Prisoner of Mind

Pt.2

"...W...what?" Sanderson asked.

"..You heard me...touch yourself...you know you want to..."

"I...I don't want to! I'm not giving in to my urges!" The pixie shivered at it stared at him with it's blank eyes.

"...Are you scared, sire?" It finally asked.

"...S...Scared of w...what?" Sanderson asked.

"...Me." It tilted its head and blinked owlishly, giving it an almost comical feeling about it. Sanderson didn't know what to say...his mind was blank, he couldn't think of anything other than trying to regain his body...

"...W...why do you ask?"

"...I have nothing to fear, sire. I am the side of you that can't feel any remorse...or sadness..or joy...NOTHING." It whispered. Sanderson stiffened in the chair as it came closer to him. He shook slightly in fear as his inner demon leaned in close...and kissed him. Sanderson dared not to move as it ravaged his lips, his eyes squeezed shut as he wished for it to stop and leave him alone. It finally pulled away and played with his spiky hair.

"...Which brings me to the point...what do YOU feel now?" The pixie resisted the urge to wipe his lips with his sleeve and took a deep breath.

"...I..I want you to leave me a...alone." It laughed in his face.

"...Leave YOU alone? But how will I get my fun, huh? Don't tell me you're tired of our little game...we just only got started, sire!" The pixie blinked once, taking in his inner demon...silently hating himself for letting it out of control. He didn't think it would go far...but apparently he underestimated his own pent-up rage...which was now in the form of his dark half...the Evil!Sanderson.

"...Please...I..I just want my body back...all I want to be normal a..again..." He begged. It suddenly flew into a rage and grabbed a hold of Sanderson's shirt and repeatedly backhanded him across the face.

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!!! YOU'RE USELESS, SIRE!!!" It screamed at him. Sanderson cried out in pain as he endured its abusing. He could feel hot tears spilling down his cheeks...

"...Useless!" It spat as it released him and shoved him back into the chair. The pixie's cheeks stung as he massaged the pain away, his shackles seeming to be heavier than usual. He was more silent, now wary of what it was capable of. It suddenly put on a gentle facade, almost wiping off every inch of it's smirk on it's face.

"...You poor sire...see what your ickle wittle words made me do?" It cooed.

"...It made me hit you and make you cry...and I don't like doing that...too much." Sanderson barely wiped his tears away when it started fondling him from behind. He didn't even notice it's hand suddenly appearing and stroking his legs.

"...S...stop that..." He whimpered. It ignored him and continued it's stroking.

"...I thought we were playing a game, sire." It purred and nipped at his ear.

"...N...not like this.." Sanderson shook his head.

"...I changed my mind, sire...I like THIS game much more better...it gives me control..." It smirked as it worked him over. Nothing but the sound of a zipper echoed within the room. Sanderson whimpered as he felt himself harden at the sound of its voice dripping with lust.

"Maybe...stroke it, eh?" Sanderson panted as it touched him slowly, rubbing it's hand over the tent in his pants. His face flushed as it pulled his hard on out of his briefs. It's other hand grabbed a hold of his face and forced him to look at himself.

"...Horny little bastard, eh? Look at yourself...you're quivering." It was right...he was aching to be touched...and he didn't have the option to stop himself.

"I...I hate you.." Sanderson panted as his eyelids grew heavy with lust.

"Yes...keep saying it...you know how much I love it..." It whispered as it kneeled before him. The next few minutes became a blur to Sanderson...he clung onto the chair, only his breathng, moans, and the sounds of sucking echoed in the empty cell. A fleeting thought absently came and flew through his mind before he knew what happened, but he had grasped a little of the concept and hung onto it enough to understand before letting go.

'...Gods...e..either this is incestual m...masturbation...or some fucked up f...form of narcissism...'

"Ohhhh...!" The pixie cried out as it continued pleasuring him as much as it wanted, his hips thrusting wildly and trying not to slip off the chair in his ecstasy. It could feel him about to explode, and spoke only one word.

"Come." At that moment Sanderson screamed, hitting an orgasm. He spilled into its mouth hard, riding his orgasm until he was spent. He fell back exhaustedly in the chair as it cleaned him up with his tongue almost lovingly.

"...Y...you bastard...I...I hate you..." Sanderson said weakly. It tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up, smirking.

"...I still love the way you hate me..." The pixie panted, trying catch his breath before answering.

"...G...good...because I'll always hate you...now let me out of these shackles..." It merely smiled evilly and kissed him again.

"...I hope you enjoyed it, sire...perhaps we'll play the game again..." It whispered into his ear before it started walking away.

"W...wait...you said I could go free..." He said in concern, getting up from the chair. It merely sneered.

"...Since when have I ever told the truth?" The purple-eyed pixie had a look of complete shock on his face as he realized that he had believed its lies...again.

"NO, STOP!! PLEASE!!!!!!! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!" Sanderson screamed as he desperately ran for the door, but the shackles held him back, his hands helplessly reaching for freedom...but yet it was out of his reach.

"PLEASE LET ME GO!! PLEASE!! OH GODS, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!!!!!" He cried and prayed for it to change its mind, but it merely smirked as it stepped out of the room.

"...Goodbye, Edward..." Sanderson's cries of anguish were left unheard as it closed the door on him, forever sealing away that part of his soul into the darkness.

"...I win."

The End

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A/N: ...Eh...wellllllll I'm continuing this series in the Danny Phantom section... hope ya see it soon!