don't want to be a cheap whore I'm sorry I'm sorry this is my punishment I'm just a stupid slut now I'm just worthless and terrible and this is all my fault always my fault I'm so sorry I'm so so sorry please don't make me do this I don't want to do this I don't want to get fucked I don't want to be like this I'm sorry it's all my fault I want it to stop please it won't stop please don't make me watch I'm so so so sorry...

Wow.

Okay. Before anything else—

He wills her to sleep, gets her properly sitting in her seat with her seatbelt fastened, and drives. Far away from this street, far away from campus, far away from his apartment, hopefully far enough away from any remotely relevant thing that if someone is watching her by some means other than directly via magic he'll be able to see them coming.

He opaques the windows and soundproofs the car and drags her into the back—but this time he doesn't do the torture closet thing. He puts in warm lighting and a thick wine-red carpet and a big squashy comfortable couch, and he wills the car to be entirely impenetrable to all forms of surveillance including magical kinds just in case that works, and covers the walls in a pretty red-and-gold tile pattern, and puts the girl on the couch, and then he wills the inner personality to wake up and get control of the body with the shell still 'asleep'. (He contemplates erasing the shell completely, and almost does it, but—he's feeling very cautious about this whole business. Better to stick to changes he's confident are reversible until he knows more.)

She wakes up and she's somewhere unfamiliar. And she doesn't know how she got there. And... she's in control of her body again. And there's a man standing over her. She screams and backs away a little, deeper into the couch. "I'm... I'm... please don't hurt me, I'm sorry!" She's not sure why she's free or if she is free or what's going on and she's still in this body and she's so sorry and she's not sure what to say and if this is the Important Man who did this to her as punishment (which she deserved, she's so sorry) and he fixed her or if he's someone else who fixed her or what's going on. "I'm, I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll do anything, please don't do that to me again, I'm so sorry, please!" She shrinks back further.

"I'm not planning to hurt you," he says. "I want to know what happened."

She sobs, and curls up. She doesn't know if she can trust him but she can't see a way out and there's nothing she can do and she doesn't know how she got here and... "I did a bad thing," she says, between sobs. "I did something bad to someone very important and I'm so so sorry and I deserved to be punished and so he punished me and I'm so sorry it was all my fault and I'm being punished and I deserve to be punished." She doesn't want to be punished, though, she really really doesn't want it.

"...and you don't remember what you did, or to who?"

She shakes her head back and forth wildly, still sobbing. She's just a worthless cheap whore now cheap whores don't need to remember or know things other than how to fuck and suck and how much they're worth and she's not supposed to remember anything anyways other than that she's bad and deserves to be punished.

"I think you've been punished enough," he says.

There is nothing she could possibly have done to deserve this, and it - itches that she's obviously been forced to believe otherwise. It makes him want to fix it.

On the other hand, would forcing her to believe his opinions actually make anything better?

He tries to will her—not to be forced to believe things. If that's possible.

(His eyes flash with a fiery red-gold light.)

She sees his eyes glow with a red-gold light, almost like they're burning, and she feels a giant heavy weight lift from her mind. And then...

She's still horrible but the force behind her being horrible is gone. It doesn't feel as true anymore. Without whatever force it was that was keeping her locked in certain modes of thought, she's free to explore other more... well traveled modes of thought. Not modes of thought she remembers using, but ones that are easier to use, easier for her thoughts to flow into than the very shallow groove worn by how her thoughts had been forced to be.

She's a rather analytical person, she finds. Or she was. She'd been something else and made someone mad and that someone had... made her like this. And that wasn't very nice. It was hard to argue with the only thoughts she could ever remember having, but maybe... maybe she isn't bad? Maybe the man is? She keeps trying to draw analogies to other things to help her think but the threads she follows keep dangling off into nothing and it's so frustrating.

"Th-thank you," she sobs. "I... it's so hard to think, but this is easier, whatever you did, thank you."

"It's... not permanent," he says. "Not right now, anyway. I can fix you up while you're on my territory but as soon as you leave I lose all my power over you and you go back to the way you were before. I want to make it permanent, I'm really pissed off at you being forced to hate yourself like that, but - my power only works on things I own. I can only do permanent things to somebody if they agree to be my property."

No no no no she can't go back to that that she can't she can't she won't. She doesn't know if he's lying to her or toying with her or wants to get her to agree to something for his own reasons, but it doesn't matter. She'll do anything to get out of... whatever happened to her. Was done to her. And even if he's lying he can probably reverse this and she doesn't want to be... that thing that she was, out on the street. It was a nightmare and it was one she couldn't wake up from and it wouldn't end and she couldn't hide. "I'll... I do anything," she tells him. "I don't care. I'll be your property and do whatever you want and promise anything you want. Just, please. Don't let that happen to me anymore."

This is so fucked up. Man, he barely even wants to fuck her at this point, but—if she really doesn't want to risk being like that again—

"...I don't have a good way of making sure it worked except letting you out of my territory and seeing if you turn back," he says. "I promise if you do I'll drag you back in, and then—well, the bad way of making sure it worked, and I am super aware of how much this makes me sound like a terrible person who is lying about everything, but the only other time I've gotten somebody to agree to be mine, she got a shiny magic tattoo as soon as she sucked my dick afterward."

