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Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Alaric finally got free of the principal's clutches after several minutes. Apparently, if the man was to be believed, and Alaric honestly wasn't sure he did. His name was Richard Williams, known as Rick. He was a second year senior whatever that was. His brother, apparently, was Keith Williams, an from the description with the bright red hair and coal black eyes had to be Rakith. Yet why didn't Ceci know him as he was? The Well was cut off here, or rather, he from it. Perhaps that had something to do with it. He noticed a lot of the people here seemed... different. Though he didn't quite understand what that meant just yet. So far, the only people who seemed more or less normal were this Derek person, the villager as he thought of him, this principal, and Ceci, though normal was debatable.

As he walked out to his car, he noticed just how much larger and wider his car was from every other car in the lot. And the brilliantly bright orange was almost garish among the more earthy tones. Some of them had strange words written on them in silver metal.. hybrid. Hybrid what? Did they mate two of these “cars” and come out with a small runt that was only half done? Getting into the car, he turned the key as he seemed to know to do, and the engine roared to life, getting every eye in the area to look at him as if he had just grown a third eye again. This was a strange place he decided.

But for now, he had now idea on how to make contact with Ceci. She had been more herself the second time he'd seen her, but still insisted on him being Rick. He didn't really know where to go. Turning back out into the road, he considered a moment, an image of a building came into his head, and he started to drive as if he knew where he was going. It was a house that was exactly like every other house. No variation at all. How... odd.. Everything about this place was odd. And there was something about the school's name... Mephistopheles High School. That name should ring a bell for some reason. Apparently, whatever was going on here, he was starting to become a part of it. Parking the car, he realized that this was supposed to be where he lived, he had keys in his pocket.
 
At first Ceci didn't think Rick was going to come out of the school. Did Dr. Ramis pull him to his office for a lecture? It would serve him right! She pouted, her lip jutting out as she thought about how mad she was that the two brothers had just poofed away and left her on her own. She went from spending every moment with at least one of them, to nothing! It hurt to think they so easily abandoned her. With a huff she turned her car on, only to glance up when she heard the rumble of Rick's car. There he is, the bastard... She thought to herself. He made his way out of the parking lot and she waited a moment before following. They needed to talk, she couldn't deny it. She'd spent many an afternoon following him home after school, so she easily followed him back. But she wanted to catch him off guard, so she parked down the road so he didn't see her. A wicked grin pulled her lips up. She knew where his hidden key was under the back deck, she'd sneak in and be waiting for him. She was gonna get some answers even if it meant scaring the crap out of him in the process.

Quickly she slid out of her car, grabbing only her phone and key as she moved along the backside of the houses that lined the street. When she came to the eighth house she peeked around to see he was still sitting in the driveway. Why did he look so confused? Without lingering too long she snuck around to the back porch and flipped the clay flower pot over, pulling a key from beneath it. She unlocked the sliding door and closed it behind her, setting the key on the counter. He hadn't come through the front door yet, she could still hear his car rumbling out front. When the engine cut off she cursed, scrambling across the kitchen and up the stairs to where the bedrooms were. "He's gonna get it..." She mumbled to herself. Ceci flicked her phone on silent and sent a quick text to Derek to tell him she was at a friends house so if he got out early she wouldn't be home yet.

At the top of the stairs she took a left and went to the room at the end, slipping into his room. The familiar dark blue hues of his decor were a surprising comfort as she closed the door behind her. It felt like ages since she'd been there. Because to her knowledge it had been. Though in reality, she'd never stepped foot in the room before. Ceci moved to the edge of the bed and perched on the edge, her feet still planted on the floor and her arms grossed over her blazer to show her irritation. Her ankles were crossed and her eyes were set in an angry stare as she looked at the door, waiting for him to walk in so she could surprise him with her little visit. The time ticked on and she found her shoulders slumping. She'd heard the front door close ages ago, what the heck was he doing? "What the hell, Rick?" She grumbled softly, rolling her eyes. Was he inspecting the whole damn house? Cooking himself dinner? Her anger turned to impatience when she finally heard footsteps outside of his door. She perked up, pulling on her angry face again as the doorknob started to turn and the door began to swing open.

She waited until it was open fully before she said anything, "It's about damn time!" Ceci snapped.
 
Rick sat in the car when he arrived “home.” He knew this was where he allegedly lived, and that it should feel familiar. But yet, it didn't quite. His world was upside down. One day, it was 1610, then 1307, and now wherever the hell this was. Despite his frustration, he had to admit, she had looked very good in the out she had worn, or not worn as the case was when he first saw her. Once he got over the shock of watching a massive dark skinned man filling her with himself. Having being a Templar had not prepared him for that combat, and he had come out far worse for the wear. The right eye was swollen and black, and would be worse by morning. So he went to some strange box, “fridge” his mind supplied, and removed an “ice pack” from the “freezer.” Strange words, but placing the cold compress against his swollen eye did feel better. Why did he know things about this place, when it was so alien to him? What plane of Hell did Ozramis send him now?

He stumbled around the house a little, partly because he wasn't entirely certain where he was going and partly because he only had one working eye. As he stumbled into his room, he was greeted by an irritated Ceci. Wonderful. He looked around for her dark skinned man, and was relieved that he wasn't there. He wanted at least one functioning eye. “Do I want to know how you got in here, Ceci?” he sighed. “Or have come to lambaste me further for whatever crimes this 'Rick' person committed against you. Why do you know me, but not know me? I am confused. Has Rakeith been here yet?” Once he started he realized just how fast the questions tumbled from his mouth.

Finally, the one thing in the room he understood was the bed, and he flopped backwards onto it keeping the ice on his eye. “I thought you might have brought your jungle tribesman to finish the job. Does he shrink heads? I understand that some tribes in Darkest Africa do. I'd prefer my head attached, and unshrunken, if it's all the same to you.” he muttered. His voice was an odd combination of sarcasm, pain, and confusion. Mostly he was just exhausted. This had not gone how he had expected.
 
