Chapter 8: Power Play.
Okay. A word of warning. This is going to be comic-accurate. To those that don't know, it means Slade/Terra. Creepy as hell.
"I just wanna fuck bad bitches
All them nights I never had
bitches
Now I'm all up in that ass bitches
Mad at 'cha
boyfriend, aint 'cha?"
It was all about control. Slade knew that Terra was emotionally unstable, that one kind word and she was yours.
Slade didn't know many kind words, so the Titans had the advantage over him there. However, he had something else that the Titans couldn't- wouldn't- give.
"Do you love me, master?"
Slade turned, and honeyed lies slipped from his tongue, as always. He put his hand on her shoulder, and felt her shiver through the material of his gloves. His one eye remained impassive, but the mind behind it blazed.
She lived for acceptance. She wasn't strong. She couldn't bear the thought of cruel words, that someone might dislike her. Give her a compliment and she would love you for a minute. However, she had an addictive personality. Soon compliments alone weren't enough. Her constant desire for escalation led inexorably to this.
His hands stroked her, and as his baleful gaze fell over her body, he reminded himself that it was all about control.
And Slade knew all about control.
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Yeah, it's really short, but I figured you didn't need to see a full chapter's worth of paedophilia. Remember, kids, stay away from paedophiles. And if anyone objects to this kind of horrible, twisted thing, A: I'm kind of on your side, really, and B: I'm trying to remain as comic-accurate as I can. Even though there's nothing remotely comical about this scene.
I'll have the next one up within a few days, or maybe sooner.