#FUCKKKING HELLL

[dazedspiralslut]

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[cupcraft]

"you didnt think anyone else had any reason to care?"

fuckk and i mean fuckingg helll

[geoxstxrs]

THE FUCKK??????? OH HELLL NOO….

Ermm guys…

who the FUCKKK is this and why the hell is he so fucking creepy??? like HELLO????? This should NOT be mayor, his ass is NOT taking care of the city..

[odetolove]

mm, there we go. that’s daddy’s good little girl.

he /finally/ takes the vibrator out from your sopping pussy and turns it off. he maintains that same extremely intense, but somehow still disinterested, eye contact with you as he brings it to his lips and wraps his mouth around it. you can see his eyes roll back slightly as his lashes flutter shut. he moans lowly from the back of his throat as he licks the toy up and down, completely cleaning it from your juices.

fuck, had i known you taste this good, my tongue would’ve been between your legs instead.

he places the vibe on the side table and returns with a small bottle of lube. the cap opens with a click and he smirks slightly as he drizzles the liquid on your puffy pussy lips. he slides his length between your folds, and coats his cock with as much lube as he can. he takes a breath and looks down at you. he sees your tear-stained cheeks and leans down to press a small kiss on your forehead.

it’s okay puppy, you were so good for daddy. ‘m gonna take care of you, gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget i was so mean.

his thumb presses the head of his cock down, sliding into your tight pussy. he wants to throw his head back, to squeeze his eyes shut, but he can’t. his eyes are glued to your pussy, absolutely mesmerized at how your cunt is all but sucking him in.

-issei

my eyes stay on his mouth while he works the toy clean, chest still heaving, hands still just as shaky while i lay there and wait for him to finish, blinking the tears away from my eyes to keep a clear view of him. my shoulders shiver at his words- letting myself whine in protest, wanting to let him know that i had enough, that i want his cock instead of anything else, quickly quieted when he returns, hand wrapped around a bottle of lube, my heart picks up once more.

thighs jump while he prepares me, its cold and has goosebumps form along the softness of my thighs- but i keep my eyes on his own, only removing them when he touches himself. smiling wide with his kiss, i reach up to grab onto his biceps- nodding along to his words.

thank you daddy, thank you-

i whimper out loud- sucking in a breath when he starts pushing in, looking at him with wide eyes as he does, nose scrunching up with the burn that follows, hands holding onto his biceps squeezing just a little more- knowing that no matter how much he prepped me, it'd still be a tight fit.

feels good- fuck, it feels good daddy!

i cough, hips wiggling to greedily take more of him, no matter the pain- i want it all, want him too bad to worry about something like that.

[avephelis]

CLOUDS ON THE HORIZON IS SO GOOD WHAT THE HELLL like the OUTFITS and the EGG the egg egg everyone is BACK IN ACTION but WHAT THE HELL also gus and hunter head bumping also raeda also lumity also KISS THE ANIMATION HOLY FUCKKK THE KISS also DIVORCE also kikimora generally fantastic energy also the BAIT AND SWITCH also THE COLLECTOR WTFF also alador generally CUSTODY BATTLE also WHAT THE FUCKKKK THE ENDING WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKK WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK WHAT THE

[looneylooomis]

Maneater (Simon) Smut One Shot

Love me some Hall & Oates and love me a lot of Negans right-hand man! 💦 So I thought I’d delve deep into my ever present ocean of thirst and dish out some Simon smutty goodness! Listening to “Maneater” by the aforementioned Hall & Oates on repeat really helped set the tone. Enjoy and let me know what y'all think! 😉

“She’ll only come out at night The lean and hungry type”

There she was again.

Lean body wrapped up tight in a sinful crimson dress, leaving her long legs exposed except for black studded ankle boots. Wavy chestnut locks stopping just above the sweetheart neckline of her dress. Where just enough of her ample cleavage teased invitingly as she sipped on her rum & coke. Seemingly ignoring all the other men around her, those big brown eyes set on him.

“Nothing is new, I’ve seen her here before Watching and waiting”

Her name was Fiona. He remembered his buddy Negan telling him while they cleaning up after hours one night.

“That’s Fiona Haven. She’ll eat you up and spit you the fuck out.” Negan chuckled, clapping his friend on the back “Best be to tread the fuck lightly with that one, Si. She’s a troublemaker.”