Do I want to know how you got in here, Ceci? The question actually made her grin, amusement putting a little heat out of her glare. But when he referred to himself so oddly she frowned, which only deepened when he mentioned some other strange person. Then he mentioned Derek and her anger flared back to life. "Seriously, Rick?! What the fuck is wrong with you!?" She screeched, turning to look at him as he laid back on the bed. "You disappear for a month and come back a damn racist asshole?!" She snapped. "GOD!" She threw her hands up in the air and started to pace beside his bed. "Derek is not an African Tribesman! He's lived in America his entire life, you ass. He knows less about Africa than I do! Fuck, Rick. Keep that up and he's going to land you in the hospital!" Ceci warned.

Ceci stopped, raising her hands to rub her temples. "Did you get into an accident? Is that why Keith isn't here? Is he hurt? Did you lose your memories?" She asked, concern starting to leak into her tone. "I don't know why you keep doubting your name is Rick...Your brother is Keith. Keith, my boyfriend..." She frowned, "Or he was until he stopped answering my calls over a month ago!" She cried out. Ceci's lip trembled and she bit down on it before she got emotional in the wrong way. "And us...you just...left me!" She accused. "I get it...we had a reckless moment of passion and it was wrong to do that to your brother..But running away from me was not the answer, Rick!" She reasoned. "We could have talked about it..." Ceci murmured sadly. "And then you decide to come back after all this time and act like you're some other person...?"

She shook her head, slowly climbing onto the bed. Ceci folded her legs under her and sat beside him, feeling a little bad that his face was such a mess. "Don't be so mean to Derek...He's better than your and Keith's stupid friends...He helped me when I needed it..." She muttered softly. Ceci folded her hands in her lap. "What's wrong with you, Rick? And where is Keith? You need to tell me what's wrong so I can help you..."
 
The look in Alaric's eyes as Ceci talked about his being racist was priceless. What was all this talk of race? They were all one, race, the human race. Some came in different colors, shapes and sizes. Different sorts lived in different parts of the world. So he didn't comprehend the concept of 'racism'. In his era it was faiths that delineated people, not the color of their skin. Anything else seemed simply absurd. And besides that, he was a warlock, she a witch... they were both outcasts already. So who did he care whom she hung around, so long as they protected her. “I do not understand. Where we are from, you and I, is the Year of Our Lord Sixteen Hundred and Ten. We live under the rule of King James. America... Is that the new world? I've not heard the name save in reference to the Jamestown affair there no races of men, only Christians and Heathens. There is nothing wrong with the savages from the Dark Continent, some have even adopted the King's Bible and become citizens.” He sighed. “Remember, Ceci? You summoned a demon... Feel in love with him.. I was supposed to break you, and instead I fell in love with you. Then we were separated. I went backwards in time, and was a Knight Templar for a while. You came to me in a dream... REMEMBER!” he practically shook her as he tried to get her to remember.

“You have to remember who you are... Without you, we are all trapped. If this Derek as you call him is a kind and just man, get him to aid us. I am sure there is a place for him at Lord Rakith's side, all who would aid you are welcome,” he told her finally... Exasperated, he lay back down. “So when exactly is this, and where are we? This certainly doesn't look like Dorset-shire.” he finished softly, staring up at the ceiling.
 
Ceci was in shock, her eyes wide as Rick rattled on about King James and the old world. Savages, Heathens, and the Dark Continent. What the hell was wrong with him? He was bonkers! Completely mad! "Oh God.." She cried softly, horrified at the state of his mind. Her jaw dropped open at the mention of demons and falling in love with them. He believed he had gone back in time to be a Knight Templar, and then he seemed to get upset, grabbing her and shaking her as he begged her to remember. "Rick!" She snapped, her voice shaking as she freaked out. He was crazy. He'd lost his mind. Without you, we are all trapped. Who was trapped? What were they trapped in? Ceci's brows were furrowed in confusion, her head shaking back and forth, "Who the hell is Lord Rakith?" She asked. "Rick...When is this? Where are we?" She was in shock.

"This is the year 2018...you're in Stepford...Stepford, Connecticut...Where you've lived for the last like...eighteen years of your life..." She murmured, leaning over him as he laid back down. He was staring up at the ceiling and Ceci suspected that he wasn't playing around with her. He really did believe everything he'd just said to her. "Rick...you're scaring me..." She murmured, wrapping her arms around herself. "Why are you like this?" Ceci whined. "There's nothing for me to remember...You're the one that has to remember..." She reasoned.

"Everyone here has tried to point out to you who you are...Even Dr. Ramis..." She mumbled. "We can't all be crazy. It's you. You must have gotten into a bad accident and dreamt all of that insanity you're spouting...." She told him, her tone becoming more gentle. "Honey...Maybe I can help..I'm sure I've got lots of pictures on my phone of our time together with your brother..." She told him. "Once you see them you'll understand that you're just confused..." Ceci scooted closer to Rick, pulling her phone out of her blazer pocket and unlocking the screen. She pulled up her photos and started scrolling through them until she saw some old pictures with Rick in his room. Right before he'd disappeared they'd taken goofy selfies together on his bed. "Look...see..." She laid down beside him, holding the phone up above them so he could see it. "We took these the day before you disappeared on me..." She flicked through the pictures slowly, showing him around ten different images of them making faces at the camera or hugging each other, the pillows and comforter of his bed in the background. "Do you remember? Rick..please..."
 
Ozramis frowned as he watched Ceci follow “Rick.” Of course he knew who the man was. So Alaric had arrived. The first chink in his plan. It wasn't time yet. If Alaric was here, how much longer until Rakith followed? He could feel the control he had over Ceci's mind, the illusion and false memories were solid. But Alaric was a threat. And her following him meant that she still could sense the feelings they had shared before. He couldn't allow that to happen.

Picking up his phone, he walked back into his office as he worked to end this before it began. He had the control here, it was his world. Time to use that to buy him the one thing he needed, time. The air around him seemed to chill as the foul creature stopped caring about hiding his identity, there were no real people here.

