Evelyn sighs. "Yeah, probably. I think next time I do this I'm going to get some canvas bags. It is good exercise, you know?" She hefts the bags again, wincing. Wow that thin plastic really smarts and ow, shit. One of the bags' handles snaps and falls from her grasp, sending cans rolling around all over the street. Damnit. She puts her bags back down again and goes to go and gather up her wayward groceries. 

...he parks the car properly, turns it off, and gets out to help her clean up.

"You sure you don't want a ride?"

She cannot properly hold the bag with the snapped handle. And if she puts more weight into the other bags... this is all the more reason to make sure she buys a full complement of canvas bags next time. And make sure they have comfy handles. Maybe she can search some stuff up online? But there's a present problem to deal with. 

"Does that... thing even have a proper trunk?" She asks. He really does just seem like a nice helpful boy. Nice to know they make them sweet. Even if he is rather big and strong. She hopes Sam grows up like this one. "I don't think there's enough room to carry it all on my lap. I really can just call my husband." 

"It's roomier than it looks."

He pops the hood open to show her—there's a little space in there, not by any means as big as a normal car's trunk, but big enough to handle most if not all of her groceries. (Also bigger than the car normally comes with, but she doesn't need to know that.) "And there's some space behind the seats, too."

Big enough to put all of her groceries in, at least. Evelyn holds onto the eggs -- no idea how this boy drives, especially with a car like this, but manages to fit all the rest of her groceries in the trunk nice and snugly. "It's really not very far," she tells him as she leaves him to close the trunk and heads for the passenger door. "Only about a dozen blocks thataway, I can give you the address if you want. And really, thanks for the help, I'll plan better next time and maybe buy a little bit less." 

"It's no problem, I promise."

He closes the front of the car, opens the driver's side door—

—wills her asleep, carefully extracts the eggs from her grasp, sets them down on the driver's seat and drops his jacket on top of them as he tosses her into the back with telekinesis, opaques the windows and soundproofs the car, follows her back there, sets up the floor and the walls again, wishes away his clothes, wishes her clothes off her and into the front seat—

—wishes her on fire and lets her wake up.

Holy shit she's on fire the house is on fire the kids the KIDS she screams for Sam and Mary shit she has to wake the kids up and her husband up and get them out and shit wait... 

She's not in her house last thing she remembers she was in a car. Her kids are home with Michael and safe and very much not on fire. Good. How did she get here was she in an accident? This doesn't look or feel like she remembers what did they crash into? Figure out later get out of danger first. Trying to ignore the agonizing pain, even as it makes her scream in agony, she feels around for the door handle and tries to open it. 

Aww.

The only light available is from the fire eating at her skin and hair; it makes it hard to see anything.

The walls are hard and smooth and reflect the flames like glass and there's no sign of a door handle anywhere.

Now—can he make himself impervious to fire, or make the fire something he's impervious to? He reaches hesitantly into the flames... and isn't burned.

That opens up a whole lot of possibilities, doesn't it.

But the first thing he's going to try is: he grabs her and tackles her to the floor, and makes her burn even worse everywhere he touches her, and pins her down with her face pressed into the cold tile. It's an incredible thrill, just being able to do this to someone. Look how much he can hurt her.

What. 

Evelyn isn't sure where she is or how she got here or even where here is. Or why she's burning and how the thing doesn't seem to mind. The only reasonable thing is that she was in a horrible horrible accident and she's dreaming or hallucinating...whatever this is, as a way of interpreting the pain she's in. Unfortunate. It's really not a fun way to be interpreting what's going on, but she doesn't seem to be able to change the dream. Or wake up. She really hopes the thing manhandling her is just a rescue worker and she's doing a pisspoor interpretation of being pulled out of a burning wreck of a car. She really really hopes that she's not too horribly damaged by this and her kids aren't traumatized by this. She hopes it's just a funny story for everyone to laugh about at thanksgiving. She does her best to stay still and try not to fight the rescue worker, even with the agonizing pain. 

He is, it must be said, not behaving very much like a rescue worker.

