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Thundercrash (w/DeviousFish)

She wasn't content. The desire to know more was eating at her on the inside. But if the only way to learn meant she had to kiss his ass, she refused to do it. There had to be another way. She would find it. Maybe not right now, but she would find it.

"So sorry to disappoint," she sniffed. "If you were really interested in civility, you'd let me out of this thing."

The doors closed on her even as she spoke. Once again she was locked in darkness, trapped in the device that had the power to take her life. For the brief moments she stood in the blackness, she wondered what it would be like to be disassembled on the molecular level. Would it happen in an instant? A painless death where she was reduced to dust seemed the most appealing. Or perhaps it would be slow and agonizing, like being burned alive? That would be her luck, she figured. She imagined the skin slowly melting off her face as she screamed. Would it be clean, leaving behind no trace that she ever existed? Or would it be a big mess? Maybe her body would explode all over the place, leaving bits of her flesh sticking to the inside. That could certainly explain the original purpose of that cleaning system. Couldn't have her sticky remains smelling up the place, now.

These morbid images were running through her mind quite vividly, so that when the machine hummed to life, she jerked against the restraints startled. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming when the needles jabbed into her. Tears ran down her eyes at the pain. Did he remember that she was weak right now? That if he wasn't careful he might kill her? She wasn't sure, that making her all the more terrified when the mechanical device began approaching. What was this monstrosity going to do to her?

Then that current shot through her and her body went rigid. She would have screamed but her jaw had clenched tightly closed. All that came was a strangled cry in her throat like a wounded animal. While she normally could take an electrical current and redirect it, she found right now she couldn't. Whether it was because she was weakened or this kind was special, she didn't know. She only knew that her body was straining from the pain of it and she was helplessly paralyzed by it. Her vision blurred as she felt terrible heat slicing into the soft skin of her chest, quickly tracing unknown tracts into her flesh.

When it was over, and the current had ceased, Sparkler's immediately fell limp. She hung loosely from the restraints, every muscle in her body aching from the torture. When the door slid open, she didn't move, only remained still and panting heavily.

"Wh-what. Did. You. Do." she said between heavy breaths. She knew the answer, but she was afraid to look down and see.
 
"Why, I made a lovely little picture, of course. Would you like to see? I have just the thing." He walked away, out of her line of sight for a few seconds, then brought over a large, wheeled mirror. "Go ahead and look."

There was a symbol, etched in black on her chest. It was clearly based on the starry emblem she wore on her costume, but Silver Soul's own swirling emblem was there as well, intertwined with her symbol. Only when the two shapes were combined in this way was it obvious that Soul's vague, swirling symbol was designed with Sparkler's in mind, for its swirling tendrils to be coiled around the points of her starburst.

"If you want to get technical, it's somewhere between a tattoo and a brand. Don't worry, it's very precise; I'm sure it will be a little tender for a while, but there shouldn't be any damage to your blood vessels, no chance of infection or necrosis, none of that. And your nerves should be fully intact. I know you would hate to lose your sense of feeling." He reached out to run his fingers along a blackened portion of her breast. "And the best part is, this will never go away. It will stop being as raw, but now your healing powers think this mark is a part of you. Even if the skin were, say, completely peeled off, it would regrow just like this. Isn't that wonderful, Sparkler?" He reached up to cup her face in his hand. "I've come up with so many delightful ways to manipulate your powers, your body. I'm sure eventually we'll try them all, and I'll have to come up with some more."

He let go of her face and turned around. "But not today. I have work to do, my pet. I'll leave the door open so you kids can talk." He waved casually back at them as he headed out of the room.
 
"I don't want to see..." she murmured as he brought the mirror. That was what she said, but she would look anyway.

Of all the things she expected to see when he held up the mirror, anything resembling her own starburst emblem was not one of them. Sparkler blinked a little in surprise. Even though his own symbol was there, perverting it and twisting around it, she could see the plan in his design now. The fact that he had crafted his sign to perfectly mesh with hers was not lost on her. The gesture was almost...cute. Like a boy carving his and a girls name on a tree with a heart.