Derek was coming into the school, when he saw something... what... he didn't really know.. But he could feel the evil. It made him shudder. The school was ice cold, like something was sucking the heat right out of it. Not wanting to know what could do that, he ran back outside, thankful that Ceci's car was gone. She was safe good. Then his phone chimed, and he looked down to see the frowning face of the principal. What did he want? “Yes, sir?” he answered politely.

Ozramis watched the boy as he drove out into traffic. Something wasn't quite right with him, had the matrix gotten messed up? He was functioning properly. He felt he was in love with her, tearing her further from Rick and Keith as it were. “Derek,” he said his voice urgent, “Thank goodness I caught you. I just got a call, it seems like Rick took Ceci home with him, in his condition, I don't know what he'll do to her... I am calling the doctors but get there, for her.”

Derek didn't have to be told twice. That nut Rick had some nerve. Slamming the gas down, he burned rubber and peeled down the street. Ozramis smiled a deadly grin. Then he dialed Ceci.. “Ceci, don't acknowledge me... Are you with Rick? He's a dangerous schizophrenic and could hurt you. Derek is on his way, just tell me where. I am also sending doctors as soon as I know where to send them, honey..”
 
Ceci had pulled her phone back to look for more pictures when it started to ring. Dr. Ramis appeared on the screen, along with a picture of him she'd snapped one day. She answered it and sat up, "Hello?" Ceci greeted softly, confused as to why he'd call her after school hours. Don't acknowledge me.. Why not? She was confused, but as he continued to talk, she tensed. Rick? Dangerous? She glanced at him, chewing on her lip nervously. "I don't think that's..." She paused. He was acting so strangely. Maybe he did need help? "I don't think that's necessary...Really...It's okay...I'm fine..." She insisted in an unsure voice. Her eyes shifted back to Rick and her unease grew. He wouldn't hurt her, would he? He did seem to get pretty frustrated with her though. Maybe he did need doctors to help him out?

She didn't remember him being a schizophrenic before. Had that developed while he was gone? Dr. Ramis sounded concerned and she was afraid that if she disregarded his concern now he would get mad at her. "We're just hanging out at his house...I'll go home in a little while...." She promised. She paused again, inching to the edge of the bed and slipping off to put some distance between her and Rick. "Or I can leave now...I've got my car..." Ceci murmured softly, trying to keep her voice low so Rick didn't hear her too obviously. "Dr. Ram-...." She frowned, glancing over her shoulder. She'd told Derek she was at a friends house. He'd know she lied to him if he was coming to pick her up from Ricks. Her shoulders slumped and she bit her lip in worry. "I'll wait for him...And I'll see you tomorrow morning..." She added quickly, hanging up the phone and turning back to look at Rick.

"Rick...I think you should just rest...Okay? I'll make you some tea downstairs...Then I'm going to go home...so...just...Stay up here while I make your tea..." She told him, her feet carrying her slowly to the door of his room so she could slip downstairs. If she wasn't near him when Derek arrived, he might end up not getting beat up again. Despite how his crazy talk scared her, she didn't want to see him hurt anymore. Maybe if she got Derek out of the house without even seeing Rick, she could be gone before the Doctor's showed up. An unsure wave of guilt settled over her and she looked clearly torn.

Before she got to the door she cursed under her breath. "Look Rick..I don't know what's wrong with you...but...you actually....you need to get out of here...someone is sending Doctor's to come get you...And Derek is coming here for me...I don't want to see you hurt again....It's my fault...I'm sorry I showed up...but you need to go hide before everyone arrives...." She said quickly. "...I...I just got you back and I don't want them to ship you away for treatments....Even if you do need them..."
 
Something wasn't right, Derek knew it now. Her had started to think things didn't seem right. It hadn't been until he had checked on the school's name. When he had found out who Mephistopheles was, his blood ran cold... Who names a high school after a fictitious demon? Sure he was from Faust but still. Something wasn't right, and his soul was on fire. That he had a soul to be on fire, hadn't really occurred to him, since he had always believed he was real, but now suddenly, he wasn't so sure. He had heard two students in the hallway, stoners, talking about how were were all pawns and shadows of greater world and a grand puppeteer. What if the burners were right?

Pulling into the driveway, he saw Ceci's car down the street. So Ramis had lied to him, of course so had Ceci, but he understood Ceci's. She was checking on what the hell was wrong with Rick no doubt. She had feelings for him once. He wasn't going to blame her for this. It was the least of all things he was worried about. He remember Ceci mentioning something about a rock in the back with a key and how she used to sneak in to see Keith back before he vanished. And so he raced to the back of the house, where he found the glass door partially open. Letting himself in, he made his way towards the voices.

Appearing in the room behind Ceci, he said firmly, “It's too late for that baby, the Ambulance was at the end of the block.” He looked at Ceci intently, his brown eyes searching for something in hers. “Do you think he's safe? Do you trust him babe? I need to know now,” his words were firm yet kind and gentle, the way Derek always was. He was asking if she felt her life was safe with this man before getting involved either way.
 
When Derek's voice sounded behind her, she jumped, turning quickly to look at him. "Derek!" She gasped, her lips parting in surprise. "I.." The announcement that the ambulance was already at the end of the block made her curse. "Trust him?" Ceci looked over at Rick, who was still laying on the bed. "Yes...Of course I trust him. Rick's never hurt me, Derek...He's just...he's confused right now..." She insisted, turning to place a hand on Derek's chest. "Don't hurt him again, babe...I came here on my own....I just wanted to check on him.." She told him softly. "Can't we sneak him out of here?" She asked, "He doesn't want to go with the Doctors..."

