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Alkaline (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He was taken up to a fancier room in the back of the house. The atmosphere here was starkly contrasting with his clinical, religious upbringing. It was sex, adultery, the smell of sin.
 
You're here to deal with an abhorrent. Nothing more, nothing less. Stay focused. You're a pious man; you were used and shamed, you were not at fault for the last incident. God would forgive you.
The madam stopped at a door and knocked gently.
"You have a client." She said firmly before walking away.
 
She moved to open the door, her eyes holding a bit of surprise. “Oh, hello there..~ Come to take care of me for good..~?”
 
He grabbed her firmly by the neck and pushed her into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.
"You will pay for what you did to me."
 
She gasped again and moved to grab his arm. “Y-You have a nasty streak, always trying to go for my throat..~”
 
"You don't like the idea of all that power stripped away from you?" He hissed lowly, glaring down at her, "For once, becoming the one who is used?"
 
"When done righteously, it becomes a chore, just like any other." He hissed before pushing her onto the bed.
 
"I want you dead that it's driven me mad." He corrected before grabbing her poor excuse of a dress and ripping it from her body.
 
She gasped again, biting her lip. What was this? No one had ever gone this far before. “Th-Then why not kill me..~?” She asked.
 
"Oh no," his eyes were wild; anger, hate, lust, "I'm going to humiliate you, as you did me, before I even begin the act of ridding you from this earth."
 
“O-Oh, I’m afraid I don’t offer those kinds of services, darling..~” she said, putting on a brave face. This was entirely new for her.
 
"Regardless what you think you provide or not, you will regret taking advantage of me." He said before using the torn fabric to tie her to the bed.
 
“W-Wait, I have to insist that this isn’t how th-this is going to happen.” She said, finally starting to struggle against him
 
He glared down at her, "Shut your mouth, I didn't give you permission to speak, abomination." He hissed before tightening her makeshift bindings.
 
She hissed and looked up at him, straining against the bindings. “Pig-headed vatican Dog.” She said, she lied. She loved it in a weird way.
 
He had never been with a woman before her, so he had no idea what to do. He covered her mouth with one hand and pressed his fingers between her legs, working them until he got the best reaction from her.
 
He finally got his reaction, with her arching and moaning loudly behind his hand as he felt something warm and wet grace his fingers
 
He focused on that spot, like she had when she had him bound. She would feel the same shame he did, and then he would kill her.
 
He scowled gently, but didn't stop. Denying her would get him nothing. She would be ashamed, one way or another.
 
He watched her, looking for some kind of clue that she was remorseful, but ended up enjoying her expressions. He would definitely need to pray later.
 
It was hard for him to control himself, and she was not making things any easier. Something about this hot, wet sensation against his fingers was driving him insane.
 
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