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Mind of Darkness(ZynodexWingshadow)

"It hurt a lot yesterday... Why wouldn't I be afraid?" she murmured in response to his words.

Susan offered no resistance to him as he stripped her and took her to his cot. She lay down in an uneasy manner, wondering what had caused this abrupt change in demeanor compared to the day before. He had been forceful and aggressive, demanding what he wished from her and offering no remorse for his actions. She was grateful for his gentleness, but she could not help but remain somewhat nervous in his presence...
 
"Pain is a tool desgined to teach my dear. I needed you to understand your place." He spoke as he sat across from her, a parody of his paitents and himself nearly a decade ago.
"Now why did you return today? You returned submissive and willing, some would say eagerly."
He looked at her and awaited his response.
 
Susan nodded, "I... I know you have a lot of influence in this facility, and I was afraid that if I did not come back that you would find some way of bringing me back by force. I don't want it to hurt any more than it has to, so I figured it would be better for me to present myself willingly rather than trying to escape. I am not eager for you to force yourself on me if that is what you are implying."
 
"No Susan. We both know that. However I am intruiged by you Susan. Tell me if I had not let you rest today what would you have done? Also I am interested in the fact you mentioned a fear of getting caught. You have the most to gain here if our seesion was to be discovered." He sat up feeling the same small nuances return, several old mannerisms regenerate in an instant as he began to study her.
He moved in closer let a single claw idly trace her thighs, doing so to entice and tease rather than to punish.[/i]
 
"What would I have done?" Susan blinked, a bit surprised at his question, "I cannot say for sure, but I probably would have just let you do as you wished. I don't have any way of fighting back, but even if I did it would probably just make things worse for me in the end."

"I... I don't want people to get the idea that I am that sort of woman," she looked away from him, but her body slightly trembled as his hand brushed over the skin of her thighs, "I can only imagine how it would tarnish my reputation and draw even more unwanted attention... I never thought any of this would happen when I first began studying nursing."
 
"I higly doubt anyone would have thought ill. A young intern taken advantage of by a pyschotic killer. Still you are here wich shows me you are compliant and on some level willing. Now tell me about your first real relationship. I want to know who he was and why you were attracted to him." He stated as he drew his claw closer to her panties tracing circles around it, grinning as he saw her face flush with color.
Talon loved this more than the books. Then something crossed his mind.
She beautiful when flustered.[i/] He dissmissed it immediatly. An emotional response was...unexpected and not welcome. She was his toy, nothing more than a doll for him to use as he saw fit.
 
"He was a young man I met in high school, we were both interested in science and we felt a natural attraction to each other after spending some time together. At first it wasn't anything too serious, but gradually we both realized it was turning into something more than just a harmless crush. We started dating by the end of our sophomore year, but we were accepted to different collages following graduation, so we chose to break up rather than put ourselves through the strain of a long-distance relationship," Susan tried her best to keep her mind on her story rather than his teasing claw, but her face showed signs of it as redness gently tinted her cheeks.
 
"I see. Now tell me about your first intimate encounter," on the word intimate he agonizingly dragged his claw along the soft folds of skin. He was enjoying watching her struggle and remebered to take note of her slow rythimic movements as her eyes began to glaze over.
 
"I-it was in collage, my second year, with my then-current boyfriend," Susan was having a hard time concentrating as he continued to tease her body, slightly fidgeting in time with his movements, "I... At first we were just kissing as we always did, but then it turned into something else in the h-heat of the moment."

She squirmed a bit as if trying to tell him to stop, "Why are you asking me these things?"
 
"Simple conditioning my dear." He said as he continued now adding another finger and smiling.
"Now tell me who did you love first? I don't mean sex I mean whom did you feel something for? Answer carefully my pet."
 
The answer seemed painfully obvious to Susan, as she felt that she had never agreed to date anyone that she did not genuinely fall in love with. The way he spoke however brought doubt into her mind that he would accept such a simple answer, yet it was the only one she could be convinced would be completely truthful.

"If you mean who was the first person I had a romantic love for, it would undoubtedly be my first boyfriend," Susan finally replied after a significant pause, "I had a very strong attachment to him, but he failed to keep in contact with me after we broke up, so I doubt that the strength of the connection was mutual."
 
"Hpw much did it hurt when he wouldn't return the favor? I want to hear everything." He said as he shifted onto her now straddling her slowly removing her panties and prodding ever so gently at her wet pussy with his hard cock.
He kissed her abodomen and smiled as he heard her breathing grow ragged.
 
"I... I don't want to talk about it," Susan closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side, refusing to replay the pain even within her own mind, "I knew it was going to hurt either way, but he simply abandoned me as if I had never meant anything to him. He just kept going forward with his life without even considering how I felt about it. It was horrible..."

She felt even more horrible considering that he was teasing her heated body with his member and laid kisses on her which drew even more unwanted arousal to her face, quickening her breathing and making it even more difficult to speak. She knew that he was getting excited as well, as his cock was rock hard and ready to penetrate her.
 
Talon smiled and kissed her. "Now final question. Answer honestly and I will know if you lie. Do you love me my pet?" He asked as he prodded more insitantly knowing all too well the foxes answer. He slid in deeper hearing her moan softly. His body ached to ravage her as had done before but she needed to be trained. Hopefully only a few more seesions were needed until she became dependant. Once that happaned...well Talon was almost finshed with his business here.
 
"No, I don't love you," Susan shook her head, "Please stop this, I-"

Her body shook as a moan escaped her lips, caused by his slow yet highly stimulating intrusion into her body. Her back arched slightly much to her shame, as her body had already begun to accept him. Her own weakness made her feel even more dirty than she already had... Was she really this much of a masochist, or had he shaped her into one with just one day's worth of training?
 
