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Sep 15, 2019 1:44 AM
A Serg makes an ill-advised deal for power
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"Architecture, which I hopefully will not suck at!"

He shuts the car door and goes around to get in the driver's side, and rolls up the windows, and takes a moment to just enjoy the fact that he did it, that he has her in his power now, that he can do whatever he wants with her and make her forget it afterward—

Okay. He should probably be, like, at all cautious or responsible about this. Do something minor and make her forget it, to check that he can do that, that he knows how. If he was being *really* cautious and responsible he'd make her whole first drive innocuous enough to not get him arrested if she remembers the whole thing and gets his license plate afterward, but, really, fuck that. It's not like it'd be the first time.

He glances across the car at her and smiles as he rolls up the windows. She's so pretty.

—and then—he has magic powers in here, he can do something that she wouldn't even trace to him if he couldn't figure out how to make her forget it—he does make the car impervious to sound, no need to attract extra attention—

He wishes for her to suddenly have an awful headache. Nothing that will cause damage, because he doesn't yet know how much he's capable of fixing or how easily he can do it, but he wants it to hurt.

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"Architecture. Huh, what's that like..." Jenna winces suddenly. A sudden spike of pain sparkled imbetween her temples. She raises her hand to rub her head. "Sorry, give me a moment, please?" She was enjoying a nice time with a cute boy. Why was she getting a headache now? He was going to think she was a silly girl prone to stupid things like this and... And was this what serious headaches were like? Ow. Ow. Maybe it was some weird reaction to a chemical in the car? Owww.

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He leaves the headache on for another couple of seconds, then stops it and takes away her memory of it ever happening.

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Jenna blinks a couple of times, feeling an odd sense of discontinuity. What had she just been doing? Oh right making conversation with a cute boy in his really really awesome car. "So, architecture, huh? What's that like?"

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"I wouldn't know. Classes haven't started yet."

All right. Man, he's too excited to even really know what he wants to do next—

Basic precautions first, though: he opaques the windows.

Okay. Okay. He needs to not immediately go nuts, here—imagine if he made her bleed all over the seat and then couldn't clean it up properly—or broke her arm and then discovered he couldn't fix it—he really should take it slow—

But he's so excited and it's so hard to not just immediately do a hundred different things.

Space itself seems to twist and shudder as he bites his lip and stares at her and tries to pick just one thing to start with, just one reasonable thing that he's confident he can manage, that doesn't involve trying to pull them both into a pocket dimension or expanding the interior volume of the car a hundredfold to make a nice easily cleaned space to drag her off into or or or—

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Jenna is suddenly terrified. The windows are dark which is bad because it would mean he could do all sorts of terrible things and though she's never heard of kidnappers using polarized light or anything like that though she assumes they could and plus now her mother was right which is the worst thing except now everything is weird and twisting and awful and hurts to look at and and...

"Do... Do you see that Sean? What's...what's going on?" she asks in a small voice. 

 

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...he can't help breaking into a grin.

"Oh, I have magic powers and I'm going to do terrible things to you and then fix you up and make you forget it ever happened and take you home safe."

Fuck it's such a relief to be able to just tell her. It calms him down enough that the edges of the car's interior stop rippling, and he can take a breath and look at her thoughtfully and then—ooh, logically speaking in his own space he's got to be telekinetic, right? It'd be insane if he could change things but not move them. So he should be able to just... pick her up by force of will alone, and toss her into the suddenly much roomier back of the car.

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Jenna hardly has any idea what to say to that. There's the fact that what he's saying makes no sense except that well, weird horrifying stuff going on that thankfully seems to be calming down and the slight reassurance (that she's not sure she believes but not sure she has any choice) that she'll be safe at the end which is good and at least kindof proves her mother wrong and well her mother certainly didn't predict this and then her thoughts are interrupted as she's suddenly thrown backwards into a... large... trunk. Which is much bigger than it has any right to be. Much bigger than can fit in the car. What. Well, he did say magic. Also, fuck she's terrified and has no clue what's going on. 

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He follows her a moment later. Oh she's so cute when she's scared.

Hmm, this space should be a little bigger. Enough room to stand up, enough room to stretch out. And instead of all this black plastic there should be tile on the floor—black glossy hexagons, marbled with red and gold, he didn't know he was such an artist—and the walls should be solid obsidian, and there should be light, enough to see by but not enough to make those black glass walls any less intimidating—he grabs her arm and, hmm, as much fun as it would be to rip her clothes off, he should probably get them off her intact so he can pile them up in the passenger seat to put back on her later. Maybe someday he'll have enough practice repairing things to really trust the ability, but that day is not today.

Half by hand and half by magic, he pulls all her clothes off and tosses them to the front of the car.

