Intellegence and Strength

That felt... wow. I rubbed my hair. Just. Damn. I was smart before, but what I took of her wit and reason and placing it on top of my own. Oh, I must not get ahead of myself I thought, looking at Trish. Her eyes were staring but she was clearing struggling to understand what was going on. She fell backwards against the door. Right, I took that too.

I took in a deep breath. I did feel lighter.

"What... did... you," she tried to reach for the counter but her arms were shaking.

Was she afraid? I looked over her, shaking... but I grabbed her wrist. Any pulling she did was useless. he was a kitten against my strength. Her pulse was actually kind of steady. So she wasn't actually scared. I smiled. "Shh, it is okay. I'll explain. Just grab on, I am gonna lift you, and I don't want you to fall."

I hefted her over my shoulders and could feel her beautiful body against mine. Her arms struggled to grip each other against against the back of my neck as I carried her over to her room. Lets see. No fear, she can't reason how much danger she is in, can she? Her back on the bed, her eyes darting around. To think what I was capable of. From just stealing two things from two people.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"Yes yes," I said, grabbing her phone. "You asked me a lot of questions. Open your phone, I want to look at some things, then I will answer."

"But, that... is," she pouted a bit. I pushed her her shoulder down against her pillow. Trish wasn't smart now, but all that time. I was a fool, she would be the type to be texting her friends with her phone in her pocket while staring at me. If I added cocky now that I took her intelligence. I could lose this tiny window I had the advantage. "Go on. Try and get me off you. Try harder Trish."

She gripped my wrist with both her hands and tried to squeeze and twist and pull as well as move herself. "It doesn't feel nice. Please."

"I will count to one, then I will push harder and it will feel worse, or you will tell me how to unlock your phone and I will let you up," I said.

"But... that is mean," she said.

"What is important right now isn't that, but if it is true. Can you figure it out without? Before I finish counting?" I asked. "Five."

She looked at me and around but just kind of flailed a bit.

"Four. Three. Two."

She gave me the code and I let go of her. Hmm. Lets see here.

"You said you'd tell me what you did," she said in what I think was supposed to be demanding but it was actually pretty adorable. I glanced at her. She was just kind of sulking. Right. I did say that.

"Well, I stole some of your traits. Don't worry, you will get them back in a day." Hmm. Interesting. She did send some messages from her phone. Ugh. The moment I asked if she was at the hospital she planned to wait back here. She was holding rootbeer when I came in only as an excuse to say she was planning to take it to the Chrissy. Ugh! When I broke in, she sent like five different people messages mentioning be by name! But... she had typed out a message to Megan. An SOS. But that one she didn't send. Just a draft. She had told them to wait and not send messages back. So as long as the SOS didn't send, I had-

"Alexa! Send Megan text," Trish shouted.

"Huh," I said looking at her. Wait. Shit. Did she just... I turned my head back to the phone.

Message sent

I was shocked by the look on her face. I expected something smug, after all with that she basically just beat me. The cops would no doubt be called and I had no moves and yet she almost looked... worried. She... hadn't thought it through. She can't, she had just enough reasoning left to do that. To warn her friends I was dangerous.

I stood up and growled. "Grrrr. Don't move or speak. Not one word!"

I couldn't just send a new message, they would wanna talk to her and even if she repeated everything I told her to, the breaks in her speech would be enough to make anyone realize she was under duress. Run? Well. No. Obvious the Kyoei No Senban came first. I opened the closet and pulled it from the table cloth. She left you like that, ugh. Just feeling it in my hand... I almost moaned.

It was like a thousand times more intense than touching Vellus. Please, I need your advice. Hmm.

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That voice. Surprisingly dry and sulky and feminine for someone Gemma kept referring to as with a male pronoun. Are you my lord? Hmm, I wonder why my mind was drawn to that term. The lord of watchers I suppose? Well... I shook my head. Later. One fifty two. And wow. The text was.... like something indescribably beautiful. That might, no if my lord was suggesting it. Then I had no reasons to doubt. Hmm.

"..."

I took a deep breath. I felt.... soooo so much different already. A little tingle of power of flowing through me. Like every part of my body was being touched. I tossed the book towards Trish as I raced to the nearest mirror in the bedroom next to Trish's. Hahaha Looks like... I was a bit different now. Thanks my lord. You gifted me your eyes. They were beautiful.