Hehehe, to Kruegerdave, who initially inspired this fic... Thanks so much!
I open the door to his cell in my castle.
His room is actually nice. The walls are painted a rich teal, posters for assorted nerdy stuff hanging on them. A single light hangs from the ceiling, making the room feel bright. He has a large, comfy bed, a television, stuff to make his room more comfortable. Hell, he even has his own private bathroom.
He lays deeply asleep in the bed, snoring loudly. Thank god I gave him clothes.
I change my appearance with magic, making myself look like Andrew.
"Warren!" I cry out in Andrew's voice.
"What?" Warren yawns, rolling over to face me.
"You're alive!" I say, running up to him. "I thought Spike had killed you!"
"I think the Authoress healed me," Warren says, sitting up. "Where am I?"
"I don't know, the Authoress just teleported me here!" I say excitedly. I kiss Warren on the lips, internally trying not to gag.
"Back off, dude," Warren says, pushing me away.
I shift back into my normal form.
"I had to know," I say, wiping my lips on my wrist, and then wipe that on my pink and white striped sundress.
"Figures," Warren shrugs.
"And to answer your question, you're in my prison," I say, looking around.
"Prison?" Warren scoffs. "This is a prison? Hell, this is awesome!"
"Don't get too happy," I cackle.
"Fine, fine," Warren sighs. "This room is crap,"
I summon a plate of food into my hand. A large, meat filled sandwich and a bunch of snack food fill it.
"Here's your food, dear" I say, setting it carefully on his bedside table.
"Thanks," he says greedily, grabbing at the food.
"No problem," I say cheerily.
"Wait. Why are you doing this?" Warren asks.
"Doing what?" I ask innocently.
"You know. Letting me live,"
I turn to him.
"Maybe I want you," I say flirtily. My mind tries to make me barf, but I suppress it.
"Wait, aren't you like, 14, or something?"
"Nearly 15. Does it matter?"
"I mean, would it be kind of creepy?"
"Dude. You made a date rape orb pretty much," I smirk. "I don't compare,"
Warren stays silent.
"Maybe I admire you though. You are smart, cunning, kinda nerdy," I count off his qualities on my hand. Those are the only three I can think of, so I stop.
"Do you like my scheming?" He says, setting down his food and standing up.
"I envy it," I smirk, standing closer to him. Only a few inches of space between us.
"Do you like the way I can control people?" Only three inches now.
"I want to be able to do that," One inch.
"Do you like me as a villain?" Our bodies are touching.
"You are the most evil villain I know,"
He grabs me by my upper arms and kisses me.
Control my gag reflex, control my gag reflex. I have to be able to act to play the game.
I kiss him back.
I should join theater.
Kissing someone who's about 7 years older than me, someone I hate, god damn.
"I should go," I say, pulling away. "I have to go check on the group still exploring,"
"Is this still your castle?" Warren asks, sitting back down. "This room, I mean,"
"It is," I say, leaving.
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