"She’s sitting with you but her eyes are on the door So many have paid to see What you think you’re getting for free The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a Jaguar”

He wasn’t intent on building up a relationship anyway, so what could it hurt. He liked to play with fire. Sometimes getting burned was worth it.

“Money’s the matter If you’re in it for love you ain’t gonna get too far”

Finishing up drying a glass behind the bar, he put down the dishrag and walked over to her. Leaning on his elbows against the bar’s surface, he addressed her. “Hey Sweetheart, can I get you anything else?”

“It depends really.” She drawled, a lovely rasp in her voice. “What are you offering-”

“-Simon. The owner of this fine establishment.” He finished for her.

“Fiona. Thirsty patron.” She smiled in a way that made him weak in the knees.

“Oh here she comes Watch out boy she’ll chew you up”

“Well it’s just about closing time, my last employee just cleared out the rest of the stragglers and clocked out. How about you and I down a couple of shots and go from there?” Simon suggested, his eyes trailing up and down from what he could see of her body from over the counter.

“Oh here she comes She’s a maneater”

“Sounds enticing, but shots of what exactly?” She feigned a pondering look, a dainty finger pressed against her lips.

“Well, I’ve always been more of a tequila man.”

“Oh here she comes Watch out boy she’ll chew you up”

They were drunk off each other.

Completely consumed.

“Oh here she comes”

She roughly pushed him up against the back of the wall of his office. Fiona unfastened his belt buckle and yanked his pants down. She looked back up at Simon, a crazed almost desperate look in her lust blown eyes. Grabbing hold of his throbbing shaft, she kept her gaze strictly on his. Biting down on her lip, she let out a moan at the sight of pleasure coloring his rugged yet handsome features.

Fuck, she wanted him.

Fiona bite down hard piercing her bottom lip, drawing a bit of blood. She was going to swallow this man w h o l e.

Grabbing his chin, she pulled him in, locking lips in a steamy kiss. His mustache, rough against her face.

Pulling back slightly, she breathed into his mouth “You’re gonna fuck this mouth with that beautifully thick cock of yours. And then shove it right into my tight wet cunt as I ride the shit out of you. I’m gonna make you scream, Tiger.”

“She’s a maneater”

With a quick lick of his face, not giving him a chance to respond as she was already down on her knees. Mouth fully encasing his cock, eliciting a hiss from Simon. His hips bucking towards her face.

She managed a fierce grip of his ass with both hands to keep her steady while simultaneously coping a fantastic feel of his merchandise. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making his eyes roll back.

Fiona continued covering every inch of his member in her mouth, exhilarated in the fact that his hips excitedly met her face close up with each of his thrusts.

“Oh..shit Fi…I ain’t gonna last if you keep this up.” Simon groaned as she continued her delicious assault on him.

Suddenly, he gripped the back of her hair and pushed her into him. Shoving every inch of him down her throat making her gag.

She fucking loved it.

Letting go of her, his cock popped out from her mouth smacking against his stomach. Simon pulled her to her feet and pushed her into the wall. Her hands bracing herself against the cool surface.

“I wouldn’t if I were you”

Simon grabbed her hips grinding his against hers roughly. The feeling of his throbbing dick against the curve of her ass was enough to make her whimper.

Hearing the sounds coming out of that sinful mouth, he pulled the zipper to her dress down harshly, almost ripping it off her. Growled at the sight of no panties, rubbing his length in between the folds of her drenched sex.

“I want a taste of you, Sugar.” He rasped hoisting her up and onto his desk, the contents shoved out of sight. “Let me see if you taste as sinful as you look right now.”

Getting on his knees, her legs already spread, putting her on full display to him. He nearly came at the sight. He licked up thighs reaching her drenched opening with utter delight. He lightly teased along her lips, before fucking her core with his tongue.

Desperate for a deeper penetration, she mirrored his earlier actions. She snatched the back of his head, and grinder her aching core along that mouth of his. His mustache adding a whole new toe-curling kind of friction while his tongue plunged deeper as she ground shamelessly into his face.

Reluctantly pulling back, Simon stood up. Stroking himself, he leaned in hard against her. Kissing along the curves of her breasts, sucking and biting them needily.

Leaving a mixture of her juices & his saliva trailing up her neck, before fixating on licking along the shell of her ear.

“Shit…Fi, you’re absolutely drenched. You want me to shove my big cock in this pussy of yours?” He growled in her ear, tapping his member against her opening making her moan loudly.

