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Alkaline (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

His eyes darkened a bit as he followed behind her; perfect, he could get rid of her quickly and leave before anyone really noticed. He made sure to keep appearances whenever she glanced at him, looking embarrassed as he followed.
 
She pulled him into a room and moved to lock the door. “Now, Derek.. we’re in a much better setting..~”
 
When she turned, there was a pistol pointed at her nose, and his embarrassed and submissive expression was replaced with hatred.
"I agree. May God forgive and absolve you of your sins, abomination."
 
She was fast, shockingly so. She grabbed the pistol by the hammer, ripping it out of his hands and threw it across the room. “Vatican dog? Surprising.”
 
He was equally fast; as soon as she threw his gun to the side, he drew his blade and lunged for her.
"I'm sorry to have disappointed you."
 
She grabbed his wrist and threw him hard against the wall. “Oh, you assume I’m disappointed, you assume incorrectly.~” she said.
 
He moved his leg to try and kick her off him. She was incredibly strong for a woman her size.
"I bet you've said that to all the others who have come for your head."
 
“More or less..~” she said as she moved, throwing a few, surprisingly powerful jabs at him.
 
He blocked and dodged, swinging his dagged in an attempt to catch her as he tried maneuvering toward his pistol.
 
She moved and clasped her fists together. She managed to get behind him, slamming both of her fists down onto the back of his neck.
 
He grunted and hit the floor, the wind being knocked out of him for a second before he tried pushing himself up.
 
He wailed in pain and gnashed his teeth. She was stupidly strong; if she wanted to, he was sure she would have broken his spine. He had to try for his gun still. He had to.
He used all his strength to push himself up as much as he could to reach for it, he could graze it with his fingers.
 
He growled in annoyance before using his weight to twist under her, throwing his arm to smash his forearm into her leg - hoping to either knock her off of him enough for him to move or sprain something.
 
He choked and grabbed her wrist, trying to pry her hands off enough that he could breathe.
"A-Ab...horrent...!!" He hissed out, "I-Im the name...of God...I rebuke you...!!"
 
He choked again, fighting her even harder now. This was bad. How could he face Saint Peter knowing he had failed in his mission? The shame alone was enough to nearly stop his heart in his chest.
 
His vision was blacking out around the edges, the last thing he saw was that haunting beauty, and a sinister smile.
 
God forgive me, he thought, before his eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious; his hands dropping lamely from her wrists and to the floor.
 
He felt something, something tugging at his consciousness. It was a warm, tingling sensation that began to spread over his body.
 
What was this? It was odd, but not unpleasant. He had never felt anything like this before.
His eyes fluttered and he let out a low noise before they peeled open slowly.
 
He was tied to the bed, unable to move. The next thing he noticed was that he was now nude. This pleasure grew the more he woke, his cock rock solid and aching as she slowly traced her fingers over its length. “Finally awake..~?”
 
His eyes widened and he jerked hard at his restraints, "R-Release me, abomination...!! This is disgusting and vile...!!"
 
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