She sobs. The idea of having to do anything sexual right now turns her stomach after the past couple hours but. She'll do it if she has to. She'd just... rather not have to do it.

"I... I'd really rather not," she says, sobbing. "I will do whatever I need to do but I'd, rather, not. Can we check if, if I don't need to do anything sexual first? And if I do have to... I will." She almost doesn't even want to take the risk of being like that again but if he said he'd pull her back in since apparently it has something to do with whether she's inside his car? (almost too weird to be a lie). If he says he'll pull her back in she can stand a couple seconds like that and then she'll do what she has to do to make sure of it like he says he has to. Even if it turns her stomach. "It doesn't matter if you're lying right now. I'll do whatever it takes if you don't... send me back out like that forever. Please."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. I'm not—I'm not gonna leave you like that, not while there's a way I can fix it."

He opens up the wall back to the front of the car, leads her through, and lets her out, ready to grab her and pull her back if she goes crazy again.

She has a moment to be confused as he leads her through things about how he managed to fit such a room inside his care like that and then--

There's a cute boy in that car! Maybe he'll fuck her! She's a cheap slut and really really wants to fuck! She's so horny! "You're cute!" she says. "Do you wanna fuck? Only 20 dollars! Any hole you want!"

Wow yep okay dragging her back in now. The moment she's inside the car, his eyes flare sun-gold as he restores everything he gave her before.

"Fuck, I'm sorry."

She keels over and sobs. "Thank you," she tells him. "Thank you, thank you for saving me, thank you, I'm sorry, I'll... what do you need me to do, to, to prove to the magic that I'm yours. Just tell me. Please. And don't make it too bad, if, if you can."

"I'm—"

Wow, he really doesn't want to fuck her. Not like this, not as—not as the thing that this is.

But he said he'd fix her so he will.

"I'm sorry," he says again. "Fuck. I. Okay. The only way I know for sure works is if you swear to be mine forever and then suck my dick. I'd make it something else if I could, I—if you want to just sit in the magic room in the back of my car forever you can do that—"

The option of just staying in that nice room for forever and not having to do anything sexual again is much more enticing than it has any right to be. She sobs a little bit again. She wants to say yes to that, but she knows that it will not take her very long before she gets very very bored in there. But the idea of being so oversexed like this being made to do horrible things and then still having to escape when escape is in sight is, is... she sobs.

"I... I think I might need a few minutes," she tells him. "I will do what I need to do but..." she takes a breath to steady herself, looking down at... what she was made into. "I think... I think it will help if there's any way to make me not look like this, please? If that's something you can do, I don't know what you can or can't do. If you can't that's fine, I just... it hurts being made into this horror and then having to do things anyways like this."

"—yeah, of course—what do you want to look like?"

She wants to look like what she used to look like. She wants to be who she used to be. She tries her hardest to remember what that was and every way she tries to think of it there's nothing but a great big gaping void of nothingness where her memory should be. She curls up and sobs again.

"I... I don't know, something normal, something that doesn't look fake or plastic or specifically built for sex, like, like this," she waves a hand over her body. "I... I can always change it later, right? Just make me into something else, anything else, and I can try and make another more informed choice later."

Fuck.

He wills her to change, then, and gives her a body like the kind of body he would want in her place—tall and quietly powerful, still good-looking but in a regal, forbidding way, solidly built and maybe even a little on the heavy side but without anything particularly impressive in the chest department—and clothes to match, something casual in the jeans-and-loose-T-shirt genre. Once again, the exercise of power makes his eyes glow like fire.

His eyes glow once more. and she suddenly feels very different. She looks down at herself to see muscles and a much more sanely proportioned body and sensible clothing and she suddenly feels a lot better. She curls up and sighs, sobbing a little, but they're more out of a straightforward release of tension than anything else. She doesn't look like that anymore. And honestly the fact that he gave her muscles and strength is surprisingly reassuring. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but still strong.

She sighs and takes a couple of minutes to just, relax, and come to terms with things. She doesn't know who she is, or was. Someone did something utterly horrible to her and made her into that and wiped her memory and she has no idea why, other than she must have pissed him off a great deal. And... now if she wants to be free of whatever he did to her, she has to suck off this other man and swear to be his forever. Which is utterly horrible, but it's not like she has a choice.

After taking a few minutes to relax, wipe away her tears, and come around to the point where the idea didn't want to make her run in terror, she picks her head up. "All right," she says, her voice quavering only slightly. "What do I need to do?"

...he keeps wanting to hug her, and then feeling like this is a wildly inappropriate urge under the circumstances, and then he looks at her and feels what she's thinking and ends up wanting to hug her again.

"...you tell me you're mine," he says, "that you're mine and you'll always be mine, and you mean it, and believe it, and then—man, this is such a stupid way for magic to work—then you suck my dick and I come in your mouth and a couple seconds later the magic gives you a magic glowing tattoo. It's pretty, it kinda looks like a sun. I can hide it afterward. The last girl also got, like, magic slave feelings, but I'm not planning on letting you keep those for longer than the couple of seconds it takes me to fix you again. You can have them back afterward if you really want."