The stinging caress of his fingers on her still very tender flesh made her wince. The pain jarred her back to reality. This was not a gesture of affection. He certainly hadn't marred his own flesh with such markings. It was a brand of ownership, like one would put on livestock. It had been painfully and forcefully cut into her flesh, not into the bark of a tree. The fact that her star was on there was just a slap in the face, mocking who she was and who she tried to be. She glared at him darkly, but did not utter a word. Whatever he said about it being permanent, she'd try to remove it as soon as she had the opportunity, no matter the pain.

When he left, Sparkler was silent for a while. She thought about what he said, about his plans for manipulating her body. Those plans could only involve all sorts of pain for her. What were the limits to what he could and would do to her? She did not doubt his ability. Could he change her hair? Her skin? Grow a third breast? Mutate her bone structure? Her mind was running wild with all sorts of horrible possibilities.

"I've got to get the hell out of here," she suddenly muttered. Slowly, she turned her head to look at Larksong. "Hey. You alright over there?"

Of course she wasn't alright. After what she'd been through, Larksong would never be "alright" again. But the hero didn't know what else to say. Only she wanted to express her concern and start some dialogue.
 
"Of course not," the woman replied, her voice raspy. Slowly, she managed to sit up. As she moved, it was clear to see that her clothing was indeed restraining her. Her hands and feet were all bound together behind her back; she couldn't stand up, and the best she could do was kneel. It was almost certainly an intentional part of the design.

Larksong looked up at Sparkler, eyes still blank and largely emotionless. "Why did you come here? Why did you come back?"
 
"Right... sorry..."

Maybe she could have chosen a better question, but Larksong was speaking now at least. That was something, wasn't it? Sparkler turned her head to get a better look at the woman. The bindings looked uncomfortable and were apparently all but impossible to move in. The clasps looked well made and the straps tough, there would be now wiggling out unless Larksong had some secret Houdini skills. She was as helplessly bound as Sparkler. Still, her mouth was clearly free, and Larksong's voice was her strongest weapon, wasn't it? Maybe there was hope, still.

"Back...? I...well...so you know about that?" Sparkler said, blinking at Larksong. For some reason, she had thought the fellow hero wouldn't have known about her previous defeat. But of course she did. The bastard had probably come right up and bragged about it. Sparkler looked down, feeling further shamed, if that was possible.

"I came back because... because I had to. I mean, what choice did I have? He was...he was killing people. I had to stop him," she said, nodding. Was that the only reason? No, it was more than that. It had been personal. "And..." she said slowly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I couldn't let him... I couldn't let him get away with what he'd done...to me."
 
Larksong stared at her for a few seconds, before lowering her head. "Can't stop him. Can't beat him." She awkwardly hobbled on her knees, turning away from Sparkler again. "You should have just let it be. With you here, I--" Her voice cracked, and she fell silent.
 
"With me here she has no hope?"

Sparkler hung her head, guessing what she might have been about to say. She could imagine Larksong trapped here, her one consolation amongst all the misery and torture being that at least she was out there and free. Now that beacon of hope had been dashed to pieces. Whatever Sparkler had been through, Larksong must have endured worse. Pushing aside her own pain, the hero decided to focus her efforts on comforting the woman huddled in the corner. Besides, if they were going to get out of here, she needed her help.

"I'm sorry," she said, her own voice trembling. "I'm sorry I let you down."

That had been hard. Sparkler had to stop speaking and swallow the lump in her throat. For years she had basked in the adoration of both citizens and heroes alike. To admit to failing them stung her more deeply than anything she'd had to endure thus far. Her entire identity was tied to being the victorious hero and heroes didn't lose. For a moment, she thought she would break down right there and start weeping like a child, but she had to continue. Maybe, even like this, she could at least save Larksong. That thought alone gave her courage.

"But... believe me when I say he is not invincible," she spoke, forcing strength she didn't feel back into her voice. "I had him, Lark. Dead to rights. He was two seconds away from being yesterday's news. Only...only..." Now she had to do it again. Had to own to a critical mistake. A mistake that had caused suffering to both of them and most likely future victims as well. "I messed up. He tricked me...at the last second. I should have known better and yet..."

