warnings: implied noncon at end, graphic descriptions of body horror
Shadow wouldn't consider herself a sadist.
But she would be lying if she didn't think Jack looked good when beat.
Even Shadow didn't know why this was, she just casually thought that Jack looked much better when bruised up. Probably it comes from Chase, whose pretty well-known for throwing Jack around and having a pretty sadistic aura around him. But seeing Chase hurt wormboy that awful sometimes caused her to cringe. Yeah, the redhead was annoying and desperate, but he sure doesn't deserve being almost beaten to death all the time.
But the freakiest thing about the whole "Jack Gets Hurt" was that, well, she enjoyed it.
Just something about that Heylin wannabe getting a good beating was how... beautiful he looked. If that was the word. He was usually more dazed and confused rather than angry or sad at most times, or he would just flat out cry out crystal tears that glimmered over his cheeks, which were cut and swollen. Everything about the aftermath of it was appetizing to Shadow. No matter how bruised he was, messed up, or even if it didn't leave any marks on him, it was appealing.
First, she would start on his face. Jack's face was one of a kind to Shadow. A sharp but still visibly round face shape, and cheeks so soft and smooth when cupped or even grabbed by force. His mouth, which would smile almost all the time, and his lips so delicate when complimenting his mouth. But how could she forget his eyes? Soft a bright red, almost contrasting with his whole face. God, how much she would love to be gripping his chin by force, with him tearing up. Bruised cheeks and mouth, purple and blue mashed together to create such a horrific masterpiece. With his eyes gleaming with sorrow and hatred, with his tears just making them shine. Shadow would love to see that one day.
Then going down, she would focus sharply on his build. Jack had a unique build to Shadow. His body was that of an adult but still held its childish characteristics. His chest lean enough for it to be masculine, but his hips contrasting with them being feminine and curvy. How much he would move his hips to go with his chest, Shadow knew for sure she wasn't the only one who loved it when he moved like that. His body was so pretty, he would look so good in chains and shackles. Or even better, his chest filled with cuts and his hips a mash of red and violet, clearly hurting every time he walked. That would be a pleasure to see.
His arms as a whole weren't a focus, but his hands individually were. Shadow wouldn't call them small, but they were definitely smaller than her own and Chase's. Jack was extremely expressive with hand movement, with his fingers moving so smoothly and elegantly. Shadow had even caught Chase complimenting his hands when he was alone and talking to himself. "His hands are quite... unique", you could say that again. Seeing his hands scratched and dirty from all that working in his basement, or even getting hurt with his hands and knuckles starting to bleed. Imagining his hands cupped over her face, or his hands shaking in terror as she got closer to him. Both results would be absolutely magical.
Coming down to it, Shadow absolutely loved Jack's legs. It also made her quite upset, at how Jack would rather where heavy pants or more to cover his legs' shape. But when in view, his legs were so pleasant to look at. His legs definitely complimented his waist and hips, and how she would wish to see them ruined with hickeys and cuts. Just the right amount of curve, and when an effort was put in, his legs could move so elegantly and smooth, and feel so calm. Shadow would do anything to see his legs used in such many ways. With his legs being spread open, and she takes what is rightfully hers, and even his legs bleeding from all the dragging and scratching from walls and the ground. To see them in chains and forcefully open, Shadow could just dream of more ways of what she wanted his legs to do.
Yet Shadow knew she wasn't the only one who had probably lusted after the boy. After all, the boy was considered a nuisance to almost all of Heylin he interacted with, and he was annoying and weak to both Xiaolin and Heylin, anyways. But as secretive as others are, she was quite observant of what others would do and could do. She'd seen how Chase would smirk every time Jack had submitted to him, to how Wuya, as a human, would touch his hands and hips almost too much, to other wannabes such as cats and mimes focus on his legs and just lick their lips once every moment. She wasn't stupid, and she definitely wasn't going to allow those other than her to gaze at him like that. Only she could do that.
Even after saying all these things to herself, she still didn't believe she was a sadist, or sadistic to an extreme. She had convinced herself to a point where when she actually had Jack cower in fear at her smile, laying on the ground, and helpless to whatever she would do to him. Shadow gazed upon what Jack was. His forehead bleeding down to his cheek, with tears about to form from the inner corner of his eyes, with his makeup messed up and mashed with the purple and red. Jack's outfit was most certainly cut, with his chest and hips being most visible, only to show scratches and dirt stuck in open blood and blue bruises. His breathing was rapid, as his eyes started to shine with cowardice and fear, and his arms left completely useless laying on the floor. Damn, her wish was semi-true at this point.
Spreading his legs open and looking deep into his eyes, Shadow had learned just one thing about this whole incident.
ya know i love the idea of jack crushing major on shadow and chase getting jealous of her. not because jack loves her, but jack stopped stroking his ego lmao
i feel like i add to much of myself to jack, instead of him being a Wannabe Gothic SuperVillain, i make him to be a Chaotic Neutral Latino Who Struggles With Mental Problems
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