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Ohhhhhh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck fuck fuck. She was taught never to curse unless she really meant it and she mostly did that unless she was really feeling it but fucking hell if this didn't qualify. By a mile. Being abducted by some kind of evil wizard who could change everything around her into a creepy demon temple with a... thought? Effort of will? How the fuck was she supposed to know? Regardless it qualified. And now here he was pulling her clothing off and every time she tries to stop him he does something and the clothing comes off anyways and he's so much bigger and stronger than her which she still thinks is hot which is a stupid thing to think when he's clearly going to do awful awful awful things to you that you are not going to want or like, probably rape her and... she has no idea what else, he said he'd leave her safe so probably not sacrifice her to his demon gods but who knows! How the fuck is she supposed to know?? She backs up a little into a corner of the thing, then gives up on trying to stop him and doing her best to do what he wants so that this.. whatever this is will go easier. 

"Please... please don't hurt me," she says, putting on her best terrified look which isn't particularly hard right now is it. Fuck. "I'll... do what you want if you promise to let me go, just please don't hurt me." She cowers in the corner doing her best to look meek and helpless (and probably succeeding, because, well, wizard. Fuck). 

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"Oh, I'm definitely gonna hurt you," he says, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it up front with all her stuff. (Everything else he's wearing, he doesn't mind getting blood on.) An obsidian wall shimmers into view, blocking off the opening to the front of the car.

He looks down at her, smiling in a not particularly friendly way, and then he grabs her wrist and squeezes until he feels something crack.

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oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK "aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Jenna screams. He broke her wrist he broke her wrist why what the fuck why and it hurts it hurts like nothing she ever felt before what the actual fuck it hurts and when she tries to pull away to get away from the evil fucking wizard it just hurts more and she can't stop screaming and can feel the tears streaming down her face in the pain why why why??

Jenna sobs and catches her breath and manages to stop screaming. Barely. It really fucking hurts and he isn't letting go. "Please... please don't do that," she sobs. She doesn't have to even try to put anything on her terror has to be bubbling out of her like crazy because she is terrified. "You don't have to do that, Sean, please, just, I'll do whatever you want, please." 

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Oh she scares so good. She screams pretty good, too. He likes this one. He wants to keep her.

(He can own people, the sketchy guy said so—if they consider themselves to be his? He should investigate what exactly that means. Later.)

"I don't have to," he agrees. "But I want to. So I'm gonna. If it's any consolation—and it'd be pretty fair if it wasn't—I really am going to take you home and let you go, after I'm done with you."

He squeezes her wrist again, then lets go and wills it to heal.

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fffuuuCKKKKKKKK it hurts so much when he does that and makes her scream and scream and ... scream and... what? She turns her wrist back and forth, looking at it, bending it experimentally back and forth. It feels... fine. Almost better than fine. He just healed it perfectly using whatever demon magic she had. This is no less terrifying than everything else the evil wizard has been doing but at least she's not in agonizing pain anymore. But... Jenna plays back the last dozen seconds or so in her head. He wants to. He wants to see her in pain? What a fucking asshole sadist but... she can do that. Especially if she actually is in pain which she expects to be. Wow is it easier to think without all that pain, amazing how lack of pain clears her head, and brings her usual self to the forefront so she can actually do crisis control and think about what to do about this horrendous situation, isn't it? Maybe it'll get this over with if she does what he wants. And then she can get back to her normal life, as long as he's telling the truth which technically she has no reason to trust but she's going to cling to that hope because fuck how horrible would it be to... live like this, or die like this. She doesn't want to think about it she's not going to think about this. 

"Th-thank you," she finally manages, putting her gratefulness as forward as possible, continuing to bend her wrist back and forth to show what she's grateful for. "Please... I'll... I can't stop you at all but I'll do whatever you want, if, if... I'll do whatever you need me to if you have to, if, if you're going to let me go and, and heal me so I'm ok. Th-th-thank you for healing me." She sobs a little and shrinks backwards a little involuntarily. 

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"I'm not exactly doing it for your benefit, but you're welcome anyway, I guess."

She's really a lot more fun when she's screaming than when she's trying to bargain for mercy. He makes a thoughtful humming noise, and then there's a knife in his hand and he's grabbing her by the throat and lifting her off the floor.

(This body is so good. The power would almost be worth it just for that.)

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Oh fuck he has a knife. Why does he have a knife well the obvious reason obviously but fuck what is he going to do with the knife fuck. A dozen things flash through her mind and she struggles in his grasp which is around her neck shit shit shit when did she get in the air fuck well he... wants her to be... screaming, well, it's not like it's hard for her to do under the circumstances. She reaches down into her terror and... fuck she has no idea what's going to happen and he's going to hurt her and hurt her and.... fuck! She screams, and struggles and tries to get away, kicking and punching at him and trying to get away from the hand on her throat on and the knife. Why does he have a knife

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As nice as it is when she struggles, he doesn't want to accidentally kill her. So he takes away her ability to move, just for a few seconds, and opens a long slice down her ribs and makes the knife disappear and runs his fingers along the cut and licks blood off his fingertips and then lets her move again.