Also, she's on fire and it hurts and it hurts much worse wherever his skin contacts hers, but the damage never gets more than (excruciatingly) superficial; all her limbs still work, nothing is ever damaged enough to stop responding, nothing is ever damaged enough to stop hurting.

(He expected, when he brought her to the floor, that he'd want to rape her pretty soon; but instead he finds himself getting a little lost in just playing with her, burning her and healing her and touching her and holding her down. There's a thrill to it that goes beyond mere sex. It makes him feel like a god.)

He really really isn't. It's a bit perplexing. 

This is a really awful dream interpretation or nightmare or whatever this is. Evelyn really wishes they would get her to the ambulance and pump her full of morphine so she can get to hallucinating about something other than fire. And maybe less creepy aesthetics. She's managed to stop screaming, at least. Even if she is doing a bunch of gasping sobs instead with what is now a very dry throat.

Most of her limbs seem like they're working still, so maybe things aren't as bad as they seem. Hopefully. Unless it's phantom limb pain or a dream, which would really be a problem, but there's not much she can do about it. 

She manages to open her mouth and croak "Can you get me some painkillers, please?" Oh wow it hurts to talk. "Something really strong would be nice. Not sure if it looks it but I'm in a lot of pain. And definitely hallucinating." She coughs a couple of times. "And maybe some water? Water would be real good around now." 

...on the one hand he can't help admiring her a little for being so sensible under this amount of stress. On the other hand, he kind of wishes she'd believe in the concrete facts of the situation—

Suddenly, in a shock, Evelyn realizes that she is not actually hallucinating. This is real. She's not entirely sure how she knows this, and almost wants to chalk it up to further hallucination. But well, she really knows it. 

She's not sure how she managed to get from the car to here, or why this man is pressing his hands into her causing her even more pain and burning. Or for that matter, since this is real, why she's not already dead, burnt to a cinder. Nonetheless, it hurts and he clearly knows this and seems to be enjoying it. And Evelyn very much wants him to stop. He seems to be immune to fire, well, lets see if he's immune to other things. 

It's really hard to move with the pain, but Evelyn uses the thought of getting out of here and getting back to her children (and possibly a little bit of fury), and manages to reach around behind her. She'd much rather use a knee or a leg, but doesn't have the leverage and can't see behind herself very well. Fighting through the literally burning pain, she reaches up, finds his crotch, and squeezes as hard as she can, gritting her teeth and not letting go. 

"Get. Off. Me. Now." She says, gasping and squeezing. 

—he snarls, and there's a moment where she's freezing and burning and her whole body unraveling into an abstract sculpture of flesh and bone and exposed nerve—

—and then he realizes what happened, and most of his sudden rage fades away, and she's whole again and on less than the maximum possible amount of fire, but she can't move or breathe—

—and then he takes a deep breath, methodically breaks both her arms, and lifts the paralysis.

Ok well, something horrible just happened and Evelyn did not like it. Really really really did not even a little bit. Of the worst things that have happened in her life, including everything else that's been going on in the last minute or two, this one was the worst. Yup. It's a little hard to process exactly what it just was which is why Evelyn is going in circles a little bit and should... probably... calm... down. Okay.

And then the man, person... whatever he is had put her back together and which even still on fire is much better than whatever that was. She can't move. But honestly, that's still fine. In comparison. And then he goes and breaks her arms, which, ok, it hurts, but it's still better than... that. And then suddenly she can move again. And talk. 

"Okay." She says, her mouth still dry. "I would really prefer it if you didn't do that again. If you don't mind." There's more that she wants to say, but she still really hurts (though honestly, not remotely nearly as much as she could), and it's still hard to talk. It was really important to say that one thing first, though. Really quite important. 

"Lost my temper," he says. "I think you can guess why."

With the distance of a few seconds between him and what happened, he can be a little more reasonable about it. (He kind of has to find a way to be reasonable about it; if he carries a grudge out of here she'll notice.)