“I know what she can do”

As much as she wanted to scream “yes take me now!!!”, Fiona was dead set on being the one in charge.

With a growl of her own and a surprised grunt from Simon, she pushed him back. Forcing him down in his office chair, she kicked off her ankle boots. Thus leaving her completely bare.

She held on to his shoulders, legs straddling him. His cock pulsating against her wet folds.

“I think you asked that question backwards, big man. Pretty sure you meant to ask if I could slam this pussy down on that fat cock of yours.” She said huskily, grinding against throbbing member. Her juices mixing with his pre-cum.

“Jesus H. Christ, Fiona. Just ride the fuck outta me.” Simon said impatiently, his cock desperate for release. “..Please babe.”

“That’s a good good boy.” With a wink, she pushed down taking in all of him. Both of them letting out pleasured moans as he stretched her walls.

Growing accustomed to the intrusion, Fiona started to up her pace.

Hips snapping back and forth to the point she was bouncing on his length. Their moans filling the room.

“You like that baby? You love it when I squeeze the fuck outta this dick with my pussy?” She moaned out with a snap of her hips. “You gonna cum hard in my mouth, Si? I wanna swallow you whole.”

“She’s deadly man, and she could really rip your world apart”

“Ah fuck, Fiona…fucking know I love it. Gonna fill that dirty mouth with my fucking cum.” Simon grunted out as Fiona nibbled on his ear.

Deep hot heat pooling in her lower abdomen was signaling the beginnings of her orgasm. Thus making her ride all the more frantic.

Then it hit her like a freight train.

The hot heat shooting throughout her body, making her scream,“Holy shit, Simon! I’m cumming…oh fuck fuck yessss, fuckkking hell!” Her walls clenched tightly around him, riding out her release with abandon.

“Shit, Fiona.” Simon yelled as he let her hop off him. She knelt on the floor, open-mouthed as he wrenched his cock earnestly. “Fuckingggg helll.” He moaned coming undone, ribbons of white hot cum filling her waiting mouth and throat.

The sight of her swallowing his load with such vigor, just about made him cum all over again.

Sitting back in his chair, he pulled her onto his lap wallowing in the afterglow.

“That…was fucking something.” Simon said letting out a deep breath, stroking her silky soft hair.

“Mind over matter The beauty is there but a beast is in the heart”

Looking at him, her fingers trailing up and down his toned arms. She couldn’t keep her hands off him. “Yea it was.” Letting her bask in the comfortable silence for just a moment.

Having enough of the intimacy, for now, she lazily got off his lap to find her dress. Finding it thrown across the room, she pulled the soft stretchy fabric over her deliciously relaxed body.

“Oh here she comes”

“Hey, Simon? Think ya can help a gal out?” She inquired, hips swaying over to him motioning to the zipper on her back.

At his nod, she bent down slightly, back facing him as he leaned over and zipped her up.

The feel of his fingers trailing up her back still gave her chills, even after it was all said and done but she’d deal with this new information later as she finished pulling on her ankle boots.

“Thanks, handsome. We should do this again sometime.” Fiona stated, bending down to his level and leaving him with one last sensual kiss.

“Watch out boy she’ll chew you up”

Strutting towards the door, she stopped midway and bent down. Smiling to herself as she felt his eyes ogling her ass. She picked up his discarded jeans. Looking back, giving the still naked man a wink as she threw them at him.

A devilish smirk graced her beautiful face as she sashayed out of the office.

“Oh here she comes”

Before she was completely out of sight she yelled over her shoulder

“That was one hell of a time, Si.”

“She’s a maneater”

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[flash1g]

HELLL YEAH!! I don’t know how iI missed this But I’m soo excited Fuckk Yeah. I can’t wait.

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[lenzami]

ohgodohgod

15 flipping minutes!! im still at school fuckkking helll

[dmoreswiftie]

me @ taylor swift: 

WHATTT THE FUCKK YOU RELEASED THE TIME LONG OF THE TRACK ONE WHAT HT E HELLL ITS HAPPENINGGG AHHHHHHHH

[charmed-asylum]