A ragged sigh escaped her lips and she stopped talking. This wasn't going quite the way she had meant for it to. If she kept going, she'd have to explain she had turned herself over to save Lark and that would most certainly make the hero feel worse. That was of course the opposite of what she wanted. Taking a deep breath, she continued.

"He's not immortal. He bleeds. And look, he's already made a mistake. He has two living, breathing heroes under his roof. What kind of idiot risks that? Maybe he's too much for me and maybe he's too much for you, but together...? she spoke softly, looking over at Larksong hopefully. She was searching for some reaction, some sign that any of this was getting through. Maybe it was too much right now to suggest that they could beat him. She herself scarcely felt that optimistic. "At least... at least with our combined strength, I'm sure we could escape."
 
Larksong laughed bitterly. "What strength? You think he's going to let you have any? He'll find a way to take it from you. He probably already has." She looked up at Sparkler, then quickly down again. "He took mine with his body alone. He built a whole machine just for you. For you, Sparkler, it's always been about you."
 
That stupid machine. All for me, huh? All for my power, you mean, she thought. She growled at the mention of the contraption that now held her. If she could ever get out of it, she'd dismantle the atrocity.

"I don't care what it was about. I'll heal and... wait...he what?"

So Silver Soul could sap away Larksong's power too? This was news to Sparkler. Leaning forward, she strained against her bonds, staring intensely at the back of her fellow captive.

"I thought he could only sap electrical power and yours is...well... I dunno, really," Sparkler didn't actually know how Larksong's body ticked. That was the sort of the thing most heroes kept prudently under wraps. When they had worked together, it was unlikely she had volunteered that sort of information. If she had, surely Sparkler would not have forgotten? "It can't really be permanent, right? I regenerated afterwards, you know. M-maybe you'll recover your ability too."
 
"It's not that simple. ...actually it is. My power comes from my voice, from my throat, so he..." She stopped short, unable to finish the sentence. Instead she lifted her head up; although she was not as badly bruised as in the video, her mouth and throat were still quite abused. "I can't. I can't fight him. It's too hard to scream..."
 
"Oh... oh no..." Sparkler murmured as she stared at the splotched bruising on her mouth and neck. "I... I didn't know."

Not all heroes had the same kind of healing power that Sparkler did. Sometimes, she took being able to recover from battle wounds in mere moments for granted. She often forgot the sort of impact something like strangulation had on the human body. Though recent events had forced her to appreciate them more, it had still been years since she had to deal with normal human recovery time. She didn't have any kind of frame of reference to know if or when those sort injuries would heal. Hopefully, the damage to Larksong's voice wasn't permanent, but who could say how that would take to heal? Weeks? Months? It was probably safe to say that her power was indeed out of commission for now.

"We... we'll just have to figure something else out," she said, more hopeful than she felt. "If we can just find a way to escape, we can hide until we've recovered."

It was all just a minor setback, right? They were both brave, resourceful women. There had to be a way out of this jam, with or without their powers. All they needed was a little forethought and the right opportunity. That was what Sparkler was trying to convince herself, anyway. For a moment she was silent, her eyes glancing nervously at the door, and listening to be sure SilverSoul was not returning.

"Come on, help me think!" she said, trying not to sound anxious. "You've been here longer than I have, surely you've thought of some escape possibilities? You know his routines, how things work around here. There's two of us now, surely we can think of a way out."
 
"How things work..." Larksong took a deep breath, then continued. "He lets me out of the box, and he..." She shuddered. "You've seen the video. You know what happens. If I fight, he makes it hurt. If I behave, he lets me enjoy it. When he's bored, he puts me back in the box. No light, no sound... it hoses me down now and then, so I can tell that time is passing, but I don't know how much. If there's a routine or a pattern behind any of it, I don't see enough to piece it together. And it's going to change anyway, now that you're here."
 
While she listened, she chewed her lip. That wasn't a lot of information to go on. Just a grim prediction of her future here. She swallowed a lump in her throat. Day in day out, living as Soul's toy, to be used or discarded at his whim. The thought made her stomach turn and bolstered her resolve to escape.