"Yes." Evelyn takes another deep breath. "Won't happen again, if, um, that won't happen again." She breathes again. "Is there. Anything in particular you'd like from me? I would prefer to be let go. If there's anything I can trade. For that. Please."

She really really hurts, but well, she has him talking. And really this pain is basically nothing. And she'd do quite a lot to be able to get out of here and see her children again. She isn't going to mention them. She will never put them in danger from this horror. Nightmare. But, maybe something can be arranged. Shit she still can't stop thinking about it. Keep breathing. Just keep breathing.

"Oh, I'm gonna let you go either way," he says, idly trailing searing fingertips down her spine. "You'll be fine, you won't remember a thing. Probably won't ever see me again, either."

His words send a wave of relief through her body, though she realizes after a moment that he could be lying. (And, does that voice sound familiar?) Even if the thought of forgetting. That. Forever. Really really quite appeals. More than many many things she's ever wanted. Either he's telling the truth, in which case, well, excellent. Or he's lying, probably because she has nothing he wants. Well. She can test that, at least to some degree. 

She breathes a sigh of relief (for his benefit). "Thank you. That's, very very good to hear. But is there anything else you might want. Anything I can do. In exchange for making whatever this is. Easier? Please."

"Unfortunately for you, I'm pretty much just torturing you for my own amusement."

Well that doesn't answer any question. In any direction. And Evelyn still can't quite place the voice. And... shit this is going to suck if that's what he's doing. And there really isn't anything she can do about it. Well, she just has to hope he's telling the truth. It's a very very nice thing to hope for. 

"Oh. Well. I don't think I can do anything about that. Clearly. How long will. This take? I don't want. My friends. To worry." 

"Not that long."

He presses his hands against her back. Skin blisters and crackles.

"Your friends'll be fine. Promise."

She, on the other hand, will be on fire. He's kinda done with the talking thing and would rather go back to hurting her.

Well, let's just get this over with then. 

Evelyn screams, burning once again. Even if it's essentially nothing compared to... before... it still hurts and she wants it to end. But she has no way to put it out. No way to make it stop. So she'll just lay there unable to make it stop screaming in agony as the man continues to magically torture her until he's done. Which he said would be soon. And... shit this really hurts but she stopped screaming last time, maybe she can stop this time. She takes gulps as she feels her skin crackle and peel and burn, trying to hold on, process the pain, switching out some of the screaming for gasping sobs. It helps. Some. 

Now. He wants to recapture that feeling, of being incredibly, wonderfully powerful, able to do whatever he wants. It's a good feeling and he likes it.

He leans on her, sinking his fingers deep into her shoulders, burning through flesh all the way to bone. Yes. That's it. That's what he wants.

Now he's going to fuck her. And keep the burning effect while he does it. Everywhere they touch, she burns like he's made of red-hot iron. But she heals, too, fast enough that she never loses sensation for more than brief flickers before the nerves grow back.

Well. So much for being able to catch her breath.

The hands dig into her back and hurt and hurt and hurt. Evelyn's mouth opens wide again and she screams. It's horrible and awful and painful but it's going to be over soon. And it still isn't as bad as the other thing. It's going to be over soon and she'll see her children again and she won't ever remember this ever again and it will be fine. 

And then he's raping her. And the indignity of it makes her want to hurt him again but she remembers... and it's not like she can do anything about it anyways. And honestly the once the first shock of the pain and rape wear off, the constant blistering agony is all that's left. She knows her husband, if he knew about this, would forgive her, it's not like any of this was her fault and he loves her. He'd probably be horrified of course. But he loves her and would forgive her, wouldn't even blame her. And even with the added disgrace it's still not as bad. And Evelyn knows she keeps coming back to that thought, but the feeling of what happened is still fresh in her mind. And it helps her endure this, knowing she's had worse. And survived. And she'll survive this, she'll forget it all, she'll see her kids again and her husband again and everything will be fine. She really hopes he isn't lying. She's screaming, and crying, and the agony simply does not stop, but she can endure this, she can survive. She will survive. 

Shit it hurts, so very very much. Please let it end soon. Please. She can endure this. Please.