EXUCSE ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SIN THIS ANGEL HAD F ME UP AND CAUSE ME TO DO THING THAT UNGODLY BUT AS I SIT INFRONT OF THIS CHAIR AT THE HOSPITAL RUNNING NUMBERS AND SHIT I HAD TO SAY HELLL NOOOOOOOOOO I SAID I SAID HELLLLLL——- NO OOOO. This girl did this to me had me crying freakin the fuckk outtttt. Had me standing by a nurse saying she about to make me die bc I’m cryin LORD I THOUGHT THE 1st chapter got me but I was wrong. He saw her in the shower but some how they saw her soulllll he said a few words and had me and her pantieeeees. I was like I know something up but still he got meeeeee. I’m so fuckin mad 😡 I said I’m mad bc I got a lot questions instead of notes of a people I’m seeing. Smh smh. Now I gotta run to the chapel and pray that I can make it to the next chapter

Weedboiii Void | 2. The Cage

Summary: Royal is a patient at Eichen House. Colin happens to be, too. But this mysterious boy is more than just fake blonde hair and weed.

He's also the voice in his head.

Word Count: 3k

(Okay, picture this gif, but blonde, okay?? Just...*chefs kiss*)

The screaming is what wakes her.

Normally, it always wakes her, whether it’s her own screams or someone else’s.

But these screams…they feel they’re coming from within her mind.

She sits up in her tiny bed, glancing around the darkened room as she sees shadows crossing underneath the sliver below her door.

Confused, she frowns, hearing the mumbling of voices coming from the hallway. Quickly, and with curiosity, she eases out of bed, padding across the floor before pressing her ear to the wall.

“Think that’ll hold him?”

“No, not for long.”

“We need to take him to Morrell.”

“No…no, it’s too late for that. We’ll talk to her tomorrow but for now, I think we need to take him to The Cage.”

“I don’t know…”

“We don’t have any other options. We need to keep him neutralized, and until we can bring Valack in, this is the only way.”

“Okay, you got his legs?”

“Yeah.”

There’s some shuffling and grunting before Royal assumes they’ve dragged the person away.

The Cage.

The only thing she’s truly scared of in this entire building. Not the people, not the doctors, not herself…but the room.

The room that makes solitary confinement look like a playground, a paradise, a luxury hotel suite.

Whoever they’re taking there is either being punished for something they don’t deserve…or they really are fucking crazy.

Which isn’t unusual for Eichen House.

A little spooked, she turns around to head back to her bed, crawling underneath the covers as she forces her eyes to close.

Don’t think about it, she commands herself. Just don’t think about it.

She could think about Colin, although that appears to be just as unpleasant with the way their last interaction unfolded.

She could think about the life she wants to lead when she finally checks out of this living nightmare, although that seems much further away now.

But she has to think about something, because if she doesn’t…the fog.

The dark fog that inhabits her mind the moment she leaves it unattended.

The fog she now knows belongs to the Nogitsune, although what he is, she’s not quite sure.

She wasn’t lying when she told Colin he’d never spoken to her. But she knows it’s him. Knows when he’s around. Knows what he feels like.

And his silence is always more threatening than anything else he might say, riddles or not.

Sleep evades her subconscious as she tosses and turns about the twin mattress, the springs croaking with every move she makes, and she’s just about to give up altogether when somebody urgently taps on the outside of her door.

“Hot Girl, you in there?”

She pushes herself up by her elbows, eyes narrowing as she glances towards the shadow under her door. She recognizes the accent, immediately connecting it to the face of Lawson, and she tosses her covers to the side.

“Lawson?” she calls, just to be safe as she sneaks towards the door once more.

“Yeah,” he confirms, and she feels a bit relieved as she places a hand over her chest. “I need your help.”

“What…what are you doing?” she asks curiously, having no way to tell the time, but knowing it’s much later than it should be for visiting. “It’s late and you’re not supposed to be out of your room.”

“They took Colin.”

She leans back, shocked and a tad worried, before moving in closer to the door. “I…okay?”

“I need your help to get him back.”

Her face drops as she crosses her arms. “You can’t be serious.”

“S’not hard,” he argues before softening his voice. “Look, I don’t know where they took him, but he doesn’t deserve it.”

“Well…if he’s sick—”

“He’s not sick, he’s scared,” Lawson corrects with a scoff. “And if he’s stuck somewhere, and he can’t smoke…then he’ll be alone. And he won’t have a way to keep him out.”

“Him who?”

“The voice.”

She can feel an eerie chill travel along her neck as she rolls her head back and forth as if attempting to ease the thrill. “Okay, well…what do you expect us to do?”

“Get him out.”

“How?”