"Sure as heck, its gonna change. 'Cuz we're going to leave," she declared, sticking her chin out defiantly.

Her eyes wandered over to control panel on the other side of the room, the one she had seen Soul access to manipulate the machine. Surely one of those knobs or buttons or keys would release her? Of course, the wrong one might kill her, too. She glanced back at Larksong. The woman was certainly bound, but she had more maneuverability than Sparkler did. Then again, the brokenness in her eyes made it seem like even those leather straps were hardly a necessity. But maybe there was still a bit of fight left in her?

"I know you're tied up, but with enough time, do you think you could reach that control panel over there? At least to nudge a button or two?" she asked and nodded her head towards the panel in question. It would be pointless to do anything now, but maybe in a couple hours, when Sparkler's strength had returned a little...? "Did you see which buttons he pushed to release these restraints?"
 
"I don't know." Larksong closed her eyes, and slowly lifted off the floor. She drifted over towards the control panel and looked at it, only to collapse on the ground again after a few seconds. "Nothing is labeled... it's all just... patterns. Circuitry, maybe? I... I don't know what would happen if I pressed any of them."
 
"C-careful..." she stammered as Larksong floated towards the panel. "Circuitry? Just exposed like that? Maybe its some kind of touch screen thing? I don't know...just..just..."

For a minute, Sparkler was tempted to tell her to just push anything. She was so anxious to escape, to get out of this machine of death and far away from her tormenter. But what if Larksong input the wrong command? Sparkler calmed her fear and forced herself to think of the consequences. Worst case scenario? Well, death mainly. Or the machine could injure or permanently scar her. Even if neither of those things happened, the noise of the device would certainly alert Soul to their activity. They'd blow their one chance. No, tampering ignorantly with the control panel was not an option. She sighed and shook her head.

"...just go back to where you were for now. You can't do anything unless we learn more about the panel." she said, her voice shaking a little, clearly disappointed. "I'm going to try and rest. Too...too tired to think... and even if we made a break for it now, I'd be no good to you in this state. Can't even build up a decent charge..."

Drawing in a deep breath, she stilled her raging nerves. When Soul had left the room, she had wanted desperately to flee immediately. Slowly she was realizing this wasn't a possibility. Larksong was too injured and she herself was too weak. Her stomach knotted up knowing she might have to resign herself to staying here a while. The thought of being subjected to his attentions, to whatever wicked machinations that were boiling in that twisted mind of his, or the functions of his contraption made her want to weep. But she had to keep up her optimism, her hope. It wasn't just her own life at stake, after all.

"We'll figure something out, though. Don't worry. Just keep up the docile act for now."
 
"Act. Right." Larksong made her way back towards the box, flying when she could find the strength, hobbling awkwardly on her knees when that failed her. She took up her position kneeling at Sparkler's feet and let her head hang, not looking up at her fellow hero.

At some point, Sparkler must have fallen asleep, because she was awoken by Silver Soul's voice. "Good morning, my pets." Although he spoke in a gentle murmur, it sounded like he had raised his voice. Other noises seemed louder too--Larksong's breathing, her own, even the sound of her own heartbeat pounded in her ears. And everything was so bright; colors which should have been muted in the dim light were stunningly vivid, and what sunlight crept around the corners of the building hurt her eyes. And there was something else wrong. Although much of her power had returned, there seemed to be no strength in her limbs.

"Sleep well?" Silver Soul said with a grin, his hushed tones assaulting her ears.
 
For quite a while after Larksong settled herself on the ground, Sparkler remained awake, staring mutely ahead. Standing up and strapped into the device wasn't the most comfortable position for sleeping and her brain was still grinding it's wheels, trying to think of a plan. But she was exhausted, both in body and mind, and eventually she lost consciousness. Her brief sleep was fitful, filled with vague nightmares and confused moments where she wasn't sure whether she was waking or dreaming.