Looking over at Rick she asked him, "Do you? You don't want to go....You're feeling better already aren't you?" Her brows furrowed, hoping he just insisted he was fine. But from the looks of Derek, she didn't think he had any desire to hurt Rick again. "Rick isn't a threat, Derek...I promise he's not..." She looked up at his dark eyes, grasping his hands in hers. She didn't know why Dr. Ramis had sent Derek after her or the Doctors. If Rick had been so dangerous, why did he let him come back to the school? Or why hadn't he warned her earlier? It seemed strange, but she wasn't sure what to think about it. In fact, the harder she did think about it, the more her head started to hurt. "Derek..." Ceci whined softly, squeezing his hand, "What are we going to do?" Her eyes were wide and filled with torn emotions. "Don't let them take him away...What if...what if they don't bring him back...?" She murmured. "I want my friend back..."

It was true. She hadn't known what exactly was missing from her life while Rick was gone, but now that he was back. She felt a little more...complete. It was weird. She didn't think she'd felt like that before, but she did now. And she didn't want to feel that loss or emptiness again.
 
“We?” Derek asked. “We are going to do nothing, you're the one everyone is trying to protect, so stay here. Tell them he escaped and I am chasing him. I'll see you tonight at your place babe,” he kissed her briefly before practically pushing Alaric through the doorway. “Move it, asshole, unless you want to be labotomized.” And then the two of them disappeared into the dark house. No sooner were the two gone when the sirens arrived. Out front she could see two ambulance, a sheriff's deputy and three squad cars. At the back of the group, was Dr. Ramis, who got out of his black Cadillac and looked around. Was it her imagination, or had he just looked right at her through the small space?

As if on cue, her phone buzzed, and she could see him holding his. The door downstairs was breached, and two police officers in riot gear broke into the house. “We have a runner!” the one called, and quickly they both went out after the boys. Everything was so hectic. Why weren't Rick's parents here? They should have been home by now from work.

The two young man raced through the perfectly manicured subdivision, where every house was identical, every car was identical, and they were all, totally empty. How the hell had Derek never noticed it before? The only adults he ever saw in the town were the teachers. He never saw any kids other than at school or school events. Was Rick contagious? Or was he starting to realize things that seemed odd about his home tomn.
 
Ceci blinked in surprise, frowning up at Derek when he explained that she wasn't going to do anything. She pouted at Derek's words to Rick, "Hey! Be nice! Both of you!" She called to them, staring as they headed down the stairs. She headed down the hallway to the guest room which faced the front of the house. Ceci heard the sirens then, thankful that the guys were out of sight. Her sight at least. She peeked out of the window, gasping when she saw all of the emergency vehicles. And then oddly enough, Dr. Ramis. As he slipped out of his car, she tensed, feeling as if they locked eyes even though she was obviously hidden from view. With a small shiver rippled down her spine and then her phone buzzed, watching as Dr. Ramis held his. When the sound of the door below busting open echoed through the house, Ceci yelped in surprise, her feet carrying her swiftly to the steps. We have a runner! Ceci was horrified. What if they caught them?! Looking down at her phone she pulled it up to her ear as she walked down the steps, "Dr. Ramis?" She asked softly, her voice shaking.

The police were frighteningly serious looking as she stepped through the front of the house and headed towards Dr. Ramis. When he looked up to see her, she closed her phone and went to speak with him in person instead. "Dr. Ramis...isn't this a bit much?" Ceci inquired softly. "Derek chased after Rick...They're not here anymore..." She looked around, wondering if the cops really had seen them running or if they had just been alerted by the open back door. She frowned when she looked at the state of the front door. Rick's parents, if they ever showed up, were not going to be happy. Had they disappeared along with Keith and Rick? Would they be back? And why hadn't Rick answered her when she asked where Keith was? So many questions were starting to pile up in her head and they were starting to make her dizzy. Between that and the confusion she felt when she thought about the things Rick had said, she was feeling nausea too.

"I don't feel very good..." She murmured, pressing a hand to her forehead as she started to sway where she stood. Ceci reached out, grasping Dr. Ramis' arm to steady herself and lean on him. While she did in fact feel faint and unwell, she also hoped she could switch Dr. Ramis' concern on finding Rick to worrying about her. While she didn't know why she felt the need to distract him, the need was still there. Dr. Ramis wasn't the bad guy, right? He was just concerned for his students...Right?

Where was Derek going to take Rick? She had no idea where they could hide him while the police searched for him. "Dr. Ramis...." Ceci groaned. "Can..can we sit in your car for a few minutes?" She asked, closing her eyes as worry tightened her chest. If Derek got involved, was he going to get hurt?
 
Dr. Ramis smiled at her glad to see her. “I understand, Cecelia, why you would feel it is excessive. However, since he escaped from the home already apparently, they sent a larger contingent. Apparently, this is why he and his brother haven't been around. They had been admitted to an asylum for the criminally insane.” Handing her a set of pictures on his phone, he told her, “I got these from the director as I came here.” The images were horrifying. Keith bent over a bloody body, a near feral grin on his face. Both boys in straight jackets with crazed looks on their faces, lashing out at anything or anyone near. And the like.

“I would never have believed it of Rick. He seems like such a nice guy. Guess you can't tell what a person is really like until they show their darker side,” he told her sympathetically. Helping her into the car, he smiled, “Let's get you home, I'll have somebody bring your car home later. But in your condition, well, your safety comes first, wouldn't you think?”

Of course everything was part of the lie of this world, to drive the wedge between her and her men. While it had worked largely thus far, he was worried that Derek might be becoming a problem. He seemed to vested in her. He was supposed to use her, knock her up and dump her. But he didn't see that happening. Still, the effect might be stronger this way, as he sensed the emotions Ceci had for him. Perhaps the simulation he had made had adapted. He would have to see.
 
When Ceci's eyes landed on the images on Dr. Ramis' phone she was horrified. "Oh my God..." She whispered harshly, her hand covering her mouth. Could it be true? Had she just told Derek she trusted Rick when in fact she shouldn't? Was Derek in trouble by helping Rick escape the authorities looking for him. "Dr. Ramis..." She murmured, inching closer to him as her fear and unsure emotions started to overwhelm her. What had she done? Rick hadn't seemed insane to such depths. Was Keith really such a monster like the images were displaying. Ceci was numb as Dr. Ramis helped her into the car, her arms wrapping around her body as she sat in the passenger side. She pulled out her phone, texting Derek-Be careful, please...