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Jenna gets cut off in midscream and midpunch and .... shit. She can't move a muscle at all and that just makes her want to scream more and she's not even breathing and he's cutting into her and it hurts again not as bad the wrist thank goodness but it still hurts and she can't do anything about it at all she's paralyzed and... then he licks it which is disgusting and weird and only brings back thoughts of being bled to death in this creepy demon temple for his demon gods and then she can move again and she's screaming again and she clutches her side to try and keep the blood in which she realizes is probably fruitless under the circumstances but that's what her body and instinct is telling her to do. She tries to pull away from him but she has no leverage being suspended in the air by her neck fuck how is he that strong. She screams and hangs there limply, waiting for whatever horror he's going to bring on her next (and secretly hoping he'll heal her again, the healing is nice, at least, even if the rest is awful and despicable). 

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He does, in fact, heal her again. It's good to be thorough about testing what he can fix. Everything's worked great so far but it'd be a shame if he screwed something up and couldn't make it better.

And then, still holding her up by her neck, he pins her against a wall and makes his clothes disappear and fucks her. He could draw it out more first but he doesn't want to, not with how gorgeous she is when she's bleeding and screaming and helpless.

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At first, she's grateful to be healed again. Not that he cares, apparently. Asshole. And then she's getting raped. Apparently. She's so shocked at how sudden it is that she forgets to scream for the first few seconds, glowering down at him, for, of all the stupid things, proving her mother right. She was perfectly happy to have a good time in a new city with new people that her mother kept telling her to be careful in and she kept telling herself her mother was crazy and yet, here she is, getting hurt and raped by a sadist evil wizard, which is apparently a thing that exists. She almost wants to giggle with the way in which her mother is being proven right, probably because of being overwhelmed with shock in this stupid, horrible, awful situation, and wait shouldn't be wrapped in a blanket and have her feet raised when she's in shock and now she is giggling at how stupid this is, how there's some awful evil sadist rapist wizard raping her and she's thinking of what is supposed to happen when she's in shock. Which almost certainly means she's in shock right now, fuck. The fucking honestly doesn't feel too bad, though really she would have much rather her first time not be with an evil rapist wizard raping her in the back of his magic car but well, beggars can't be choosers, right? Oh, she's definitely in shock. She screams a little, but not as loud as he would probably like, which means he's probably going to hurt her more, but well, what's a little more pain, right? Fuck. Oh, this next one is going to hurt, she just knows it. 

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She's very right! It is going to hurt!

It takes him a couple of seconds to decide she's not in enough pain and a couple more seconds to decide what to do about that, and then he bites her shoulder. Blood pours down her side. He licks it.

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She was right! How predictable. And horrible. Fuck. Jenna screams in pain as she feels his teeth dig into her shoulder, and watches in horror and disgust as he licks it up again. Why the fuck is he doing that, does he seriously get off on licking up blood what a fucking sicko. Not that it's much worse than everything else he's been doing, but well. Ugh. And she's bleeding again and how is there so much blood and it hurts again still not nearly as much as that time he broke her fucking wrist and she really hopes to never repeat that experience (but she might, oh fuck she might, better scream louder so he doesn't do it again so she screams louder terrified of that), but it still really hurts. She tries to struggle a little but she knows it's fruitless, she just screams and is raped and tries to pull away from his disgusting blood-licking habits. Ew. Fuck.

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That sounds like someone screaming louder in the hope that he won't hurt her more. Which is hot in its own way—especially given that just being somewhere where he can let them scream is already a treat—but he'd still much rather hear a sincere performance.

Obvious solution: hurt her more.

Hmm, how about burns, he hasn't tried burns yet. He tightens his hands, on her throat and her thigh, digging in his fingers and willing the flesh to sear under them—not heat, just burns, it wouldn't be any fun if he burned himself in the process.

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Oh, fuck, what the fuck she thought the wrist thing was bad and now he's making her skin bubble and scar and blister under his fingers and he's pressing on them and it feels exactly like her finger felt the next day that time she tried to pick up a burning pot when she was seven. Only that was a small burn that went away in a week this is ow ow oW OWW holy fucking shit why?? This is a hundred times worse and he's pushing his fingers into him like an asshole and holy fuck she's screaming now, no need to try and scream louder if she does that her lungs will probably explode this is literally pain like nothing she's ever felt and it's just hurting more and more and she struggles to get away and that just makes it worse how is he so strong and he's still fucking her and her first time should not be like this but at least she's not going to remember this, well, he said but in some ways that's worse she just wants this to end and she's still screaming and struggling and making it worse but she can't stop it just hurts and hurts and hurts and why won't he just get this over with

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Oh, that's much better.

He bites her shoulder again, tastes blood and loves it and fucks her into the wall, she's so pretty and scared and in so much pain and he did that to her, he can do anything he wants

"Mine," he says, and the only imperfection in this glorious moment is that it isn't really true, he can't claim her by his will alone—but she's in his power and that's nearly as good—and he comes, and for a moment just stands there holding her pinned against the wall, and then he licks blood from her shoulder again and wills her to sleep.

Okay, cleanup time. Heal her, revert her memory again, wish his clothes back on, wish all the blood away, get her clothes back on, get them both back in place in the front of the car, take down the opacity and soundproofing, put on his jacket—as far as he can tell, all the things he wished away came back fine, maybe next time he'll trust wishing to work—take a minute to catch his breath a little and get used to the fact that he just did that and it was real, so that when he wakes her up he won't be weird about it...

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