Are you Wrath? [Rated M for Mature] (Tebby!)

[Anonymous]

Her indomitable will was an uncouth annoyance to him. There were those times when she submitted, when she outright admitted he was in charge, like when he kissed her, and when he carried her here. She had submitted to him, and then...now she had a burst of strength and fought against him. He would admit, her spirit was strong and impressive, but he would break her. He had to break her. He was stronger, he had all the power, all the strength and the force of will to back it up. Thinker was becoming infuriated with her, and part of him wanted to rip her to shreds, to take whatever organs lurked on the inside, and make them show on the outside. Part of him wanted to do other things to her, things best kept to a dark imagination. Another part, just wanted to force her to submit.

He would have to show that he was the strongest, and that she was under him in all regards.

Soon though, soon she would swear the oath, and they would be inseparable. She would have no choice but to accept him, or else, she would find that he could touch not only her body, but her soul. Just the thought of it, of taking her soul, of ripping it from her body got him excited. It meant a lot of things, but it meant that her body would no longer be able to fight. It would either mean he could have a quick tryst, some sort of sexual release, or he'd have a meal. Either way, both prospects were equally fun for him.

As his mask was removed, he could see it in her body. That shiver again.  Oh how those shivers enraged him. He didn't understand them, he was too simple perhaps in his own way. Once more his mind defaulted to the idea that she was either cold, or that other thing. Aroused perhaps? He had chosen the face himself in creation, modelled it in some way because there were those who found it stimulating. Despite being a monster, he could look aesthetically pleasing. Not your typical monster face, which he found to be rather amusing. He had encountered great and terrible beings before, and some had been horrific beyond imagination. Yet he stood as an example of how some monsters could still almost pass for normal in some worlds.

Almost.

As her dress burned, she reacted, and he could only grin large. That pouch, it had been something to cause him to shied away. It held some burning power in it, some stretch of her invisible friend, and he knew that it could hurt him if she had thrown it on him. Now however, she used it to put the fire out. He was disappointed, but at the same time incredibly pleased by these turn of events. Thinker didn't understand shame and morality, but she seemed concerned with keeping her garments on, despite their ragged, burnt, and soaked appearance. Perhaps removing it would help to remove some of her will, some of that fight.

He stepped down from the tombstone, almost casually in a way as he approached. He said nothing, but his eyes focused on her, his lips spread into a twisted grin. There was that moment however, when he moved, when his next step didn't land on the ground, but instead he seemed to disappear. He hadn't however, as his arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her, stopping her from using her arms. His mouth was so close to her ear, and he spoke in a cruel whisper to her. "You have BEEN nothing but disobedient TO me. It is HIGH time the master punishes HIS slave now." His grip was gone for the most part, no longer holding her, but he did push her forward with one hand. The other hand had a claw at the neck of her robe, slicing downward as she was pushed away from him.

Soon the real fun could begin. Soon she would realize that there was no use in fighting him, soon...soon all things would come full circle. Oh how he couldn't wait for soon.

[Anonymous]

She hadn't realized any of the effects this man had on her. Slowly, his actions were draining the will out of her, his words crushing her strength, his power towering over hers. She was reduced to a mass, living, breathing, but just barely. She was basically naked, he could see through her. She had no more water left, no more God to support her actions or to back her up if she needed it. In fact her God had failed her when she needed him most, taking energy and power from her instead of helping her to stand up against the man before her. She hadn't realized any of this until now, but there was no change in her attitude. She fought on still.

Why was she still fighting?

Perhaps it was because even though all of everything she had was gone, she still didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having an easy victory. It was pretty obvious at this point he was going to win, but she wanted to make it as hard for him as possible. She knew there was little chance of her getting out of there, wherever it was that he was taking her, with her life and an even smaller chance she'd have her sanity left if she did. But she didn't want him to take it without even the smallest amount of struggle. Clearly she had already lost her sanity.

She looked up at him, the smile on his face making her stomach twist in an unusual way. It was fear mixed with....pleasure? Was she getting pleasure out of the twisted ways of this man? That would explain the uncontrollable shivers. That would also explain why she didn't want to give up. She wanted more pleasure. She wanted to hear his words, feel his touch. But that made her question the fear a bit. Why fear something you wanted? Why would you want it if you had to fear it?