Talon grinned but inside he was dissapionted. Some small part of him wanted this intern to feel for him but he dissmissed it and continued feeding his organ into her, loving her moans.
"Yes my toy sing for me." He groped her hard once more and slammed into drawing a squeal of pain. He panted as the warm wet tunnel engulfed him. Howling he rutted her hard and fast, bucking her. He bit her nipples teasing and punishing at the same time.
 
"Ahmmmmmaaaha," Susan cried out in anguish as he rapidly intensified his aggressiveness as he took her once again, her eyes clenching shut as if attempting to block it from her memory. Yet, this was very much real and became a regular part of her life over the next three months...

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(three months later)

Susan, to put it in a few words, had become something of a shadow of her former self. She hardly talked to anyone, not even greeting the doberman at the front desk like she used to every morning. No, she seemed to view the world through hazy glasses as it was simply a life she had to endure. She had to keep going, for that was all there was. The enthusiasm had all but been squeezed out of her due to a combination of constant stress and fear over the first month of Talon's "conditioning" (both of which by now had both practically vanished). When she made her rounds toward Talon's cell she stepped inside without hesitation and stripped herself down without him even having to ask, positioning herself in a slightly different post and looking back at him with a slightly impatient look which had become customary for her to wear. She no longer viewed it as a punishment or even a form of torture, rather, this was her own personal stress relief session when she could be as freely sensual as she knew herself to be. She never told him directly that she enjoyed the sex itself, but rather the pleasure got her mind off of her now colorless life, and it also had the added benefit of keeping Talon in line, it seemed. If anything, she treated him with an air of indifference. If he wouldn't continue to use her, she could just find someone else, right? Perhaps she told herself this, but in all honesty she had become attached to the strange killer to whom she was acting as a personal sex toy.

On this particular day, she had already taken off her hat before even stepping inside his cell, as if the door couldn't open fast enough for her as she took a seat beside him and began to undress. She didn't pay too close of attention to Talon as she laid each article of clothing down on top of the other then silently presented herself for his pleasure by grasping the bars and pointing her rear toward him, her long fluffy tail actually slightly wagging as if in anticipation. If this was the case, her face certainly wasn't showing it.
 
Talon frowned. His toy was perfect and yet here he was dissatified. He knew the cause, it was an emptiness. It had taken root and grown malignant. He stared at her and tried to shove aside feelings he had long since repressed but Susan had a little problem of bringing them up. He grasped her from behind sliding his hands over her abdomen kissing her neck roughly.
"Susan," he whispered. The name alone was an indicatator since he hadnt used it in months referring to her as toy or pet.
He dragged her to the cot and pushed her on it.
"Do you love me?" he whispered in her ear.
 
At first, Susan seemed fairy surprised that he would ask such a question, and use her own personal name as well. Her eyes slowly narrowed, however as he continued to play with her body as usual. If anything, he seemed a bit empty himself, but she just figured the process of breaking in his new toy might be the cause for that.

She merely turned her head away, a look of indifference spread across her face, "What does it matter to you... All you care about is my body, so what difference do my feelings make?"

However much it pained her to say it, she beleived that she was in yet another one-sided relationship, but at least this time the boundaries were (at least in her own mind) clearly labeled. He would satisfy her sexual needs and help relieve some stress, while he would get to use her as he saw fit. She couldn't see the relationship developing any further than that... Unless she were mistaken about Talon's intentions concerning the young fox.
 
"You are complicated...as are anything i might...feel for you." He was barely able to spit out the last words. Pressing against her he bit her ear playfully.
"Until then however your are nothing more than a doll." He roughly tossed her away.
"Leave. I am not feeling well and I would you not catch it." He tossed her a battered and aged book. Scrawled on the cover was a string of indecihperable gibrish.
"Take that and look over it. Tommorow I want to discuss it with you" Talon turned his back and waved her away.
 
Susan appeared to be displeased with his obvious refusal, taking the book up into her hands after she redressed herself. She didn't know what he had written in it, but at the moment she didn't really care. He was being moody again and decided to take it out on her again, hm? She found it a bit offensive, but held her peace and left as he told her too. She was already back at her small apartment by the time she opened the book and began to casually look through the contents.
 
Talon frowned as Susan left. She was unaware of the implications the book held and as such he had now promoted her from simple pet to a potential player in his final plan. He laid out the remaining pieces in his mind. Clarice Sincliar, SSA for the FBI and only person to ever match his wits. Warden Edmond Stiles, a ruthless and dispassionate man whose only goal was self indulgent desires of fame and fortune. Barry Walters who was dead now by his own hands. Susan, a young nurse whom Talon feared he had devolped feelings for.

"Lost in thought old man?" He heard Clarice ask. Her vioce was distinctive to him almost as much as Susan's was.
"hmmph"
"The Warden has suggest you be released on good behavior. We both know he's full of shit and ever since a few months ago we've learned a bit more about you Talon. So what are you planning?"
"You will find out soon enough. Or rather you'll piece it together."
Clarice drew her gun and pointed it at Talon,
"TELL ME NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU." She bellowed.
"Now Clarice we both know you wont do that. I am unarmed and defenseless. I pose no danger to anyone. If you did that you'd be like me wouldn't you?"
Talon flinched as a bullet tore through his leg.
"You sonovabitch! I am not playing anymore of your fucking mind games. Tell me what your doing."
Talon hissed as the pain seeped in.
"If you want to know talk to Susan. She's a nurse here. But be careful Clarice, this is not a game. People will die and you cannot stop it. This was not my design, I simply changed the rules."
He made a turniqoute and begn bandaging his wound.
 
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