She takes a breath. "Okay," she says.

Believing that she's his is not very difficult to do, under the circumstances. He already, clearly, can do whatever he wants to her, whenever he wants. In that sense she's already his, he's just being nice. And she will be his if she swears it, swears it forever, and performs... a ritual, which under the circumstances is rather easy to be believe as well. She can and will be his forever, and she wants this, because it'll mean she'll be free of something else clearly far worse. It's very easy to decide this, to decide to be his forever.

"I'm yours," she tells him, and means it, because it's true. "I'm yours, and I want to be yours, and I will be yours forever, I am yours forever." And now for the less than fun part. She gets on the floor, on her knees, and opens her mouth. "Please make it quick," she whispers, and closes her eyes, ready and trembling and waiting.

—he doesn't, actually, want to do this. In theory this should be hot, right, the thing where he's claiming someone, forcing them to gratify him against their will—but it isn't, it's just sad and upsetting and—and it's going to be worse for her if he's not into it, why is he having qualms now this is a stupid time to have qualms—

Fuck it he is going to solve this problem with magic.

He wills himself to be turned on, and puts his dick in her mouth and thinks yes you're mine I claim you this is mine you are mine, and when his thoughts want to turn away and his body wants to flinch back he wills himself to stay on course, and he tries as much as he can to focus on owning her, claiming her, keeping her, and then he wills himself to come. He doesn't know if he needs to enjoy it for the magic to work but if so he hopes he made himself enjoy it enough.

She does her best to tune out the feeling of him in her mouth, to ignore what's being done to her, treating it as a ritual to be completed, and nothing else. A ritual that will free her, even as it makes her his, lets him own her forever, and then he cums, so quickly, and she's grateful, glad to be owned, made his forever.

And then her breast burns with energy, visible even through the shirt, visible in her minds eye even with her eyes closed, inscribing his mark on her, forevermore, binding her to him indelibly.

"Master," she says, once he takes his cock out of her mouth. "Thank you for claiming me, Master, thank you for making me yours and freeing me from how I was trapped before." She's his slave now, trapped in an entirely different way, but that doesn't matter -- she's glad to belong to him, to serve him in any way he desires. "Anything you require of me, Master, anything you wish, I will be glad to serve and perform, to the best of my ability."

It hurts a little to have that and immediately let go of it, but like hell is he going to leave her like this, she's had enough mind control for one lifetime—he wills the magic to stop doing that to her. A sun-gold flash, and it's done.

She shakes her head to clear her mind as her thoughts change yet again, returning to what they were like only a minute before.

"That was... rather strange," she says. "Thank you for, for releasing me. You wouldn't have had to. Thank you for everything."

She breathes a sigh of relief, and collapses backwards. She knows he can probably do whatever he wants to her whenever he wants now, but it's unlikely that he'd go through all this trouble just to trick her. She's... she still has no idea who she is or where she came from or what she looked like before. But at least she's free now, more or less.

"All right," she says, after a moment. "What now?"

"Now... I dunno."

He runs his hands through his hair, trying to think.

"—do you, uh—have a name?"

She closes her eyes and tries to think really really hard because a name would be something. Anything. But almost everywhere she tries to look, every thing she tries to remember, is gone, giant gaping chasms of nothing. It hurts to look, but she wants a name. She wants her name. She can remember other things, things she has to have learned in school or in the world, her instincts and her reflexes are still there, it's just her memories that are gone. Her name is hers and if she tries really hard she should be able to remember something about it. Something. Anything.

But she fails. She simply can't recall it. And then... she tries to sign her name in the air.

She opens her eyes and sighs. "I... I really remember nothing," she says. "But I think... I tried to sign my name in the air and I'm pretty sure it starts with a D? D-A-N... something? Something like Dani or Danielle maybe, I think, that feels right, almost right." She collapses forward and sighs. "I guess that'll do for now."

"I recognize that this is super awkward but do you want a hug?"

She (Dani? Danielle? Dani. At least for now, anyways) laughs. "Sure, why not. It sounds like a good idea, and worst case we'll find out I don't like them. I guess I'm going to be doing a lot of self discovery for a while." She still doesn't really feel like standing up off the couch, though, so she simply puts out her arms.

He sits down next to her and hugs her.