When Soul's voice suddenly pierced into her slumber like a knife, she awoke with a startled gasp. Her head was pounding with the sound of his voice and she looked around, frightened. Every noise reverberated in her aching skull like a full orchestra blasting in her ears. Blinking against the strangely piercing light, she gazed about the room and trying to get her bearings.She couldn't remember where she was, everything from the day before seemed a blur and her heart pounded frantically in her chest. The light seeping into the room was painfully bright and even the dullest of colors burned into her retinas. She had to squint her grey eyes and look away. In a panic, she pulled suddenly against her restraints, but the didn't budge. Her power was there, she could feel it boiling in her chest, but it felt trapped, dammed up on the inside. Her muscles couldn't access it.

"The...the hell...?" she muttered, wincing at the sound of her own voice, its volume seeming thunderously loud.

Then she looked up again, squinting her eyes, and her gaze fell on Soul. Her thoughts suddenly clicked into place then and her memories returned, the fog of sleep lifted completely. How long had she been asleep with him in the room? Surely he was responsible for her aching head and these alterations to her perception.

"What did you... did you drug me?"

That didn't seem right, but she couldn't think of any other explanation. The sensitivity to light and sound, the weakness in her body, that had to be the result of some kind of mind altering substance. Not that she knew exactly what drugs felt like, she hadn't needed or been affected by medicine in years. Normally, her body would swiftly deal with any kind of toxin, but he might have found a way around that. Either way, these sensations were not normal and she felt dizzy trying to adjust to them. Groaning, she shook her head as if trying to fling them off of her.
 
"Drugs?" Soul murmured with a smile. "I toy with them on occasion, but why would I tarnish my prized possession with such filth? No, Sparkler. You did this to yourself." He chuckled. "Well, it's not that I was entirely uninvolved, but..." He stepped closer to her. "This is your power, or rather, the power you've generated for me. I was concerned that you would do something foolish with it... so I just redirected it a little. All that energy that would normally be empowering your muscles is focused on your nervous system, amplifying all of your senses. Sight, sound, and of course..." He reached out slowly and brushed his fingers gently against her cheek.
 
Could he really do that? Just change the course of her power like he was redirecting a river? He'd already done it in a way when he absorbed her electrical power, so she probably shouldn't have been surprised. The more important question was, could it be undone? This sort of enhancement could be useful, perhaps, but only if she had control of it. As it was, the effect on her system was rather like a drug. Her brain was reeling from the increased input from her senses, throbbing with the intensity and making it hard to think. It was just too much to process. Maybe her brain would eventually learn to filter the ambient noise and adjust to the increase in light absorption, but for the time being she was miserable. Her skin felt feverish and every sound and movement assailed her senses with all the force of a blow to the skull.

"M-my nervous system..." she stammered, her own voice causing pain to echo in her temple. "Was it... the machine...or..."

It was too hard to speak, the booming of her own voice causing pain. Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes and tried to relax, but that only increased her focus on sound. She could hear the hum of the artificial lights, the buzzing of the electrical equipment, the click of the ventilation system switching on, the noises of traffic outside, and the conversation of construction workers across the street. And was there a fly just outside the window?

"Ugh," she snarled, frustrated. "M-make it stop."

Then he touched her. Her senses screamed. Her skin already felt raw, the very air seeming to weigh on it too heavily. The bindings on her arms and legs, which had been causing aching and chafing, had become a very real, burning pain because of this. But his touch? Oh, that was another story. Just that simple contact, that gentle brush against her cheek was painful, like fire scorching her fevered skin. But... it was also surprisingly delicious, the sensation of his flesh against hers sending signals of pleasure to her already overworked brain and shivers down her spine. The combination was overwhelming. Her eyes widened, pupils shrinking to pinpoints and causing her vision to go white. She sucked a sudden breath of air in through her teeth and jerked her head back, struggling to pull away from him. It was too much. Just too much.
 
Soul grinned at the sudden inhalation of breath, staring gleefully into her widened eyes. He could get such a reaction from the slightest touch? It would be so hard to restrain himself. But he had to; he had to take this slow, take the time to enjoy it. Most of what he'd done to Sparkler before, he'd done with other women. But this was brand new to him; he knew in theory how sensitive she had become, but he had to experience it personally.