She waited for Dr. Ramis to get into the driver's seat before she buckled her seat belt and turned to him. The last thing she expected was to trust Dr. Ramis like she did. Hadn't he blackmailed her into their relationship in the first place? Threatening her future if she didn't do as he pleased? But here she was believing him about Rick and Keith's darker sides. Hadn't he proven that he was a manipulative person? So why was she putting her faith in him? Because he had pictures. He had proof. Why wouldn't she believe him?

A nagging feeling was tugging at her conscious and she groaned, pressing her head back into the seat as she tried to struggle through the mountain of confusion and emotions. "Dr. Ramis...Thank you for driving me home..." She murmured, not opening her eyes as she felt the car start to move. "I'm so confused..." Ceci admitted. "I want to trust Rick...but...you're telling me he's dangerous..." Her lip trembled, her hands fisting as she set them in her lap. She felt like her life was becoming to much to control. She felt helpless to the ebb and flow of things around her. A voice told her she could fix it all, but she didn't know how or in what way. Was it the baby? Was the baby causing her to feel so out of control? Turning an emotion gaze to Dr. Ramis as he drove, she made a soft sound of panic, "I don't know what to do...I...This baby is making everything worse...And now Rick and Keith...Dr. Ramis I'm lost..."
 
Dr Ramis nodded understandingly. Certainly he understood her confusion. He was causing it after all. “It will be alright, Cecelia. Just trust me, and I'll see you through this. As an educator, that is my job after all. Once I take seriously,” he told her firmly. Of course he covered his tracks well, the images were sent from a known source, even if it didn't really exist. As they arrived at her house, he parked in the empty driveway, and got out. He let Ceci out, and followed her to the house.

“If he's safe, I am sure Rick will be cleared once they find him. Why don't I stay here until Derek gets back, make sure you're safe?” he asked her as he followed her into the house. “Go on up to your room, Cecelia, I'll make you some tea and be up shortly.” Brewing her the tea, he added honey and a dash of brandy. Then he got the tray out, and brought it up to her room with the teapot, milk and sugar since he didn't actually know how she liked it.

Setting the tray down, he handed her the tea. “Here, I added honey and a bit of brandy to help calm your nerves. You're safe, you're home, you're with somebody whom you can trust,” he told her softly. It perhaps the most tender tone he had ever taken with her. As he looked around at her room, he smiled, “Exactly how I would have pictured it I think,” he laughed softly. “Very girlie, yet very adult at the same time.”
 
Dr. Ramis wanted her to trust him and she really didn't see any other choice. he was the only true adult in her life. She wasn't sure where her parents were after all. She nodded in response to his request, closing her eyes as she remained silent for the remainder of the car ride. When the car stopped in her driveway, she opened her eyes and waited as Dr. Ramis came around to open her door and help her out. She grasped his arm as they headed into the house, using his body as an anchor so she didn't stumble. Ceci spent a moment to unlock her door and enter quietly.

When Dr. Ramis suggested he stay with her until Derek returned to her side, she nodded slightly, "That...that sounds good...Thank you..." Ceci murmured. She was encouraged to go upstairs and she did, leaving Dr. Ramis to make her some tea. It didn't occur to her that he had never been in her home before.

Her movements were sluggish as she headed up the stairs, her body weary from the emotional roller coaster of a day. Once in her room she slipped out of her school uniform and put on a pair of black leggings and a red tank-top. Ceci was sitting on her bed, brushing her hair out, when he appeared at the door with a tray. Setting the brush down on the side table, she took the tea he handed to her. "Thank you, Dr. Ramis..." She said graciously, inhaling the subtle scent of the tea. She could smell the brandy and honey swirling around in the liquid as well and that alone put her more at ease. She didn't need any sugar or milk, choosing to sip the tea cautiously to prevent any burns to her tongue or lips. When the drink rolled down her throat she hummed in approval, her eyes sliding shut. "Mmm..." The brandy made a warm burn as it slid down her throat

His voice pulled her attention and she perked up at his laugh. It was a different side of her Principal, one she didn't normally see when they were wrapped up in their usual activities. Ceci couldn't stop the small smile that curled her lips up, "My room?" She clarified, biting her lip. "You don't think I should change it?" She inquired, "Make it more motherly?" She pulled the tea cup to her lips again, taking another sip before setting it to the side for a moment. "I appreciate you being here..." Ceci told him. "I'm sure you have better things to be doing.." The young woman reached out, grabbing Dr. Ramis' sleeve and tugging on it. "I've only got you and Derek these days..." she said sadly. "I can't thank you enough...for being here..." A part of her wanted to argue with that concept, trying to tell her that he shouldn't be there. That she was safer on her own. But she pushed the nagging voice aside and smiled up at Dr. Ramis. Thinking back to the child growing inside of her she started with sudden panic, "Oh!" Ceci looked down at the cup of tea, "The baby....Am I allowed to have that brandy?!" She whispered in horror. "Is that going to hurt my baby?" She looked at Dr. Ramis with fearful eyes. She reassured herself that he would never give her something harmful, she was just being overly worrisome.

"What..." Ceci bit her lip, "What if the baby is yours?" She asked him quietly, tugging on his shirt again to encourage him to sit beside her.
 
Dr. Ramis smiled as she pulled him to sit next to her. It was as genuine a smile as she had gotten from him to this point. Why not? He was happy with how things were going. She was accepting him as a trusted figure, that would not bode well for the others. And apparently, even the small amount of alcohol was affecting her. Again, not unenjoyable. “A little bit, this one time won't hurt your child, not this early. But you are right, you should watch it in the future,” he told her in teacher mode. Though once he was sitting next to her, he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against him so that she could rest against his body.

