I think morena will be taken out by chrollo given the jesus references with morena design and chrollos own motif Chrollo's character draws on biblical motifs, specifically diabolical ones: the inverted cross on his coat is often associated with Satanism, and his surname is obviously derived from Lucifer.
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Yes, I have talked about Chrollo and Morena's potential foiling in multiple posts, like this one:
Morena and Chrollo share the same lack of attachment to life and a religious motif. Chrollo is a mix between the Devil and an inverse Jesus, while Morena’s crown of thorns links her to Jesus as well.
Both their religious motifs have to do with them being leaders. Chrollo and the Spiders are a group of misfits that choose to steal from others, instead of promoting Christian values of charity or trying to change the unjust philosophy of society. They are a disturbance like Jesus and his disciples, but their philosophy is the opposite of his. Morena wears a crown of thorns because she is considered by her society a fake queen, just like Jesus was mocked for his title of King of the Jews. Jesus has this mockery inflicted by others, while Morena is symbolically choosing to inflict it to herself through wearing the crown.
As leaders, both Chrollo and Morena put their identities into their groups. Chrollo has created a group, which in his dreams will survive him. He refers to himself as “the head of the spiders” and thinks his life is not more important than the other members’. Morena’s whole plan consists of leaving her group to do the dirty work for her and her power has no other effect, but to grant others abilities.
This dependence on their respective groups is a hint of how both Chrollo and Morena’s sense of self is ultimately very weak. They have weak egos.
This is why Chrollo needs to steal others’ powers. He steals people’s selves hoping he can find his own and does not realize how his sense of self is in the familial relationships he has with his spiders.
Morena instead tries to oppose Nasubi, but reduces herself to his negation. She is defined by him. She hates hierarchies and this is why her power supposedly grants every member the chance to create their own community. Still, it is all rooted in hierarchies. People are given value through numbers and are granted gifts and rights only if they level up. Even the people Morena’s group has to kill are granted a value. Normal people are less than nen users who are less than princes.
Morena is moving in the same framework as Nasubi, just in the opposite direction. She has not freed herself from his vision. Maybe this is why a prince is at level 50, while she is only at level 45.
Morena is meant to be Chrollo's foil just like Tserriednich is meant to be Kurapika's. In general, this arc seems to be to have both Kurapika and the Spiders as protagonists, they offer us 2 different points of view on the same conflict:
Kurapika describes to us the Prince War, the bloody war of the rich, which is born from abuse and a need to sacrifice the individual for society. In this context, Kurapika's antagonist is building up to be Tserriednich, obviously.
Chrollo and the Spiders show us the Mafia War, which is just a mirror of what is happening above and is born from those same rules and violence. In this scenario, they Spiders are choosing to go after Morena before they hunt down Hisoka.
At the same time, I doubt everything is just gonna be reduced to... Kurapika is gonna kill Tserriednich and Chrollo Morena... Tserriednich and Morena are foes that should challenge Kurapika and Chrollo to overcome their flaws. In particular, Kurapika is probably gonna have to decide between Oito and her baby and getting revenge on his people. What is more important? New life or past death? Chrollo instead must choose if to be like Morena, who is clearly sacrificing the members of her group one after one in a selfish game or if to protect them, even if it costs him revenge and partly his chaotic ideals.
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heavy inspiration from the Elevator Game, as well as the Three Kings Game and a little bit of Silent Hill 3
demon!Shalnark
Warnings: blood, death, kidnapping
The Sixth Floor Game is a ritual that will put you into contact with otherworldly forces and, if done correctly, can take you to a world that exists outside of our own. To play this game, you must follow all of the instructions that have been written below. Take care to remember all of them, as one mistake could result in death.
First you must enter a dark and empty building that has an elevator and only five floors in between the times of 3 and 4 AM. The only items you can bring with you are a fully charged cellphone, an item of sentimental value to you and an offering for the demon.
It is not recommended that you give an offering that bares any resemblance to that of a clown or magician.
When you enter the elevator, you need to ride it up to the 5th floor and leave the offering just outside the elevator doors and then head back down to the 3rd floor. When you reach the 3rd floor, you then need to exit the elevator and use your phone to call the last person in your call history. The game begins when you call that number.
When the line is picked up, you must say “I want to visit the 6th floor”.