Dani, as it turns out, is a fan of hugs. At least in her present situation. She hugs him back, her mind still racing, clinging to what comfort she can. 

"Alright," she says, after a while, still hugging. "What's next? Is there somewhere I can stay for a while, besides a magic room in the back of your car, while I figure out. Well. Me?" 

"Yeah, I have an apartment I'm not using, I can take you there and give you the keys. My name's Sean, by the way. —If you wanna see what you look like now I can make a mirror."

"A mirror would be nice, please, yes. Thank you. And the apartment. And... thank you so much. Really. For everything. I... it would have been horrible if you hadn't found me." She's really enjoying this hug, honestly. She can just keep hugging for a while until he wants her to stop. 

He shows no signs of wanting her to stop.

The wall they're facing shimmers and turns into a mirror; for a brief moment before the glow fades, it reflects the fiery light of his eyes.

She looks, well, normal. Which was more or less what she'd asked for in the first place. Somewhat pretty, well built, but very much not some perverted man's horrid sex fantasy or whatever she was. She takes a deep breath, looking at herself. She can't remember what she used to look like. This isn't perfect, certainly not when she apparently can look like whatever she wants. And she should probably get a lot more detail, at some point, of what kind of magic is going on here. But right now... she just wants to relax. And decompress. And come to terms with having total amnesia and being technically the property of someone with magic powers. Which is quite a lot to get used to. And maybe tomorrow, she can find out more, and, strategize? Strategize sounds good. 

"This... thank you. This is good, at least for the next while. I... I think we might want to head for that apartment now? I think I would like to rest for a while. Get some sleep. Or something." 

"Yeah." He hugs her again. "Yeah, sure."

He takes down the forward wall and heads for the front of the car; as she follows him, the room and its furnishings close up and disappear behind them.

He really is just full of magic isn't he. She's pretty sure she didn't know about magic beforehand. She can remember lots of things she doesn't actually remember using ever, like computers and cell phones and cars and the internet that would seem magical if she didn't know anything at all. But she doesn't know anything about magic. She really wishes she knew how she got into this mess. Or who she was. Or... anything. She takes a deep breath and sits down next to him in the passenger seat and waits for him to drive her wherever they're going to go. 

It's a longish drive back to his apartment, but he does still remember where it is and how to get in. He gives Dani the keys and accompanies her up the elevator, and there it is, untouched since that first night.

It really is a very nice apartment. Very... aesthetic. And furnished. She sees the kitchen, and her stomach rumbles. She heads over to the fridge, and opens it. 

"I'm really sorry to keep imposing on you when you've done so much for me," she says. "But could I trouble you for some takeout? I'm actually really hungry, it seems." 

"—you're mine now, I'm not going to not feed you," he says. "I—man, I should've thought of this in the car, I might be able to just conjure food out of thin air but definitely only in my territory—oh, I can also make you not hungry anymore with magic, I haven't actually eaten any food in days myself—but if you wanna order takeout go for it, I'll pay."

Dani pauses for a second, confused, sorting through the implications that he only has power over his territory (is she his territory? Is the apartment not? What are the rules here?) before quashing the thoughts. She really wants to decompress first. There can be time for explanations later. Tomorrow. 

She considers his offer. In some ways it's a little bit tempting. But in others...

"I think I would really prefer to have actual food, please," she says. "At least for now, I want to pretend things are normal. I want to eat something delicious. And terrible for me. And then fall asleep. Thank you." 

"Sure, I can do that."

He hugs her again and then orders some takeout.

Hugs are really very nice. She's pretty glad Sean is being so comforting to her. 

She wants to ask questions, but she knows if she starts asking them she isn't going to stop. And right now... she really needs to rest. 

"I... I think I'm probably good for now," she says. "I want to asking you so very very many things, but... I think I'd really better rest. For tonight. You can stick around if you want to, but you certainly don't have to. I can pick up the food when it shows up just fine, I don't want to keep you from anything else. But tomorrow, tomorrow I am going to have lots of questions." 

"Yeah, makes sense," he says. "I'll come back tomorrow. And I'll leave you my number, I think there's a landline around here somewhere, you can call me if you need something."

She hugs him a little bit more tightly, then slowly releases. "Thank you," she says. "Thank you so very much. For everything."