“I…haven’t gotten that far, but it can’t be that hard,” Lawson stammers, and Royal feels her eyes roll. “We’ll swipe the keys or something.”

“Lawson…”

“Look, I know, but…it’s bad,” he sighs. “I’ve only seen it a couple of times, but when the voice takes over…he’s not…Colin anymore.”

Royal can feel her expression fall as she pulls at her lip, wondering if the strange boy with voices in his head is really her problem.

After all, if she gets caught, then she’ll never get out.

And she needs to get out.

“Look, I would…help, but…I can’t,” she begins. “The doors are locked till morning.”

She hears a strange noise on the other side of the wall for a moment before Lawson mumbles, “Then it’s a good thing I’ve got the keys, isn’t it?”

And with that, there’s the sound of a lock, a twist of a knob, and her door is swinging open to reveal Lawson on the other side, smirking as he shoves the keys in his pockets.

“There,” he declares before quickly glancing around. “Cameras are down for the night for a reboot, so we’ve got five minutes before guards do a sweep.”

He’s thought everything through, and while that should make Royal feel a little less nervous, she still swallows hesitantly.

“I was thinking we could try Quarantine first,” he suggests as he quickly ushers her from her room so he can close the door behind her. “They’ve taken him there a few times and it isn’t that hard to sneak into.”

Lawson begins to creep down the hallway, glancing around as he goes, but before he gets too far, Royal sighs.

“He’s not in Quarantine,” she realizes aloud, and Lawson pauses as he looks back. “He’s in The Cage.”

Just like that, Lawson’s face falls, and even Royal feels herself pitying the blonde boy. “What?” Lawson exhales. “He’s…are you sure?”

“No, but I heard them take someone not too long ago,” she admits. “And something tells me it’s him.”

“Shit,” he grumbles under his breath, running a hand down his face. “No, okay. It’ll be fine, that just means we really do need to get him out.”

“Okay,” she agrees quietly before following him down the rest of the hallway.

They do their best to stick to the shadows, ducking behind walls the moment they hear footsteps approaching. All in all, it isn’t too difficult to sneak down to the basement, although once they’re in the basement…it gets a bit trickier.

“Hate this fucking place,” Lawson grumbles as they begin down the hallway, a cacophony of voices now echoing throughout the room. 

Patients screaming, shrieking, yelling, moaning, sobbing. Royal feels the hairs on her body stand to a point as they move past the doors, flinching whenever someone rushes at the bars to slam their hands or head against them.

“S’all right, love,” Lawson offers encouragingly. “We’re safer out here than they are in there.”

“I know,” she whispers, moving to cower behind his body as they walk. “Doesn’t make it any less creepy.”

He chuckles before they begin to approach the one door they’ve been searching for.

Lawson offers a hopeful look as he reaches for the handle, but Royal quickly grabs at his arm until he pauses.

“Wait,” she hisses, swallowing thickly. “Uh…I’ll stay out here.”

“Why?”

“Cause…he’s…you got this,” she attempts sheepishly. “And I don’t know him that well, anyway.”

With a roll of his eyes, Lawson grabs onto her arm and tugs her along behind him as he pulls the door open.

The room is dark, as expected. A familiar, moldy smell envelopes them the moment they step foot inside, and Royal resists the urge to crinkle her nose.

And in the middle of the room…Colin.

Strapped to a chair, a blindfold over his eyes, and tape over his mouth.

 Royal’s hand flies to her lips as she takes this in. Takes him in. Her heart shatters in her chest, having been in that chair once herself, but never knowing how…demeaning it looked.

She sees him tense, probably suspecting that the noise he heard was more guards and nurses coming to proceed with their torture, and Lawson is quick to whisper, “Hey, s’all right. It’s just us, mate.”

He relaxes, slightly, but she can’t help the feeling crawling up her neck as Lawson begins to approach.

So, again, she reaches out to grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “Wait…maybe we shouldn’t.”

His expression falls into a look of pity. “Don’t worry, he won’t bite.”

“No…but the voice might.”

At this, Lawson glances toward Colin, his jaw tensing as he seems to mull over her hesitation. “Yeah, all right, that’s fair. We just have to make sure it’s him, yeah?”

“Okay…how?”

Lawson chews on his cheek as he moves closer to the chair in the middle of the darkened room while Royal glances around the eerie space.

Grey walls, grey floors, grey furniture. Dusty. Pungent. Cold. Way too fucking cold for anyone’s liking.

And quiet.