I’m always gonna like hisoka better than chrollo bcuz at least hisoka has some self awareness I mean you could just walk up to the street and ask him “hey aren’t you that serial killer that gets off from murdering people” and he probably say “omg yesss I am actually can’t believe I’m so famous that’s sooo embarrassing *kills u* while chrillo on the other hand would just deny it and say some shit about how good and bad are just social constructs that society made up despite him basically committing genocide
The floral scent hanging in the humid air had become particularly nauseating, the mixed flower petals that complemented the oils poured into the bathwater had all sank before you while the water itself had turned lukewarm.
Looking down at your fingers, you noticed that your fingertips had pruned horrendously. Normally you wouldn’t take much of your time disengaging with reality but recently, there was something in your mind you couldn’t quite comprehend. Just a few hours ago you were subjected to your mother-in-law’s favourite pastime which was holding a tea ceremony by the garden. Except it had a special twist, for every crucial detail that you missed, a melting hot iron would be pressed against the palm of your hands.
You didn’t miss the slight turn on the corner of her lips, her hidden smile behind the paper fan every time the torched metal would melt onto your skin, reminding you that will never be worthy enough to be accepted by her. And for every time your skin healed, your scars disappeared, your blood stopped seeping from you skin, she will be the one to make sure to replace them. Asserting her position and making sure you knew who the true matriarch of the family is.
Heyyo you know how you did that werewolf fic a while ago? That got me thinking, what if the saves a werewolf thinking it's just a big dog? I know it's been done before, but I've never seen it where the person actually turns out to be dangerous. Also sorry about all of the second asks :/
The reader in this is dumb and doesn’t figure shit out, so its basically a self-insert since i also am dumb and dont figure shit out
tw: yandere, threat of murder, threat of sexual assault, stalking
Strays happening upon the farm wasn’t a new occurrence.
Usually you’d lure them in with some food, try to earn their trust, and call the local shelter, who would often come and pick them up in the same week. It was no trouble, and you liked animals, so to know they would get proper care and food warmed your heart at night.
Sometimes they were too wild, not at all accustomed to humans, and would refuse to even take the food, growling whenever you would even look in their direction. It bothered you, and you were always a bit pushy trying to feed them regardless, knowing if they didn't accept your food, you would find their carcass in the next few days.
It was a rather morbid thing to say, but experience had made you accept it as a rule. There was wildlife surrounding your house that ate whatever didn’t leave the area within a few days. You’d managed to save plenty, but the stubborn ones all fell to the same fate, the creature eating them leaving naught but bones.
You’d called a friend of you who was an expert on the local wildlife and asked if there was anything that would do that, a bear or perhaps a wolf. They’d been rather dismissive, telling you that it was merely the circle of life and that you should only worry if the creature ever threatened you or your property personally.
While true, it still bothered you a bit.
It wasn’t just the strays, after all, it was other animals as well. On a stroll, you’d seen so many dead animals that you had promptly returned home, your heart aching at the sight of so much death.
Another call to your friend hadn’t solved anything either, your panicked tone only further convincing them the solitude of outdoor living was getting to you.
“If you really want-” Jean, the wild-life expert said eventually, a labored and annoyed tone shining through their words. “-I’ll stop by next week and have a look, see if I can find any prints.”
“That would really put my mind at ease.” You’d accepted heartily, deciding to ignore his clear dissatisfaction at having to go so far into the countryside. He shouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t willing. “Thank you so much. I’ll see you next week then!”
He’d grumbled, but eventually conceded, and you’d agreed on a time.
The entire affair left your mind after that, and it wasn’t until you spotted a rather large figure outside of your chicken coop that the issue once again resurfaced. You stepped over the wire and looked around, seeing if you could spot it again. Slowly, a humongous canine figure came into view, its head curiously looking at you.
It was larger than the usual strays, by a wide margin, but you had seen large dogs before, and it wasn’t unimaginable for such a beast to be wandering about. You crouched down, and showed your bare hands, trying to usher it towards you.
It took awhile, but eventually it confidently sauntered toward you, revealing itself to be even bigger than you’d anticipated from the distance. It was acting quite calm though, calmer than the usual stray.
“Hey baby... how are you doing.” You said with a smile, hoping to seem as non-threatening as you could while the dog approached. You couldn’t resist using your baby-voice with it, dogs just filling your mind with brainless appreciation and love. The dog came close enough to touch and you carefully and slowly tried to pet it. “How did you get here?”