“I don't know, Cecilia. I've thought about it of course,” he told her simply. Since he knew it wasn't he hadn't given it much thought. “What would you feel if it was? I mean I am your lover, yes, but not the man you love. Do you love Derek?” he asked her softly. He was curious, honestly, how the change in his programming had altered things in this manner. It was very likely after all, that the changed version of Derek had created the possibility of them being in love, which would be bad news for Rakith and Alaric. If their bond grew strong enough, it could potentially end the other.

Kissing her forehead softly, he told her, “I've missed our sessions since you've started to feel poorly. While I understand, of course, I do miss the treasures of your body.” It was an oddly tender moment, give that inside he was a malevolent being that had no concept of tenderness. He only knew how to project it from watching those he tortured.
 
She was relieved when he explained that the brandy wouldn't hurt her this time. Ceci relaxed against him, sighing in contentment as Dr. Ramis' arm slid around her waist. She looked up at him as he spoke, asking her how she would feel about the baby being his and if she loved Derek. Her cheeks flushed pink and she chewed on her lip. "I..I wouldn't mind it being your child...But..I'd be worried about telling Derek that.." She admitted, "I..think I do love him, Dr. Ramis...and I worry that he'll resent me if it isn't his child..." She closed her eyes when his lips met her forehead and she smiled again.

He'd missed their sessions? If she was honest with herself, she believed she had missed them as well. Her sessions with Dr. Ramis gave her the opportunity to abandon all of her reservations and just feel what he made her feel. They sometimes left her emotionally and physically drained in ways that she needed. "I've missed them too, Sir..." She murmured, looking up at him with a soft gaze. "I'd like to start them back up...I think they'll help me..." She paused, continuing shyly, "With my stress..." It was the truth. It would give her an outlet for her frustrations and her fears. Now that she trusted Dr. Ramis, it was what she needed. Even in tears it would give her a release she couldn't find with Derek's tender embraces. Ceci perked up a little, "My nausea wasn't very bad today..It was mostly the stress of Rick that got to me...I'm hoping this is a good sign...I don't want to feel sick anymore..." Ceci pouted slightly, her body still leaning comfortably in Dr. Ramis' arms.

A thought occurred to her and she frowned, "...I...know it's none of my business...But...Do you take other students..in for sessions?" Ceci inquired nervously. She didn't know how she'd feel if he did. She didn't have a right to care. She was with Derek after all. But it gave her a strange feeling to also have Dr. Ramis as a lover. She wasn't sure if she wanted to share the intensity of those sessions with anyone else.
 
Dr. Ramis smiled at her admission. While he wasn't surprised at all that she did, that she would so openly admit it was something else all together. “Well then,” he told her his voice growing firmer more like she was used to, “Cecilia. Don't you think you are over dressed?” Standing up, he undid his tie, and then his shirt, letting them fall onto the floor showing his white tank undershirt. The filthy wife beater as it was known. He started to undo his belt, and then stopped. “Cecilia, I think this is your job,” he told her firmly.

His fingers were in her hair as she seemed to like, taking it into a fist. “Do you have any appropriate gear here? I understand Keith was into bondage. Time for your session to settle your nerves. Derek will call when he's on his way I am sure. So we have plenty of time to give you what you need.” The turn around was near instant an very clear cut. From the tender soft spoken who had cradled her to the man she knew from his dungeon in less than a heartbeat.

“Are you ready for your session, Cecilia? Do you remember what you are?” he asked her in that strong powerful tone that in the dungeon shook the very walls.. Oddly enough, even here in her carpeted bedroom, it was booming. The power in his voice clear and evident.
 
The very audible shift in his voice alerted Ceci that things were about to change. Her back straightened and she turned to watch him as he stood from the bed and began to undo his tie and shirt, leaving him in only his white undershirt. When his fingers paused on his belt, she bit down on her lip, nodding her head slowly as she leaned forward, her fingers finding the leather of his belt. She pulled the belt out from it's loops, setting it beside her on the bed, and then undid the button and zipper of his pants. Cecilia's stomach was doing flips as her anticipation grew stronger. Small hands shoved his pants and boxers down, until he was able to step out of them without her help. She was still perched on the edge of the bed, but her hands lifted to slide her tank-top off, letting the red fabric fall to the floor beside his clothes. A lacey black bra covered her breasts as she shifted to grab the edges of her leggings, sliding them down her legs, one by one. It was quickly revealed that her bra matched her panties, which were made of the same delicate, black lace. A flick of her fingers behind her back and her bra came loose, falling and allowing her breasts to pop free. It wasn't until she'd slid her panties off that she felt his hand in her hair, causing a soft whimper to escape her lips.

"Gear?" She murmured softly. How did he know about Keith? "Ahh...yes, sir..I have some..." She answered truthfully. "Though there is more in Keith's room..." She murmured. To know that Derek wouldn't walk in on them was a relief, and she trusted that Dr. Ramis wouldn't let them get caught. She didn't want to imagine Derek's reaction. Ceci rose to her knees on the bed, her body bare for viewing in front of him. "What we have here is a little..." She bit her lip, "Softer than what we're used to..." Cecilia admitted, "Top drawer of my dresser is where everything is hidden..." Ceci lowered herself from the bed to retrieve what he needed. She returned with a white box, a small lock on it to keep stranger out. Ceci turned the lock to the proper combination and it popped open, revealing an arrangement of toys. As she had mentioned, they were of a softer side of bondage and play. While still not vanilla, by a normal person's standard, they were unlike the similar black box that Keith had in his own room or what Dr. Ramis had in his basement. Ceci's gaze traveled over four white satin strips of material first, pulling them out and setting them on the bed. Then her gaze shifted to Dr. Ramis, "I kept your belt out..." She said softly, tilting her head towards the black leather material. It was in stark contrast to everything in her box. The box held only items in white. White blindfolds, white bonds, white tipped steel clamps, even the handheld vibrators were white. Ceci's box screamed a hidden innocence, where Keith's box was dipped in blacks and red, hinting at a more experienced user. "I'm sorry I don't have more..." Ceci said, her voice edged with shame as she crawled back onto the bed. "Things were always kept lighter here...Before..." She lowered her gaze, a shock of pain make her shoulders shudder, "He left..." She was still broken up that Keith had disappeared on her. If it was true, and he was mentally ill in a hospital somewhere, she was scared. Why hadn't she been notified? How long had he been unstable? She desperately wanted to demand answers from Rick, but if he was just as bad, she didn't know if it was safe. Had she been manipulated the entire time?