But that answer was obvious. She may have wanted him, but he could hurt her, manipulate her into any shape he wanted. He could take her life with one swift flick of his sharp gauntlet, though she knew in the back of her mind that if he was planning on taking her life, he would stretch it out, making it as painful as possible. He would push her body to limits she wouldn't be willing to take. He would make her regret ever leaving the church, the warmth and the safety of her sanctuary. And she would love it.

Her eyes never left him as he stepped off the tombstone. It was almost normal looking, almost civil. She didn't like it. It was strange to see him like that. She didn't know him, had only seen and been speaking to him for a short while, but already she was accustomed to his animal-like ways. Seeing him acting human made her stomach twist uncomfortably and she looked away. When she looked back, he was gone. Her eyes opened in surprise, wondering for a moment where he went before feeling his arms wrap around her like a snake. He was close, very close. She felt his breathe on her neck, felt his chest heave with each breath. She heard his words, taking pleasure in hearing the threats he spoke. She almost enjoyed hearing his plans, her body tensing up at the mere thought. She fought back the urge to egg him on, to tell him that she wanted it. Who knows what that would do to him, or what he would do to her as a response.

But then he began pushing her forward. She heard the ripping of her robe, felt the pulling against the cloth and the cold from being exposed. She didn't like the idea of being exposed to the world or this man, so she pushed against his hand with all her might. She knew that would not stop him though. He would continue to tear her robe until there was nothing to keep it up. She knew it was inevitable, but she wanted to keep herself clothed as long as possible.

She needed to make up her mind as to what she wanted.

And fast.

[Anonymous]

Thinker had to admire her strength. That's what he liked the most probably. She had strength to keep trying to stand against him. She would ultimately fail no doubt, she wouldn't be able to stand forever against him. Just as the mighty mountain would eventually be worn down, she too would find herself crumbling against the crashing waves of his power. Her God didn't seem to stop him, her God didn't seem to do anything but watch, while his power was so active and so real. His didn't fade, hers however seemed to do just that! It wavered, it stopped, it started, it stopped again, and she fought even still!

Maybe she hoped there would be a large burst of energy to fight him?

She didn't have her water anymore, that blasted liquid that just...dripped with the power that she so loved. Now however, she didn't even have that, and he would be the one to hold her soul victorious. She would no longer be able to give it to her 'God' and have him save her, now...she would have nothing. Nothing to give to her God at least, but she would have everything to give to him. Her mind, body, and soul would become his, and she would do it all willingly. That was the key, that she gave herself to him, and he did not just take. It was a lot more satisfying if she just gave it to him, and he didn't rip it all from her.

She didn't even try to fight him really. she seemed quite happy to stay where she was, to not run or try to struggle outright. While she was fighting in her own way, it was a lot more passive than he was used to, but he was still enjoying it actually. It was a strange way of showing strength, and showing that he wasn't fully in control, that he would still need to fight her. It was pleasantly annoying of course, because he didn't fully know how to fight it. He wouldn't be able to  threaten her so much with things like pain of death, of forcing her through pain and suffering. He would have to fight her some other way...in the same way that she was fighting him perhaps? No...passive versus passive didn't work usually...and he wasn't even sure he was capable of it. He was always...strong, upfront, there was nothing usually subtle about him.

"You fight and YOU fight, trying your BEST to stand against ME but you will never succeed." She tried to stop the claw from ripping her clothes, and it only served to annoy him even more. He could do so much to her, do so many things, rip her flesh with fang and claws, cause her pain above pain, suffering so bad she would welcome death...but that was not something that should happen yet. It really wasn't. She hadn't submitted, she hadn't been broken, she was still...strong, and standing against him. He liked it, but...hated it at the same time. It meant she would have fight, she would be perfect, but it would mean more time to break her. Which excited him in some small way.

The breaking part, while annoying, was also very invigorating to know that he would have a challenge. That's what he wanted really, a challenge. He didn't like things being so easy, but then again...he was so powerful...it was a bit of a paradox really. Not that he could tell what the hell that was.

He growled deeply as he watched her, looked at her clothes, the ripped and shredded article just waiting to be removed. His fists clenched as he approached her, his eyes burning brighter as he focused on her. She would learn. She would learn, and that would be the end of it. His hand came up, resting on her shoulder as he examined her carefully. He could threaten to break her fingers off, to rip and tear at her body with his claws, to drain her blood slowly, to rape her, but there was no telling what he wanted to do.

Start off slow perhaps.

"Call ME Thinker. I want to HEAR you speak my name."