It was the size of a grocery cart, with yellow eyes inquisitively looking at you while you buried your hands softly in its brown fur, which went deeper than you’d expected.
It leaned into your touch for a while, before suddenly turning around and sprinting away. For a moment, you wanted to follow it, see where it was going, but it was going way too fast for you to even try to keep up.
You sighed and went back to work.
The next day it came back again, though this time it didn’t respond to your calls at all, simply following you around the farm while you worked. You tried to leave it some food, but it seemed rather indignified by the kibble you left, refusing to even try it.
You quite liked having the silent beast follow you, its presence calming you greatly. A large animal wouldn’t dare attack you or your property witch such a large guard dog around. Since the dog didn’t seem underfed, and you left the barn open for it to sleep in, you held off on calling the shelter, entertaining the thought of keeping this one.
You’d decided against it thus far, knowing you wouldn’t have the heart to send away a single one as soon as you relented. A house full of dogs would be nice, but also too much extra work. Running a farm was already tiring.
Your will broke after two more days of its silent following of you, and you even let it inside the house, which it did after some hesitation. It immediately claimed the couch as its bed, and while you worried for a while if it would carry flees into your house, you weren’t heartless enough to kick it out now that it was resting so sweetly.
Despite the watchful protection, you were still very glad Jean would come by soon.
You’d been sleeping poorly, dreams of someone standing over your bed, touching your skin for hours on end, kept plaguing you, and you just knew you’d seen a humanoid figure exiting your bedroom one morning, though when you’d followed it down, there was no one but you and the dog.
Slowly, you started wondering if your friend was right. Maybe you were just succumbing to the loneliness of country life. You’d always thought solitude would fit you, yet as your hallucinations got worse and worse, and you kept finding more corpses out on the field, you weren’t so sure anymore.
It had gotten far enough that you neglected work, only feeding the chickens before returning back inside, where you felt safe at least.
Just you and the dog.
You hadn’t named it yet, fearing your growing attachment would be complete once you’d given it a name. So far you just called it ‘dog’ and it listened, so maybe it considered that its new name.
That was a bit sad. You wouldn’t want to be called ‘human’. You would have to think of something better.
“You don’t have a collar...” You mused as you approached it, its eyes still warily following you around the room. It didn’t let you pet it like the first day, softly biting your hand, but you could safely walk up to it. Sometimes when you were reading, it would lay its head atop your lap. “Do you even have a name?”
It laid silent, and you smiled.
It would only be two more days before your friend would come and search around the place. Two more days, and then you could sleep more easily, knowing that whatever was out there would be taken care of.
It wouldn’t be that easy, seeing as the most your friend could do was tell you what it was, but even so. It was something.
You didn’t sleep well that night, and when you awoke in the midst of it, you couldn’t find your phone anywhere. It was not a good thing to be in the middle of nowhere without a way to contact people, so you immediately went down to see if it was downstairs.
No such luck there, and in defeat you loaded up your computer,
When your desktop finally finished loading (had it always been this slow?) your eyebrows furrowed as you saw tons of open websites, each one definitely not opened by you. Websites on search party protocols? Wildlife searches? The google search ‘temperatures human survival’? What even was a hunter’s website?
You only used the desktop for administrative purposes and a video game every now and again, so someone else had to have used the desktop. That didn’t make any sense though, since no one had been here in weeks.
It was just you.
“Whoops.”
You turned around, letting out a yell of surprise as there stood a half-naked man with blonde dripping wet hair, a towel wrapped around his midst and a toothbrush in his mouth. As you silently watched, eyes wide, you saw him walk towards your kitchen with practised ease, spit out the toothpaste and walk back, this time sporting a large toothy smile.
“Hi Y/n. Sooo this-” “Who the fuck are you and why are you in my house? Wait. Is that my fucking toothbrush?”
“Maybe.” Shalnark answered, throwing your toothbrush on the coffee table. You felt disgusted, but you didn’t really know what to do. Violence seemed a bit over the top, especially with how calm he was acting, but still, he was a stranger in your house, and it didn’t exactly feel safe having him here. “I couldn’t find a spare.”
You sputtered, and he smiled patiently like you were the one who was being scolded here, not him for breaking into your house. You slammed your fist against the cupboard, an action that made the blonde man in front of you nearly break out with laughter. “Answer my first question maybe? Or get out?”