"Now now... no need to be shy." As she jerked her head back, his hand followed, caressing her face delicately. "Don't worry. I'll make it stop eventually." He trailed his fingers along her throat, then down the snowy mound of her breast. "But by that time, you won't want it to." He pinched her nipple carefully between his fingernails.
 
There was no where else to move, her head knocking slightly against the back wall of the machine as she pulled away from his touch. All she could do was close her eyes and submit to the caress of his burning fingers. She shivered violently with each stroke, hissing through her teeth at the sensation. It was hard to determine whether it was pleasant or painful, but it was certainly intense. She, too, wondered if just this simple action felt so overwhelming, what would happen if he touched other, more sensitive areas? It was a frightening thought. As his fingers traced down her neck, they sent heat and electric sensations radiating from wherever they touched. As he approached the delicate skin of her breast, Sparkler felt certain she was moments from falling apart.

Meanwhile, the stimulation of her nervous system was working other affects on her as well. Her heart, now over its initial excitement, seemed unable to stop running away in her chest. If her healing factor had not still been in place, she would have been on a fast track for cardiac arrest. Her whole body felt agitated, every limb wanting to jerk free, like she was going to explode into a thousand pieces at any moment. It made her want to scream and shout and run around, causing her to squirm in the grip of her restraints despite the pain. There had to be a way to control it, she thought desperately. But she couldn't seem to grasp it. Her senses were running away with themselves, and she could only suffer through it.

"N-no... you have to stop it now. It feels wr-wrong..." she said, groaning.

Even as she spoke, his fingers reached their destination at her heaving breast. Panting, she fearfully anticipated his next action. Tears sprang to her eyes as his nails pressed into the delicate pink flesh. The little rosy bud perked and hardened immediately at his attention while Sparkler's lips parted and let out a distressed cry. Pain spread through her breast and body and she stiffened against it. It faded quickly, however, and was replaced by another, exciting sensation. Her mind buzzed with it and she fought to control the heat beginning to course through her.

"St-stop..." she pleaded. "You don't know...what this is doing to me."
 
Silver Soul's high-pitched laugh assaulted her ears. "I don't know? Well let me guess." He leaned in towards Sparkler, his warm breath caressing her face, the smell of his sweat and hair and skin rolling over her like a wave. "It's disorienting, overwhelming. Your head is ringing, your heart is pounding, your body is on fire, and as much as you want to hate it, you're starting to like it." He continued moving closer to her, until she could feel the heat radiating from his body. He planted a delicate kiss on her jawline, scarcely an inch from the corner of her mouth. "And we have once again reached that point where your body stops obeying you, and you're trying desperately to maintain control of your mind. Even though you know it's pointless." His left hand settled on her hip and his fingers began to crawl up her stomach, making their way towards her other breast. "You can't even think anymore, you can only feel."

Soul's hand made a sudden jump to pinch down on her nipple, and he gently twisted both fleshy nubs in his fingertips as he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue boldly parting her lips and swirling around inside her mouth. He sealed her lips for a few seconds before pulling away entirely, holding his hands up. "Am I close?" he asked with a smirk.
 
That hadn't been what she meant. Her concern had been about her health. He had recklessly manipulated her power to suit his perverse needs, who knew what he might have damaged in the process? He claimed to want her alive, and yet he toyed with her life so freely. She hoped to reason with him to preserve her safety and sanity. But as he spoke, his breath caressing her burning skin, she forgot all about her concerns. A scarlet blush crept up her face as he detailed, quite accurately, the physical and mental turmoil she was under. Could he really read her so easily? Was she an open book to him?

"That's not what I... that's not what I meant," she objected, shaking her head at him. "Y-you don't understan-"

As he closed the distance between their bodies, her voice halted and she gulped. Her skin prickled with his close proximity and the feel of glowing warmth coming from his body. What would it be like for him to cover her now insanely sensitive skin with his? Her body ached for the sensation, the thrill that it would surely induce, though her mind screamed in objection. His scent washed over her, thick, heady, and surprisingly familiar, as he kissed the side of her mouth. It rushed in through her nose and down her throat to roll around on her tongue. With her heightened senses, she could smell the vague sweetness of his hair, the salty smell of his skin, the warm honey of his breath, and the spicy musk of his beginning arousal. The smell and taste triggered exciting signals to her brain even as dread gripped her simultaneously. It promised of sex and pleasure and ecstasy. But also violation, humiliation, and pain. She warred with herself, caught between these two opposing views as he taunted her with his words and the gentle caress of his hand traveling up her side.