[Anonymous]

At this point, she no longer knew what she was thinking. She didn't know what to do, nor did she have any control of her actions. Her body was reacting, paying no attention to how it was making the man react. And all she could do was witness as his anger flared, his body tensed, his fists and arms tightened. Her mind feared what he planned to do next, but her body no longer cared. Her body was trying to find a way to get her out of there...no matter what the cost was. But it wasn't consistent. Her mind and her body were working separately, but when she wavered, it was almost as if they joined together, like her mind was finally able to control her body the way it wanted to. Her mind wanted her to submit, but her body still had fight left.

And it wasn't ready to give up yet.

He stopped ripping her robe and she collapsed to the ground. She was on her hands and knees, looking at the ground and breathing roughly. She tried to clear her mind, to allow herself to think of her next move. But once again her body reacted without allowing her to thinking. She sat back, legs tucked underneath her. She placed her hands on her knees and continued to stare at the ground. Her back was exposed to the world, her spine curled and her shoulders hunched over. The rain chilled her, but she held back the shiver that wanted to take her over. Her breathing, while still rough, was beginning to smooth itself out. She closed her eyes, slowly standing again, waiting for his next move.

She felt his hands on her shoulders, again forcing down the shiver that came with them. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes were still closed, and she tightened them, forcing them to stay shut. But her mouth opened slightly, trying to force herself to breath again. But her breath wouldn't come back. She clenched her fists at her side, still trying to get herself to breath. She heard his command, she wanted to respond, but she couldn't get enough air to respond. She stepped forward, almost falling, pulling away from his hands. Her breath came back, a rush of air filling her lungs. She coughed, the force rocking her slender frame. She opened her eyes, and turned to face him. Her breathing was heavy now, and it took a few breaths before she felt she could respond.

But first, she examined him. His eyes burning bright. His hands clenched into fists. Her jaw tightened. Her body wouldn't let her move, so she had to fight back her mind's desire to scream. She swallowed, still staring at him. He wouldn't be happy she walked from him. He would no doubt threaten to punish her more. She had been oh so rude to him, even though he had been so indecent to her. That got her thinking. She would do what he said this time; use his name before addressing him. She inhaled, thinking about exactly what she wanted to say. "Thinker." She tried with all her might not to hiss his name. Her voice was weak, but she continued to speak. "If I may ask, why did you choose me exactly?" She wasn't sure if he would answer her question, or if he would even be happy she had asked a question at all. She tensed, keeping her eyes on him at all times. She would have to be careful what she said or did. She figured he would stop at nothing to make her suffer for all her actions, and she didn't need to make it any worse.

She had it bad already.

[Anonymous]

He hadn't hit her yet. He hadn't forced himself upon her yet. He hadn't bit her, bashed her, shoved her roughly, he had only used words against her. There were lots that he wanted to do to her, make her suffer, make her pay, make her see that he was supreme, that he was the master, that he was the God here, and that she was his servant, his mistress, and...well his. A creature of dominance, that's all he was, and sadly she had been picked by him for whatever reason. Perhaps it had been the holy power, mixed with all the evil around her that signalled him to her. Maybe it was sheer dumb luck she had been walking there and his desires were getting the best of him. Perhaps it was just fated to be, their meeting was predestined by the stars above, and finally all the planets were in the right position...and so they were here together now.

He wanted her to sign her life away to him, desired for her to give herself to him, fully and completely. Part of him was hungry, and wanted her to revolt till the bitter end, perhaps kill her slowly and let her watch as he chewed upon her bones and made her another buried soul in this wasteland of the dead. He was torn between a new woman in his life, and a new meal in his belly.

Such a slighted fate this was to be.

For a moment, Thinker wondered why she was hesitant. Her breath had become non-existant, and it seemed like she was....choking? She tried to step away from him, and he heard it, the rush of sudden air into her body. She coughed too, loudly, which invaded his fine hearing and made his left eye twitch. That was not his name. He had told her his name. Coughing was not HIS NAME. She stared at him, and he stared at her, albeit his stare was like that of a hungry animal. His lips were pulled back and his teeth were bared as he watched her, his eyes burning and smoldering, his hands clenched into fists, and his chest heaving as he took ragged breaths. Then, all of it cleared as she said his name. He almost purred even as she spoke his name.