“You don’t look very threatening when you’re shaking in your boots.” He sat down on the couch, even kicking his feet up to the table. “And isn’t it rather impolite to send out someone in the middle of the night? You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”
“You can stay till the police gets here, or you can go.” You bit back, indeed a bit frightened but also not calm enough to back down. “Why the fuck did you break in?”
“You swear a lot, y/n. Didn’t think you were like that.”
“Like that? Unbe- You’re a stranger in my house! Breaking and entering is also a bit unbecoming, don’t you think?!”
“It isn’t exactly breaking and entering if you let me in, though I understand the confusion.”
“Let you in? I think I would remember letting someone in.”
He waved his hands, indicating for you to continue speaking, following your line of thought. “Are you from the wildlife association? Jean wouldn’t just send someone, he said he would come himself.” You tried.
Shalnark blinked twice and the edges of his mouth twitched upward before breaking out in laughter.
“H-hey! You’re not supposed to be laughing. This is serious!”
“What am I supposed to do then? Be terrified? To be fair I’m having a blast I definitely should’ve met you like this earlier.”
“Like this? Earlier? Have you been here before?” You asked, remembering the previous bad nights you’d had, with visions of someone standing over your bed. That couldn’t be real, right?
“I’ve been here for approximately one and a half week? Been in the area much longer.” His eyes shined with something, as if urging you to figure out something.
“No way.” You rebutted, shaking your head. “I have a huge dog, there’s no way you could be here for that long without it noticing.”
Shalnark raised his eyebrows and gave you a pointed look.
“What.”
He motioned again for you to keep talking.
“No really, why are you looking at me like that.”
The blonde man closed his eyes for a few seconds, sighed, and opened them again with a renewed smile, this one a bit more condescending than the previous one. “You’re a bit slow, aren’t you?”
“Look, my phone’s gone, im really tired, it’s the middle of the night and there’s a stranger in my house, what the fuck do you want from me?”
He smiled and looked away, this time mumbling a bit to himself. “That’s actually really cute. I can work with that.”
Remembering what you should be doing, you walked over to the landline, which was in the kitchen. You dialed the alarm number and waited for the beep, your neck hair rising as you heard him stand up and walk over directly behind you.
“Emergency services, how can I help you?” A lady on the other side of the phone greeted. You waited with answering as you felt him stand behind you, his presence suddenly seeming a lot more threatening. To your relief, he moved away for a moment, to the kitchenblock. “Hello? Is there anyone?”
“Yes, hello.” You greeted before reminding yourself to get to the point, as you heard him already move back to you. “I just came downstairs and there’s someone-” You felt his presence behind you again.
He casually placed a knife at your throat.
You stopped speaking.
“Hello, ma’am? Is there someone in your house? Do you need assistance?”
The blonde’s face moved right next to your ear, so you could feel his breath wave past your hair. “Tell ‘em it’s fine.” He whispered.
“I’m sorry,” You said, a bit shakily. The knife at your throat was placed at a sharper angle, so you could feel the steel just barely scrape your skin. “It was my neighbor. I was mistaken. Everything’s fine.”
“Ah, that’s good. Please make sure to check next time before you call. Have a good night ma’am.”
“You too.” You gently placed the phone back, exhaling shakily.
Shalnark immediately retracted the knife and instead rested his face on your shoulders, using his arms to reach around your arms and waist, trapping you in one place. “Sorry for that.”
“Can you let go of me?” You tried, your entire body on edge as you felt him smile in your neck. His hair was still wet from the apparent shower, staining through your sleeping shirt.
“If I do that, you’ll run or something like that.” He moaned in the same way someone would after hearing their morning alarm. “I don’t want you to do that.”
You didn’t dare reply, the feeling of the knife against your throat still lingering. Shalnark and you just stood there for what felt like an eternity to you and a mere moment for him. Eventually he lifted his head up. as if just realizing something. “Oh! You must be exhausted. You usually sleep around this time.”
“Most people sleep around 5 in the morning.” You softly said, a bit bitter.
He didn’t take offense and even laughed. “Yeah, most do. Sooo- I’m going to bring you to bed now, to let you sleep, and you’re going to calmly walk with me, okay?”
You nodded, though the possible implications of ‘bring you to bed’ terrified you.
Slowly he lead you upstairs, keeping your arm in a tight grip, not even humoring the idea of letting you walk by yourself. The sight of your bed, a once so safe place, now filled you with dread, but instead of trying anything, Shalnark just lifted the sheets for you, even tucking you in.