When her suddenly caught both soft pink peals of her breast between his fingers, she gasped. And when he cruelly twisted them, pain radiated from the hyper-sensitive nubs and she wanted to scream. There was no pleasure to be found in this, her senses were too raw. Before she could make a sound, however, he had covered her lips with his own. All she could do was whimper and whine, writhing beneath him as his mouth attacked hers, his tongue sliding inside of her and claiming her. When he retreated she gasped for air, panting and chest heaving. Her breasts still throbbed from that little abuse, the ripe buds now red and swollen.

She stared hatefully at him, forcing herself to endure the pain of the light in the room. With her new vision, his form seemed alien almost. The angles of his smirking face glowed in the dim light and each curve of his body was highlighted in the warm vibrant colors. His sliver hair shone like moonlight, prismatic hues hinted in the shimmering strands. It was both terrifying and beautiful. His apparent beauty made his cruelty even more unbearable somehow. It made her feel angry, defiant. There seemed to be something cosmically unjust that he could stand there, so perfect and handsome, and yet be so black-hearted and wicked. She wanted to desire him, she realized, dully. Yet he was pure evil and he had hurt her. She had to hate him. It wasn't fair.

"D-damn you..." she finally managed, between taking in desperate gulps of air to calm her nerves. "Y-you just think you're so smart, don't you? You don't know anything. ANYTHING."
 
"I know how to beat you," he said, calm and quiet. "I've already done it twice. And I know how to hurt you." He reached toward her suddenly, eyes burning with malice. But he did not strike, or claw, or grab. Instead he laid his hands delicately on her shoulders. His fierce expression was once again tempered with a sweet smile, though the cruelty in his eyes was no less intense. "I know how to make you feel ecstasy beyond your imagination. Or..."

His fingertips crawled like spiders along her body, one up her throat and over her face, his thumb delicately stroking her lower lip; the other made its way down, avoiding her abused breast to tickle her ribcage, taking a spiraling path down to her bottom. "Do you doubt my expertise?" He leaned forward, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, then leaving a trail of kisses along her neck. As he made his way upward, the hand which had by now reached Sparkler's long blue hair gently tilted her head back, lifting her chin an exposing more of her pale flesh to him.
 
Sparkler couldn't help but flinch as he reached towards her. The sudden movement and her current sensitivity making her feel even more vulnerable and jumpy. It was embarrassing that she felt so nervous, but she couldn't help it. What he said rang quite true. He did know how to hurt her, and in ways she had scarcely imagined before meeting him. Whatever her anger, was taunting him really wise?

The warm pressure of his hands on her shoulder made her stiffen. What was he going to do? She tried to keep a brave face, but fear was evident in her eyes. As one hand moved up to her face, tracing firey heat and pleasure on its path, and the other down to her bottom, stirring butterflies in her stomach, her breath quickened. His touch was burning hot and exquisite, making her body sing and scream all at once. Her lip trembled as his thumb caressed it and her mouth watered remembering the taste of his tongue. When he began kissing along her collarbone, she sucked in a sharp breath. The soft feel of his lips on her skin made her squirm. She winced at even the gentle pull of her scalp, but her eyes soon rolled back in her head as he kissed up her neck. Each caress of his lips seared into her flesh like a brand, but sent warmth and arousal radiating from the contact. Her thoughts flowed sluggishly, every part of her mind occupied with the sensations.

"I-I-I...don't...I..." she tried to respond, but couldn't seem to formulate the words.

She hated herself so much right now. Even through the storm of pleasure and pain a small, rational part of her was screaming. He was a horrible human being. He'd hurt her and shackled her and humiliated her. She shouldn't be feeling this way, shouldn't be trembling beneath him. It was a small voice that said that now, though. His prediction was right- she could barely think anymore, she could only feel.
 
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