There’s the slight sound of an air conditioning thumping above them, but other than that…nothing but silence.

The silence is what drives you into the arms of insanity.

She knows firsthand.

“All right, mate, I’m gonna take this blindfold off, yeah?” Lawson murmurs gently to Colin as he crouches beside him.

Colin nods once, his fingers digging into the arms of the chair as if preparing himself for discomfort.

Her frown deepens.

Lawson’s touch is tender as he reaches around Colin’s artificially blonde hair to unwrap the ties on the blindfold, pulling it away from his eyes as Colin blinks quickly.

Royal watches him closely as he squeezes his eyes shut again before peeking them open slowly so he can get adjusted to even the slight sliver of light streaming into the dark room.

“Okay, I’m gonna take the tape off now,” Lawson informs him, and Colin nods his understanding.

The sound of the glue peeling from his skin makes Royal wince, but he seems to handle it like a champ, simply furrowing his brows until the tape is being discarded on the floor.

He shakes his head, as if attempting to clear the feeling, and once he’s finally settled…he glances up at her.

 “So, that’s what you look like with clothes on,” he murmurs, brow raising as he assesses her posture.

She smirks.

This is the Colin she first met, and immediately, she exhales a deep breath, relaxing in his presence. 

His eyes flicker back over to Lawson, who is currently attempting to undo the buckles keeping him tied to the rusty chair. “Why are you here?”

“Why do you think?” Lawson retorts, shooting him a smile. “Saving your demented ass.”

Colin seems pleased by this, but he snorts, nonetheless. “I didn’t need you to save me—”

“Bite me,” Lawson quickly interrupts, nodding his chin at Royal. “If she hadn’t told me you were here, you’d still be circling the drain.”

Colin’s eyes move back towards where Royal stands, and his lips twitch into a half-smile. “Thanks, Hot Girl.”

“Anytime.”

“There,” Lawson announces proudly, flicking the belt to the side as Colin lifts his wrist. “Okay, next one.”

After moving to the other side of the chair, he begins to work on the second restraint, eyeing it closely as Colin glances back up at Royal.

She meets his eye for a moment before looking towards the floor, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks as he observes her.

“Shit, this one needs a key,” Lawson grumbles, now standing as he looks around the room. “Okay, hold on. I think I saw one on the desk, I’ll be right back.”

“Law—" Colin begins but is silenced fairly quickly.

“S’fine, don’t worry, I’ll be back, yeah?” Lawson calls encouragingly, throwing a wink their way before disappearing back through the door.

Leaving Colin and Royal alone.

Again.

“Didn’t figure you as the sneaking out type,” Colin mumbles teasingly, as if breaking the eerie tension, and she wants to smile at the gesture.

However, she shrugs, instead. “I don’t think you really know me well enough to figure me.”

“I’ve seen you naked, I think I know you pretty well.”

“I think you’re pretty full of yourself.”

“I think you’re pretty.”

Her brows raise quickly as she looks down at him but he merely flutters his lashes together.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” he asks, imitating a higher voice and that’s when she catches on to his teasing.

“Very funny,” she snorts, crossing her arms as she looks about the dark room. “I hate this place.”

Colin grows silent, now moving his gaze towards the shadows in the distance. “Yeah,” he agrees, a bit quieter. “But I guess it does what it’s supposed to.”

“What, to weaken and humiliate?”

“No. To defeat.”

Defeat.

She turns to him, feeling her heart in her throat at the broken look passing over his face as he meets her eye.

Truthfully, she doesn’t owe him a word of encouragement. Doesn’t owe him her sympathy or her pity. She doesn’t even owe him her time.

“He hasn’t defeated you,” she tells him, despite every valid reason her mind lays out before her. “You’re still in control.”

“Am I?” he questions, head tilting as he looks up at her. “I’m tied to a fucking chair, I haven’t slept in weeks, and for the fucking life of me, I can’t even remember how I got here.”

Her lips purse together into a line. “Here as in Eichen House or here as in The Cage?”

His chest deflates. “Here as in Beacon Hills.”

Shit.

“Colin,” she begins, taking a ginger step towards him. “What does he want from you?”

But Colin merely shakes his head once. “I don’t know, but…he’s waiting for me.”

“Waiting where?”

He pauses before mumbling, “In my mind.”

She crouches down beside him, her expression laced with concern as his eyes follow her down. “How do you know?”