Are you ready for your session, Cecilia? Her head jerked up, her gaze filled with a torn set of emotions. "I'm your slut..." She told him softly. "Make me forget about him...forget about them...Please..." She whispered in a pleading tone. The boom of his voice made her shiver, the promise and power in it making her body react as she knelt on the bed in front of him. She needed an escape. Her mind and body were at war with the new information regarding Keith and Rick and she was afraid of what was the truth or what was a facade. She didn't want to think about it anymore. Ceci leaned forward, pressing her small, warm hand to his chest. She didn't get too many chances to touch him in the beginning, not unless she was on her knees with her mouth full of him.

Unknowingly to Ceci, since Rick's arrival in Ozramis' world, her subconscious was putting up a hell of a fight. It was trying to fill her with doubts regarding her Principal, of her life, but it was having difficulty breaking through the firm hold Ozramis' had on her trust. She'd become too dependent on his sessions to help her clear her head and maintain her sanity. It had been easier during the few days where she didn't have time with the monster, but with a session starting, her true self was losing any foothold it had started to build. When she was without Ramis, and only in Derek's arms she sometimes started to feel the stress and discomfort as her mind began to return, doubts and insecurities about the "home" around her sprouting to life. She thought she was losing her mind, the stress of her pregnancy and loss of Keith and Rick messing with her. Which was why she ran right back to Dr. Ramis to fix her. She was in a cycle that needed to be broken, but she couldn't. Not if Dr. Ramis continued to be there to fix her.
 
Smiling at her as she told him that she was his slut, he gave her a pleasant smile. Watching her as she padded over to get the toys, he nodded. "This will be enough, for today. You've not had a session for a few days, best to start a little slower get you back into the rhythm of it. Besides I like the idea of taking you in your own bed. My ego enjoys taking you where your other men thought was their's alone," he told he truthfully. Another nail in Rakith's coffin as he saw it.

Her words were music to his ears. Maker her forget about him, them.. That was exactly what he was trying to do. Only he wanted it in the real world, not just here. If he had a few more months, she would likely be very close to that. Letting her touch him with what felt like affection, and intimacy, he looked at her toys, and picked up the clamps first, affixing them to her nipples firmly. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he put her over his lap with her naked ass looking up at him. He gave her a slap of his open palm, giving her a hard steady spanking. After a few strokes, he stopped, and grabbed the leather belt, and started again. Once her ass was a beautiful rosy red, he stopped. Before letting her up long enough to stand up.

Moving her again, he blindfolded her, then moved to pick up her panties from the floor. Folding them the best he could, he made them into a gag around her mouth and tied them behind her head. Then it was time to lay her down on the bed, face first, and restrain her with her white bonds. She looked so innocent with all the white, only the trace of black from her panties betrayed that she wasn't as much so as she appeared. Pulling one of her vibrators out, he placed it at the entrance to her sex before turning it on. Letting her body pinning it to the bed do the work of holding it in place, he took a second one, and then removed the first one, replacing it with the newer, larger one. The other, that was wet, he placed at her puckered star, and eased it inside her and turned it back on, Then he slowly used both of the in tandem on her.
 
Her cheeks flamed when Dr. Ramis mentioned enjoying the idea of taking her where her other men believed was theres, but her eyes held a heated passion that hinted at similar feelings. She remained silent and still as he attached the clamps to her nipples, her teeth biting down on her lip at the firm pressure that was applied. Every small movement tugged her nipples in a way that made her thighs clench, a bolt of need going right between her legs. It was more apparent when Dr. Ramis pulled her over his lap, her breath catching on the first slap from his hand. Almost immediately she fell into her usual mind set. Her mind open and no longer weighed down with concerns outside of the session. Her body relaxed into Dr. Ramis' lap, only to tense up with each slap that followed. When the spanking ended momentarily, she relaxed again, her eyes shut as she caught her breath. He was right. It was surprisingly more intense now that she'd not been with him in several days. After a few moments she felt a new sensation, one which caused her to cry out in both surprise, pain, and lingering desire. His belt. Each slap of the leather against her bare ass made her jerk in his lap, her lips parted as a steady stream of yelps and soft moans escaped her. But each sting kept a continued build of need in her core, her body starting to warm and squirm in his lap.

When he finished, she shifted, standing up as he wished and awaiting his next instructions. Her body was relaxed when he grabbed the blindfold, covering her eyes and leaving her with one less sense, which made her others so much stronger. She could hear him moving around her, but she didn't know what he was doing, not until she felt fabric pressed to her lips. Obediently, Ceci opened her mouth, gasping as she felt the lace touch her tongue. Her panties. A subtle perfume of her own natural scent and taste alerted her to what he was gagging her with. Ceci made a soft sound, but it wasn't one of complaint. She was becoming even more desperate for him the longer he prepped her, and when it was finally time to be laid down, she felt her body pulse with desire.

Ceci laid on the bed, her cheek pressing to the pillow, the clamps on her nipples pressing into the bed as she laid face first on the blankets. She was restrained, the satin strips used to bind her to the bed as she bit down on the panties in her mouth. The anticipation alone was going to kill her. Her body was hyper aware of everything around her, so when the tip of a vibrator was placed at her sex, she immediately groaned. Her body held it in place, the vibrations drawing forth her desire and need at a much stronger level. She whimpered around the gag, her fingers curling around the satin that kept her arms outstretched. For several moments she was left to the deliciously evil device, her body building with pleasure. When it was pulled away from her, she moaned in complaint, the sounds all muffled from the gag.