Then...then she spoke again, and all of that happiness went away. All of good standings that she had was now gone. He approached her though, taking hold of her by the arms, his eyes burning furiously as he stared directly into hers. Then, he leaned in to whisper delicately into her ear. "I picked YOU because I could SMELL and taste YOU. I liked the SENSES you invaded, and soon you will LIKE when I invade YOU." His hands pulled at the cloth upon her, finally ripping the garment from her body to leave her naked for the world to see. She would not be cold however. All around Thinker, there was heat, such an invasive heat that seemed to warm a person to the very core. It wasn't however one like that of a fire, or a warm sunny day, but felt more like it emanated from the rage and perhaps even the lust that built within him. Right now, as his body began to smoke and let off curls of the strange darkness, the world might feel a little less cold for the poor woman.

Whether she would enjoy that heat was an entirely different story however.

"Now you will KNEEL before me, and you WILL accept upon your flesh my MARK." Thinker spoke, his tone odd as he let go of her. It was formal in a way, it didn't hold the rage, the power, the hate, it seemed...archaic, regal almost in a way. He had such plans now, and once she agreed to the pact of the Abyss, he would have her, and....she would have him. People learned that the pact was usually a two way street, despite Thinker's insistence of being the strongest and most powerful, he was actually easy to manipulate. Though, those who became bonded to the monster, were doomed to have him eternally until their death, or until they found a way to kill him. Some enjoyed it however, like one he could barely remember who had enjoyed and desired him...if only to experiment upon him. That had been a fun time, but like others before she fell to his strength and could not fight him...or had he died? His mind wasn't one to focus on the past, more so if the past ended in death.

He did not die, he just got sent back temporarily to the Abyss. That helped to keep his ego in check.

[Anonymous]

It was quite a surprise to her that she hadn't quite gone into shock yet. She was never the one to take easily to...situations that got difficult. She had broken down crying when the town told her they could no longer legally hold ceremonies in her sanctuaries. She had been unable to eat for days when her family told her they wouldn't be able to make it into town by the day they said they would. But now her life was at sake, and she kept a level head most of the time. Perhaps it was her...fragileness to stressful situations that explained her on and off confidence boosts. It made sense to her.

But what was sense anymore. A few hours ago she would have been able to tell you that it was the rational explanation for something. Now...now nothing made sense. Nothing was rational. She was being held against her will by some sort of animal man in the rain. She had been chosen by him because of her smell and taste. She didn't want to believe it, in fact a few hours ago she wouldn't have believed it. But it was hard not to believe what you see right in front of you. This was real, and she had no plausible way out.

That was another thing. She could believe this man was real, even though she didn't want to. But she had wanted to believe that her God was real, but when she needed him most, he betrayed her. She had believed in him for as long as she could remember, and in a few moments, he had redirected her thinking. She still wanted to believe that God would help her, but she couldn't understand why he would betray her so. Here she stood, the face of death staring her right in the face, and she couldn't figure out why she was still standing there and not back in the safety of her own house.

When she spoke, she tensed up, perhaps by instinct. Thinker walked forward, touching her shoulders, the warmth radiating from him making her shiver. It was nice to be warm, but this heat...was odd. She didn't quite know what was different, but it made her feel uneasy. Her robe was barely clinging to her delicate body and when he neared her, she froze. When he touched her skin, it burned slightly. But she stayed where she stood. She stood strong, staring into the dark eyes of a hungry animal. She took a deep breath as he growled the words back at her, wincing only slightly at each emphasized word. She tried not to listen to what he was saying, but each word came at her like a knife. What exactly did he mean by that?

A moment later, she felt the last of the threads holding her robe up break. She stood bare to the world, but didn't even attempt to hide herself. He was the only one around, and if she were to survive...it seemed like this would be the easiest way. She inhaled sharply, straightening herself in front of him, holding herself as proud as a woman put in this situation could. She didn't feel cold. The heat from him engulfed her, though the feeling of it was not at all pleasant. It felt...almost too hot, a sensation that felt like it was burning her skin. She looked down to check that she was ok, only to find that her skin was no longer wet from the rain. All the water had evaporated. She glanced back up at Thinker, her face showing little emotion, or so she hoped.

With one swift movement, she knelt down on her knees, looking at the ground. She wanted to listen to him now, since resisting him seemed to get her nowhere. She wasn't going to speak, since that only seemed to bring on more trouble for her. She wondered what following his orders would get her. Maybe it would buy her more time to think of a way out of this situation.

Or maybe it would kill her quicker.

Anything to get away from him.