“I see him,” he tells her. “Void. When I can’t sleep, and I can’t smoke, and it’s just…me. I see him, waiting for me, by this…this fucking tree.”

“A tree?”

“Yeah, like…like a stump, of some sort,” he explains, lids narrowing as he shakes his head. “I don’t know, it’s fucking…it’s weird. And he’s just sitting there, and he doesn’t say anything, but he’s waiting for me to…to meet him.”

“How do you meet him?”

“I don’t fucking know.” His eyes shut as his face contorts into a wince. “I don’t know, but…it used to feel like it was my choice. Like it was my decision to let him in, but now…now I feel like I’m being pulled.”

“Pulled to him?”

“Yeah, and I…I don’t know how to fucking stop it.”

She rolls her lips into her mouth as she moves in closer, placing a hand on his knee to comfort him.

His eyes soften.

“You’re in control of your own mind,” she tells him, hoping to sound as earnest as she can. “Not the weed, not the Nogitsune…you. And nobody can take control of your mind without your consent.”

He looks touched by her pep talk, although she can tell he doesn’t quite buy it. “Thanks, Hot Girl.”

Smirking to herself, she corrects, “Royal.”

“Royal,” he repeats as if testing it out, and smiling when he decides he likes it. “See? Hot.”

Laughing, she moves to stand again, glancing over her shoulder towards the door to see if Lawson is any closer to returning. “I don’t know how much longer he’s gonna be, but when he gets back, we’ll have to figure out a way to sneak you out—”

She’s barely turned her head back to face him when she notices the dark, bloodshot eyes piercing into hers.

He’s standing, no longer tied to the chair, and towering above her, demeanor threatening. And just when she’s beginning to put the pieces together…he’s reaching out his hand.

His fingers wrap around her delicate throat before he’s shoving her back against the wall only a few feet away.

With a thud, her head meets the concrete, her vision going hazy as the searing pain radiates through her skull and down to her toes.

“Pathetic,” he growls, his nose inches from hers, his body pressing her taut to the wall as she sucks in a sharp breath. “Think you can train me away?”

“Colin—” A gasp, desperate and terrified and curious.

His head cocks to the side as a devious grin pulls at his lips. “You know better than that, darling.”

Her lashes flutter as she looks over the face before her, fingers pulling at the wrist around her throat. “Void,” she whispers, the realization heavy, but freeing.

His head dips as he eyes her closely. “S’nice to finally meet you.”

She sucks in a ragged breath, nails scratching at his skin, attempting to lessen his grip on her airway. “You’re hurting him.”

His brow quirks upwards at this statement, seemingly surprised that Royal would be more concerned for Colin’s safety than her own. “Am I?”

“He’s scared.”

“He’s weak,” Void corrects, his tone vile and full of disdain. “There is no denying the inevitable.”

“Why him?” she asks, a question burning on her tongue. “He didn’t ask for this—”

“He fucking begged me to take over,” Void sneers, moving in closer until she’s forced to shut her eyes. “Begged me to save him from the so-called life he thought he was living. Begged me to free him. Begged me to do what he couldn’t.”

What couldn’t he do? she asks herself, heart hammering in her chest.

“And you,” Void continues, laughing bitterly under his breath. “Thought you could hide from me, hm? Thought he’d protect you?”

“No, I—”

“There’s always a way in, Royal,” he murmurs, the threat so chilling it causes goosebumps to rise along the skin of her neck, his lips close enough to graze her own as he speaks. “I’ll find you. I always do.”

With that, he releases her, stepping away from her cowering body before slipping through the open door.

When Lawson returns minutes later, he finds her sitting on the ground, her back to the concrete wall as she stares off into the distance, seemingly entranced.

He does his best to console her, to explain, to offer his sympathy.

But she’s not afraid. She’s not traumatized. She’s not hurt.

She’s intrigued.

As she sneaks back to her room that night, her thoughts lie with Void. Through the night and into the day she imagines his voice, his touch, and his threat.

She imagines what he could possibly want from her. Imagines Colin’s admission of desire in the hallway.

Imagines what would happen if she agreed.

Her curiosity is what leads her to him the next day. She skips the group session the moment she realizes he’s not there because that’s the moment she realizes that she’s being drawn to him, too.

The magnetic pull to his power, his control, and his dominance leads her to the basement where she finds Colin lying on the old, tattered couch.

And she decides at that moment that whatever he might want…

…she’ll give him.

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