As always, I will name my followers and reviewers cause without them, I see no point actually continuing this other than for myself, and then I'd just make up stories in my head and never write them down.
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And another mention to RazorC. My betareader and my helper who hits me over the head with the ridiculous amount of commas I use
See you at The Black Penguin club ;)
She was watching him, closely. Those thighs didn't exactly lie to him. She looked in many ways, quite young, as if she had barely just gotten out of her teens. The hovering symbol behind her meant she was of the Ionian high order… but it was painted black. In fact, her entire outfit screamed black with deep purple trimmings. Fashion had decided that the sides of her waist didn't actually need to be covered up and her cleavage, he noticed, was quite…. amplified. Clearly she didn't care about showing skin or decency, but even he, in this situation found himself smirking at the fact she seemed to have a modest chest and was trying to amplify it.
Her expression though, was playful. Well, it would be, she was in control and he doubted he would be able to get out of this that easy. He gulped, and wondered if he would get out of this at all. He remembered, the days in the dungeon, the wild beast he'd become as the hunger of desperation gnawed again at his mind. Upon realisation his breathing went up a notch as he once again stared at his captor. Her white, cascading hair, her high heels, her… purple eyes…. Sweat formed on his brow as for all his smirking and teasing, he realised what situation he was in.
'And your name is?' the woman asked sweetly. Or at least tried to, her voice was several times deeper than it should've been.
'Actually, forget it. I don't want to know,' She clapped her clothed hands together and the chains magically disappeared. Freedom. He scrambled to sit up, panting as events went out of his control and expectations.
The woman stood up and walked away from the bed. He watched her carefully, watching her back as he slowly slipped out of bed and walked towards a window. His legs collapsed on him, weakened by the lack of movement and food. He tried to fall silently as he could, the hard stone floor hitting against his knees. It scraped and scratched at he dragged himself towards the window to look out into the clear…
Sky. Sky, sky, sky and only sky. A lovely clear blue, cirrus clouds were happily passing by the tower as the sun shone down upon them and the tower. So high up they were he could not even see the ground as he stuck his head as far out as he dared. 'We're floating, above the ground, if you hadn't guessed,' Her voice made him tremble so much his legs shook, though not from the lack of energy. Fear started to permeate his entire body as he looked to the sides of the window.
A gigantic black castle, floating so far above the ground it was impossible to see, even though it was stark black, so black it didn't reflect light but seemed to absorb it like a mysterious black hole. His gaze was draw to the spires of the other towers, each as tall as the one he was currently in. They looked like black fingers, jutting out from the earth that the castle stood on. He felt his arms lose their strength as gravity, both from the situation and literally, took control causing him to fall the small distance from window to the floor. His life all of a sudden became a lot smaller. His eyes widened as he turned his eyes upon his captor. He wanted to look away, but couldn't as his face dropped, begging, pleading, and screaming silently. But silent it was as all sound from the room suddenly disappeared, the outside wind quietened and whispered out. The room darkened ever so slightly. It didn't stop darkening though.
Candles flickered low, so low that shadows stretched out along the floor and deformed as the spread across the walls. The woman, the… freak! Her eyes were glowing bright purple now, they shone in the low lighting like beacons on a stormy sea. It was completely silent and still in the room, but it felt like chaos to him, it felt like everything was shattering around him as he crawled, clawed, scraped and scratched his way away from her. The woman had gotten up from the wall she was previously leaning against, and her true form was slowly being revealed. She floated, only a couple of inches off the ground but she floated. But what was more frightening was what was floating behind her now. Three big, black balls. The flew in circles around her back, small trails, echoes of themselves, slipped behind them in their path, emanating pure unspoken energy.
He breathed millions of prayers in a single breath, that suddenly was caught by some unseen magic. It tightened even further around his neck, painfully squeezing and starting to cut off the blood stream to his head. His hands weakly tried to grasp at his neck, to clamp onto the untouchable magic somehow, to lessen the pain, causing him to gawk and his eyes to water. He rose off the ground, slowly, much more slowly than he would like. He didn't expect this was how he was going to die, but it looked like there would be no choice. His shirt tore, the sound was echoingly loud in the room of silence as it was slow, then all at once it exploded off him, scraps of material going all over the room. One landed on a candle and burnt up immediately in a small explosion of flame. He felt it again through the pain, it was making its way up his leg now, ripping and tearing up his trouser leg as more and more skin was revealed to the freezing cold air that whipped through the room. Then his trousers exploded.
He was flung, so hard it cricked his neck, onto the bed. The pressure around his throat, holding him in place had gone. In that moment, his lungs almost collapsed, spewing out a massive cloud of stuck air as shock went through his body. He grasped his neck, clenching it as it expanded rapidly, his breathing matching his racing heartbeat. He glanced down at himself, his eyes raving. He was stark naked. Cold rippled over his body as the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.
BANG.
The windows slammed shut with an almighty boom and suddenly, she rose from the foot of the bed to hover above it. He gulped, partly because of the lack of air in his lungs, but mostly because of the fear that made him wet the bed. His eyes roamed her and the room, looking for some way out, some bargain, some… thing that would get him out of this hopeless, and now embarrassing, situation. He was naked, above him floated an evil sorceress as he lay back upon a bed that was slowly becoming wetter by the second. His mind reeled at the emotions going through his head, his thoughts unable to keep up with the events conspiring in front of him as his body twitched in fear. His eyes widened as she floated down slowly, raised her leg, as if to show him.
She was pantyless, her slit was completely open to his panicky eyes that took in every last detail, the hairless slit, the smooth thighs, the pink pussy lips.
Her foot came down on his penis. Pain shocked through him, sharp, unending pain the forced his body to curl up inwards on itself. And his body would have, if not for the invisible restraints holding his hands and feet in place against his will. He strained against them, hammering his limbs against the forces that held him there. It was of no use though and his body did the only thing it could. It screamed. Screamed in pain, in convulsion, in agony, in resistance and in denial. He opened his mouth and screamed.
But no sound came out.