She had little time to feel the loss however, because a larger device took its place. Her hands jerking against their restraints as something pressed between her cheeks, her body tense for a moment as it fought against the invasion. Once eased into her tight channel, she cried out, the vibrations making her quiver. Her body grew frantic quickly, having been worked up into a needy desperation before even getting pressed into the bed. Ceci moaned and writhed against both the restraints and the vibrators, her eyes clenched shut as her body inched closer and closer to the release she wanted. She was dripping with need, her arousal growing with every sensation that rocked her. Had her mouth been clear she would have been crying out Dr. Ramis' name, her body arched and so close to that powerful high.

Her breathing became more rapid, her fists clenching as she felt herself unable to do anything but take what was given. And everything was given, pushing her to ever growing heights, her moans turning to desperate, muffled cries. It was what she needed. A release that only he could give her. But she hung on, refusing to fall off the edge until he said to do so. Her eyes burned with unshed tears behind her blindfold as she clenched her teeth down around her gag. Once he said the word she knew she would detonate into a million fragments, turning to putty by his hand.
 
Ozramis smiled as if gloating to Rakith who was watching, taunting him how expertly he tuned and primed Ceci's body. Rakith had to be livid all this time, and thus far, unable to break free without help. That could change of course soon, he knew. But for now, he enjoyed taunting and humiliating him. Turning his attention to the girl before him, he spanked her ass once more with the belt. Moving to her mouth, he pulled her panties off so she could speak. It was time to get her to the point he loved, when she started to beg. He had to admit, that part of the sex was a true ego boost.

“You are so close, Cecilia.. But like a good little slut, you are holding off,” he told her in that intimidating command voice. “I like that even after a few days off you have not forgotten your training,” he told her with a hint of joy in his voice. Giving her reassuring words of compliments was as important as the punishments to ingrain the behavior he wanted to instill in her. The utterly shameless and wanton behavior, and the submissiveness.

Watching the spectacle, Rakith growled fiercely, his entire body tense with hatred and rage. Ceci, my love, he tried to think to her, but she was cut off from him. He could barely feel her through the bond, other than the ridiculous amount of pleasure she was feeling. Ozramis would pay for this. He would see to that. When he got free he would... what? He had seen Alaric not being himself in this world, and he knew that he was this “Keith” that kept coming up. Was he truly locked in an insane asylum? It wouldn't matter, would it? He would just use his power and destroy whatever was necessary. Right? He wasn't entirely certain. All he did know for sure was that he had to get there, that all three had to be there at once to break free.

Ozramis could feel the rage and hatred in his rival. It was intense and it made him smile. Seeking to make it even worse, her told Ceci, “Cecilia, you know what I want.. I want you to beg me for what it is you want, what you need. I want my slut to beg her Master.” His voice deep and husky. Playing on her senses all around. Soon he would fuck her, but this was first.
 
To know she was pleasing him with her behavior only seemed to increase the pleasure she felt, her back arching and sending her breasts deeper into the bed beneath her. Her nipples throbbed from the pressure clutching them and her fingers continued to clench in desperation. Her breathing was becoming erratic, her control just barely reigned in. A pained whimper escaped her, the inability to see making everything so much harder. But Dr. Ramis was happy. He'd give her what she needed if she was good. When the panties were removed from her mouth she released her first unhindered moan, her panting breathes following it. "Dr. Ramis..." She gasped, Ceci's body still writhing against the bedding.

I want my slut to beg her Master.. A jolt of need tore through her at his command, his deep voicing shooting right to her core. If she wasn't given the command soon, she was afraid she'd lose her mind. "Please..." Ceci begged, her voice strained and soft, "Please let me cum...I need to cum...I can't take much more...Please..." She moaned, all the while her body continued to squirm in its frenzied search for a release. "Please, Master.." She added before a strangled cry escaped her lips. "It's too much," She sobbed, her chest almost hurting from the desperate gasps of air she was taking. "Please let your slut cum...Please..." Ceci continued to beg, giving a rather intense show of desperation for Dr. Ramis. She cared for nothing but pleasure and the unraveling of her body when he finally gave her that freedom.

Teeth clenched, she fought off the orgasm that lingered around the corner. She knew that denying it would only make her release that much more powerful once it was given. This thought made her even more eager, though slightly fearful of just how powerful it would be. She was certain it would take her breath away and would bring her to her knees had she been standing. "I'll do anything..." She nearly screamed, determined not to disobey Dr. Ramis by enjoying her release too early. She had started to pride herself in her ability to please him and she didn't want to risk failing him.

Ceci's fists clenched so tightly that her nails started to dig into her palm, biting into the flesh painfully. It did the opposite of what she wanted. Instead of helping pull her focus away from her need to orgasm, it only increased her desires, the pain flaring her body's sensations even higher.
 
Ozramis nodded pleased, even if she couldn't see him. He held her on the brink a few more moment before removing the vibrator from her ass. Replacing it with his shaft, he leaned down onto her back, shoving it all the way inside her back door. In this position, his lips were at the nape of her neck, teasing her skin with his hot breath. He held her on that edge as long as he could, before finally whispering into her ear, “You have earned it, my little slut... You may cum now.”

Derek and Rick had lost their tail and found a place in the woods, a place that Derek remembered hunting with his dad years and years ago, before his dad had succumbed to alcoholism. There was a tree stand, one with a tarp over it to protect it from the elements and to hide the occupant from any animals. “Get up here,” he told Rick firmly. Following the instructions, Alaric found himself on top of a sturdy platform with a weather beaten covering, though it was snug. A small device was there, which Derek touched, turning on some heat. “This is a heater, here on, here off,” Derek explained.

“So,” Derek said softly, “explain to me your version of events? I know there is something going on here, that isn't normal. I don't even know if I am a real person or just some pawn in a giant game anymore. Before I trust you, but also before I can help Ceci out, I need to know as much information as I can gather.”
 
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