“Don’t look so terrified, Y/n.” The fact that he knew your name wasn’t new to you, but it still surprised you somehow. You clutched the sheets tightly. “You’re scared and tired. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I fucked you now?”
‘You’re not my boyfriend!’ You wanted to scream, yet instead you just clenched your hands tighter in the fabric of your sheets, not wanting him to change his mind.
He smiled brightly. “So let’s put that on the agenda for tomorrow. I can’t wait too long with it now that you’ve seen me. I want to have you mated and sorted out before you can have the chance to getaway.”
If it was possible, your body managed to stiffen up even further.
Still dressed in just a towel, he leaned against the doorpost, his fingers lingering on the light switch. “I’ll keep watch for tonight, so don’t think about going out of bed if you like your legs the way they are now. Good night!”
This is my first time writing a one-shot and sharing it with people. I’m really excited but also super nervous! I am open to feedback, questions, ideas, anything. Just let me know your thoughts!
Word Count: 1,032
Note: (f/n) means “friend’s name”, I had no idea how to abbreviate so I just shortened it to (f/n). So in the couple instance you run into the abbreviation here just plug in one of your closest friend’s name.
*3:34AM, (y/n)’s bedroom*
Your eyes jerked opened. You could feel it.. It was here.
It had been weeks since you first started feeling this uneasiness. No matter where you were and what you did, you could not shake off this feeling of being watched. Could it be that you were being followed? But by who? And why? For revenge? Money?
You were an average person. A good student, with a few friends and a somewhat normal family — at least from an outside perspective — , normal hobbies, no crazy exes, no enemies per se, and no known stalker.. On top of that your family wasn’t rich and, for now, you were drowning in student debt. Your part-time job as a cashier only allowing you enough money to pay your bills. So money couldn’t be the reason. And neither you nor your family ever wronged anyone to warrant stalking so… Why would someone follow you?
This is exactly what your friends had asked as they laughed off your concerns. They were right. You were being silly, maybe even completely paranoid.
For weeks you had attempted to shrug off the feeling, repeating yourself it was all in your head, until a few days ago. You had started loosing sleep over it. Your own room did not feel safe anymore. It felt like someone was here, with you, in your room. Unable to ease your worries, you had started pulling all-nighters. After four days without sleeping, surviving on various caffeinated drinks, you were barely a shell of yourself. This morning, after seeing your exhausted face and your difficulty focusing in class, your friend, (f/n), had offered to stay at your place for a few nights so you could get some rest.
And here you were. Laying in bed next to her. You could hear her calm, steady breathing. She was sleeping, unbothered by the presence in the room. You could almost touch her, so close yet so far… You were paralyzed, frozen by fear, your body refusing every one of your desperate plea to move.
As your eyes started adapting to the darkness, you were able to faintly discern a tall humanoid shadow in the far right corner of your room… On second look, there was no mistake: it was a human, a man to be exact. His face was lightly dimmed by the device he was holding in his hand. Your first guess would have been a phone but the shadow of the device showed weird angles that you couldn’t make sense of..
You wanted to scream, to run, to turn on the light, to wake up your friend, to do something… Anything. But you couldn’t. Your body refusing to cooperate, leaving you as a mere spectator of this terrifying scene.
Your eyes were glued on the figure, as you were trying hard to pick up on any characteristic that would help you identify the man. Unfortunately, all you could make out was that he was relatively tall and lean; maybe even muscular considering the shadow of his arms. His hair must been short to mid-length per the few strands falling on his forehead. His face appeared to have soft features, and he was… smiling? No visible scar, no tattoo, no strong recognizable features. You couldn’t even see his hair or eyes color.
“Just turn on the light… Just. Turn. On. The. Light”, you repeated mentally as if it would change something. Instead, all you could do was carefully watch for any movement. But the shadow stood perfectly still.. Did he know you were awake?
When your internal pleas did not help, you slowly started focusing your attention on your right hand. “Just move one finger. He won’t see it”, you bargained internally. After a few agonizing minutes that felt like hours, you were finally able to move your pinky. The ability to control your body slowly spreading in your other fingers, your hand and arm.
“Just turn on the light”, you implored yourself one more time.
You took a quiet but deep breath before lunging on the light switch that was on your left. The warm white light immediately filled your room. As you turned your head to get a look at the the far right corner, to see who was here, you saw…
Nothing.
