Part Two: Levin
Kevin Eleven had retreated, being satisfied that he had done his job, leaving Kevin Levin in charge of their body.
Once he was back in control Kevin went icy cold as he saw her. She was hanging limply in the chains, her head rolled to her chest. What had he done?
He must have gasped for she looked up. She looked him in the eyes, noting that her Kevin was back, and smiled.
Before he knew what he was doing he had done up his pants, horrified at what he must have done to her, scrambling for the remote and walking as close as he dared to hold her up as the chains released her. If she struck him he knew he deserved it. Eleven may have been in control but it was the same body, the same voice and it had violated her. But she didn't strike out and this scared him the most. How badly had he hurt her? If she couldn't even fight him as he dressed her in his shirt to restore some of her dignity…
"It was consensual," she spoke up, having read his aura. Her powers were coming back slowly but she supposed even a human could have read his aura at this point. It was screaming in horror and pain, "He didn't force me to do anything…"
"Even the chains?" he asked doubtfully. He had scooped her up and was carrying her up to his house, leaving the torture chamber basement. For months he had fantasized about bringing her there and…now everything was ruined.
"Well no…" she admitted, "not at first. He depowered me, knocked me out, and brought me here; I woke up in them…"
He wanted to cry. Everything was ruined. She would become righteously livid eventually and never trust him again, talk to him again.
He set her on the couch, giving her a blanket to cover her legs and then retreated as far as he could get from her.
"What did he use on you?" he questioned, not daring to look at her; he had no right to, not after what he had done.
"A box cutter," she replied, "oddly the pain felt good…"
He whiplashed himself to stare at her in horror; had Eleven drugged her?
"Honestly," she continued firmly, seeing the disbelief in his eyes, "It was consensual when it came to…but when I first woke up I was scared…he was very gentle actually…if I had said no I've no doubt he would have backed off and let me go. But once I got over my fear of him it was enjoyable, even the cutting and slicing. And biting…in fact the only regret I have is that it wasn't the you I know…that I love. He didn't rape me Kev, Plumber's honor."
His body relaxed; the horror, fear and sorrow leaving him. If she swore on her Plumber's honor then she couldn't be lying. But then he stiffened again, "D-did he wear—?"
"No," her answer was quiet, "but I know you're clean; if anything else happens don't worry, I won't be expecting anything from you. You're free to go…"
"I'm not leaving you, either way." He told her suddenly, "if you let me I'll stay with you for the rest of my life…"
She squinted; his aura was pulsating with love, pure and true love. It matched her own perfectly.
She smiled, "Of course I'll let you; didn't you hear me before? I love you…" she yawned, laying on her side, head on the armrest, and curling up underneath the blanket, "I'm just gonna nap; if my parents call say I got a bad concussion or something. Ben'll cover for us…"
He picked her up and brought her to his bed, pulling back the covers, laying her down carefully and tucking her in. He turned and was about leave the room when she caught his hand, "You need to nap too; I know having Eleven out wears you out, so join me; please?"
It only took a split second for him to decide and then another for him to climb in beside her. She snuggled into him, he automatically wrapped an arm about her waist and they drifted off to sleep.
And so this is where this story ends. They were happy, what might happen tomorrow was tomorrow's problem. Today was a good day.
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