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Alex smiled happily, waiting. The wand buzzed as someone called it. Her smile grew as she opened it. She spoke with her brother for the first time in years. She knew he was angry, but the first thing that came out of her mouth set the tone for the conversation, for the rest of their lives.

But that did not mean she could not be sarcastic, "Hello, Felix Rinaldi's phone, how may I direct your call?"

Her catty attitude sliced through the line. She had already hacked the password and changed it. Alex could not use the wand, but she could make sure that Felix could not. There was silence on the line.

A slow, heavy breathing sounded in her ear. Alex quieted to a breath.

"Alex…" Justin growled it, filling her syllables with lust, hate, affection, anger, and blinding rage. She shivered.

What really bothered her is the fact that he had a horrifying effect on her. Goosebumps rose on her skin, all over. She clutched the blanket around her tighter. He was even more terrifying to listen to. Because she had spent so long under his abuse, her body betrayed her: her legs collapsed, her fingers trembled, sweat formed on her skin, adrenaline flooded her system with full-force, her lips stuttered out one word, "Justin."

They stayed like that for a while, Justin too furious to do anything, Alex too terrified to take him on.

Eventually, Justin took charge, "So, I saw you tonight. I should have known you would end up a whore."

His words stung, even after everything that happened. Still, she fell back into their old pattern, "Well, I'm not surprised you have to go after a whore to get a girl, loser."

"That's the last time you call me a loser, Alex!"
"Hey Justin, listen… loser!"
"Stop that."
"Loser!"

"I'm not surprised you threw yourself at every man in the club, but let's be honest, you were there for me," Justin accused.

Alex stiffened, "I don't need anybody! I'm free!"

"And Mason?"

There was a pause as Alex considered her answer, "Mason is… not important anymore, you made sure of that."

Justin growled again, "I suppose you have a plan?"

Alex lay back, "Oh, I always have a plan."

Justin shifted his attack. He could not force her to reveal what she was thinking, he never really could, but he could force her way of thinking that was his specialty. When they were younger, she learned how to do wrong not right by watching him, and learned spells from her mistakes.

He drew his voice cold; in a way he knew would affect her, "Did you know that some rape victims have orgasms?"

Alex stopped breathing. She had done so much since becoming free that she had pushed her status as 'victim' out of her mind. She was a rebel, a freedom fighter, and a heroine. What had happened to her was… ignored.

She still let out a gasp of fear. Justin's eyes rolled up. He could feed off of this, "See, Alex, I know the truth: you like to be hurt. You are so stupid, and so insignificant to my intellect, that over time, it is all you feel. You needed me to take you over and over. And, before you protest, let me just say, I know you enjoyed it, I made you enjoy it."

Alex snapped out of her daze. He was putting her in a situation in which she was a helpless victim. He did not know her that well after all. She sprang to her feet, "You don't know me at all!"
"That's not what the bed says." Justin lazily twirled his wand in the air. Although he could no longer track Felix's wand, he could still find Alex. Mason had reported she was putting her faith in a talented wizard, but was unable to locate them. Right now, he wanted to push her buttons. Even though she had some power now, he wanted to decimate her.

"You know, I kind of enjoy our stories, sit down."

Even a hundred miles away, her body obeyed him. His training had been so thorough, she felt the subconscious need to submit to his will. Her eyes clenched shut.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"

They both spoke that sentence at the same time, but Alex took the lead, "I will take it away, all of it, I have the power."

Justin snickered, "Oh, yes, I heard, some wizard will stop me. Don't bother, little sister, big brother knows everything. There's one last thing I want to leave you with: You and I both know I am winning. It's only a matter of time before you turn yourself over to me, forever."

Alex sighed, "You were winning the wizard competition too, but I'm still here."

She hung up the phone. All the pieces were in place. Justin would soon see through her scheme, and come for her. Now was the time to act.

Within twenty-four days, she would likely be under arrest, Justin would have his journal back, and the wizard council would let Justin rule the human world.

Everything was going according to plan. Then she would turn it all around.

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Miranda snickered up at him. Torturing the girl was not as much fun as he remembered. Truthfully, nothing was. The most fun he had enjoyed these last few years was breaking Mason. The werewolf was stubborn, but eventually bowed to his new master's will. It had taken two full moons to completely ruin him of all individual thought, but Justin had prevailed.

The blood from Miranda was pooling on his floor. She smiled up at the ceiling as if she could see something he could not. Dressed in an evening gown stained red, Rosie looked over at Justin concerned, "If you keep this up, you'll kill her."

Justin smacked her with the whip. Although it was foolish to anger his dark angel allies, he needed to focus. There was something about Alex's plan that bothered him. How had she gotten in? Surely the management had to know…

Justin growled angrily. He flashed into the club, and busted into the backroom. There was a wizard's robe there with saved video. He used a spell to show him what was saved.

It was an orgy. At first, it made sense that was what was on the robe. Still, he could not help but feel it was there for him. A familiar face popped up.

"Hello Justin," Grunted Stevie, busily working the middle of the group, "Remember me?"

The blood drained from Justin's face as he realized what Alex had; his journal. His most private, intimate thoughts, his goals, his plans… She had everything she needed to start a revolution. And Stevie… well her hell was special. She had lived as a rebel before meeting Alex, slumming from place to place, so her sexuality was a bit more fluid. Even intense physical abuse was not effective against her.

So he went another route. He dressed Stevie up like Mrs. Beaver and put a spell on her that put her to work. She cooked and cleaned (in high heels of course) whenever he visited, she greeted him sweetly with "honey" and "Dear". He never laid a hand on her, simply an occasional kiss on the cheek.

And she was stuck like that. She ate dull food, and never spoke her mind, ever. The stress from living the ideal woman from 1959 had obviously taken its toll. Stevie was whoring herself out to feel alive. In a way, this route was almost as bad as Alex. Stevie was forced to live for him, and do it as if she was a happily married woman, while under the surface, there lay insidious intent. If she burned dinner, she had to burn herself. If the floor was not clean, and since it was limbo, it was stuck that way, she had to go down on her hands and knees and scrub it forever.

Her 'husband' frequently visited the women around her. She knew what happened with Alex. There weren't enough walls in the mansion to contain her screams. But Stevie still had to pretend that he was her "golly-gosh loving" husband, and they were very happy together.

She knew he was raping her only friend.

Stevie told him to that he had one chance to save himself. After that, Alex was going to finish him off. All he had been working towards was coming down. She then busied herself with the men and women around her.

Justin's teeth ground bitterly. She would pay, they would all pay.

And he now knew how to find her.