PJs wakes up, finding himself tied down.

PJs stirred, vision bleary as he still felt woozy, and like he just had the crap beaten out of him. Coming to, he slowly regains focus, realizing multiple things as he does. For one thing, his mouth was gagged by some kind of sponge and a belt, so his voice comes out super muffled. Another aspect that he could feel was that he was sitting upright in a chair, though not of his own volition, more of by the thick wrapping of rope around his body pinning him to the pine furniture. His sight coming back revealed to him that he was in a dark room with only a lightbulb and a lampshade hanging from the ceiling lighting up only him, a wooden table, and the person occupying the seat across from him.

Ah dammit… PJs thought to himself.

Scanty scowled, her arms and legs crossed, and unfortunately for her, had to be crossed under her chest, as her boobs were still very prominently huge. In fact, it was really hard for PJs to even know she was scowling in the first place, what with his eyes being magnetized towards them constantly.

Though that made PJs wonder. If she’s as chesty as he made her, would she still not be able to see him? He leaned as much as he could to the left and right. It wasn’t much, granted, but enough to see that Scanty’s eyes flicked back and forth with his motions.

“If you’re wondering if I can see you now, I can.” She sneered. “Charon Sulfur does wonders for the sinuses, and the senses.”

She took a minute to look down at herself as she said this before looking back up, “though doesn’t do much for the physical alterations. Whatever you did, I’m going to have to get you to reverse it. We don’t exactly have the coinage or bathing time right now to buy imported Sacred Bathbombs.”

PJs took in this information as best as he could. So Demons are able to easily bypass mental effects with an aid. So that means his power isn’t almighty. The wishes can be dispelled in manners of the supernatural it seems. Just that fact alone is making him rethink his vendetta on the Angels and Demons, let alone the whirlwind of events that got him here in the first place.

Scanty slammed the palm of her hand onto the thick, well-decorated table, catching PJs’s attention once again after he was lost in thought, making him remember that right, he still had a huge issue in the matter of being tied and gagged in the hands of Demons that are now aware of his shenanigans.

“In any case,” She continued, “You’ve been quite a menace today, haven’t you.” She lifted her other hand, PJs finally noticing that it was holding one of her revolvers. PJs would be sweating if he still had pores. He certainly knew what Angel weapons did, he’s seen it at least a dozen times on the news; Ghosts take massive damage, blow up, drop coins that Angels always seem to want, and pass on to the great unknown. Demon weapons, he only experienced what they did to humans once (something you can’t exactly have a repeat experience of), but not to anything like a ghost.

Scanty smirked at the look of worry in his eyes. Exactly what she hoped for. “See, here’s the thing. While you were out cold, I did a little background check on you, Mr. Snotweed, and found that you would indeed have cause for getting your **** on us. Not exactly the most model of employees, so of course, we had to cut you off.”

Scanty sighed and leaned forward a little, giving PJs more of an eyeful of the pleasantly plump crimson bosom he had bestowed her with, a small wub sound as they jiggled a little. It took a minute for him to realize that she had just referred to him by his name while he was alive.

Despite the trouble he was in, he couldn’t help but get annoyed at her tone, treating him like he was still **** labor. He angrily glared into her boobs, letting her know it did annoy him. Scanty clicked her tongue at this, and proceeded her speech as she raised her gun, making an obvious show of loading in a strange glowing purple bullet into the chamber.

“Here’s how this is going to work. As you probably might know, Demon weapons are capable of heavily mutating a ghost. Makes them more…Compliant, but also overloads them to be relatively fragile and not last too long, like overclocking an engine, to put it in a metaphor.” PJs didn’t know, but made a show to roll his eyes, pretending that this was common knowledge, as well as mentally commenting to himself; She seems to love her monologues, doesn’t she?

“However, there are certain ways to actually make a ghost actually follow our instructions without the need of overclocking. A weaker form of the desecration effect. Like the difference between a rubber bullet and a full-metal.” She clicked the revolving chamber back into place with a flick. “This, you miscreant, is a Corpsedust Shot, capable of binding a ghost to the wielder’s whims. Very expensive, I assure you. But what you’ve shown yourself capable of doing…Heh, it may be worth the investment, and glad that we were able to pick your dust out of the furnace~”

PJs now knows what’s going to happen here. They can’t make a deal with him as they can’t trust his ability to not backfire on them, so they’re going for the **** approach, just slug him with a mind control bullet and have whatever they want regardless. Not factoring in any moral quandaries of being afraid of what they’ll do to anyone with the power, but rather afraid for his own wellbeing of being effectively brain-re-dead.

To lose this magnificent gift that he received. He knows somehow the Demons might screw it up and he’ll probably end up being sent to the afterlife, never to actually get the most out his gift from fate. The thought made him sick, and if it weren’t for the ballgag, he was sure his anxiety would make him throw up a hefty amount of ecto.

“So, with that all said, I’m sure you’re eager to get back to work for us once more.” Scanty sighed, standing up as she spun the chamber and cocked the hammer back on her gold and black revolver, “So I won’t keep you waiting.” And clicked the revolving chamber back into place.