“(y/n)?” (f/n) grumbled, “What’s going on?…. Turn off the light and go back to sleep!”
“N-n-nothing… I-I’m.. Sure.. I-I’ll leave it o-on for now” you apologized, still trying to process what had just happened. (f/n) sighted and turned around before hiding her head under the blanket, as she fell back asleep.
You heart was racing from the adrenaline pumping in your veins.. You had experienced sleep paralysis before, but this time it felt different. It felt real, even now that you were undoubtedly wide awake. But no human being could have left the room in such a short amount of time. You must have only taken your eyes off of the shadow for a second, two maximum. No-one could have made a run for it, completely quietly, in that time frame. Was it just a very bad nightmare? Maybe it felt so real because you were so sleep-deprived? Or maybe were you making it up? Had you gone crazy?
You slowly laid back down still questioning your sanity. While you did not want to let your guard down anymore, the comforting light, the presence of your friend next to you, and the lack of rest in the past 4 days, were enough to convince you to attempt to fall back in a much-needed sleep. After all, it wasn’t real, it was just a bad dream…
…Or was it?
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*3:47AM, a few streets from your appartement*
“That was close call” Feitan noted while walking, hands in his pocket, next to his fellow troupe member. Shalnark only answered with a laugh, his attention focus on typing something on his bat-shaped phone. The young blonde had clearly enjoyed the thrill of almost getting caught.
“Why wait? Why not take her now? We thieves, we take what we want, when we want” Feitan continued.
Still smiling, Shalnark looked up from his phone, a smile plastered on his face. “Toys are meant to be played with”.
Could you do some more yandere phinks please? Love your blog 😘
Sure! Thank you :3
“Stay still, or you’ll regret it.” his hand was crushing your wrist, and you were afraid of hearing the snap of a broken bone under the unyielding pressure.
“Who are you?” you whispered, your voice soft and broken due to the pain you were experiencing. “Why are you -” you winced as his grip got impossibly tighter. When you decided to give up on talking, he relaxed his hold on you, but still he did not let go. Your whole arm ached unpleasantly, and you felt an indescribable heat on your skin. You were sure there would be bruises tomorrow; blue and purple that would bloom around your wrist like a bracelet.
“Quiet.” he hushed you, and it was after hearing his tone, so serious and cruel, that you felt incapable of hushing your whimpers. You looked at the ground despairingly and finally understood the absolute helplessness you were experiencing. You were terrified, and you were not capable of comprehending why you had been restrained by this man (this criminal, your mind supplied) in your own home.
“Please... I'm not who you think I am.” your eyes watered and the world became a sudden mess of colour that made no sense. There were no shapes and no contours, and that made you breathe even harder, almost erratically, because you felt hopelessly lost. “I'm just a student. I have no money.”
You heard something that resembled a hush, or at least a sound that was meant to appease you. Maybe your mind was tricking you. There was no way, you rationalized, that the person that was holding you hostage and that was hurting you would even try to soothe you. He was probably doing it so that you would not cause too much of a ruckus, because too much screaming and crying would surely attract the neighbors.
You froze up when you felt his fingers touch your cheek to brush your tears away. When you saw his face you felt your gut twist and churn in a sickening way, for his eyes where warm. When he noticed your stare his face became hard again, as merciless as before, and he squeezed until you felt your bone shatter and you cried out.
“You are stupid,” he started “to believe I’d follow someone if I did not know who they were.”
You could only choke on your tears as you hyperventilated. Seeing you break before him, Phinks thought he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Makeup ruined and crouched figure. Really, he hadn't intended it to be this way, but he had to admit Feitan had been right. This was simpler, and he was very good at hurting people, so taking you against your will was going to save him a lot of trouble. You would learn to love him with time, no matter what he did to you now. He admitted that the idea of harming you at first hadn't been appealing, but punishment would ensure good behavior. He did not want you to run away or rebel against him.
“Now, stop it.” you quieted down, but still you quietly sobbed. He smirked at your obedience. “Better. Now, listen to me. I’m going to knock you out. I sometimes struggle with the amount of strength I use,” The crazed look in your eyes spoke volumes to him. “but don't worry, I’ll make sure not to hurt you too badly.”
As he approached, you tried to stand up and run away, but your legs trembled badly and you were only capable of crawling.
