Now think only of me.

Michael left Doctor Horror behind, still catching his breath, and walked to the adjacent cell. The air there was different; heavy with an instability that would make any ordinary man hesitate. On the other side of the bars, seated on a concrete bench with feline elegance, was Jessica Dent, Two-Face.

The duality in her face manifested in a disturbingly beautiful female body. She wore a silk suit that hugged her curves, but the garment was open, revealing pale skin that contrasted with the blood-red of her lipstick.

She twirled the silver coin between her fingers, the metallic sound echoing in the silence.

"Who are you?" her voice oscillated between sweetness and brutality. "Have you come to offer me freedom or torture?"

Michael didn't answer. He simply walked through the cell wall, as if matter were merely a suggestion. He stopped before her, his eyes sweeping over the woman's complex figure. He felt no pity; he felt the urge to use them for his own pleasure.

"I came to offer you both, Jessica. Depending on which side the coin lands on."

Jessica smiled, the deformed half of her face creating a grotesque and fascinating expression. She tossed the coin into the air. The metal gleamed under the fluorescent light.

"Heads: I kill you. Tails: I let you touch me," she declared, her voice laden with defiance.

The coin landed in her palm. Tails.

Michael didn't wait for her to process the victory. He grabbed her by the collar of her suit and threw her against the cell wall with a force that drew a surprised gasp from her lips. He pinned her against the concrete, their bodies colliding violently.

Jessica tried to laugh, but the laughter died as Michael mentally wrote the new rule for that space: *The confusion in Jessica Dent's mind now fades and is replaced by an obsession with me.*

The impact was devastating. The internal conflict that tormented Jessica Dent's mind—the constant struggle between order and chaos—silenced instantly. For the first time in years, she didn't feel the need to decide. She only felt the need to be possessed.

Michael ripped her silk suit with a single tug, exposing her firm breasts that rose and fell in agony. He attacked her mouth with a kiss that was less a caress and more a conquest, tasting iron and lust. Jessica wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back, pulling him so that there wasn't an inch of space between them.

"Finally..." she said, her voice now steady, free from the tremor of madness. "Someone who isn't afraid of me."

Michael turned her around, forcing her to lean against the cold wall, exposing the perfect curve of her hips. He penetrated her with a brutal, deep thrust, feeling the muscular resistance of a woman who had fought against everything and everyone, but who now crumbled under his command.

She let out a cry that mixed pain and ecstasy. She banged her head against the wall, her eyes rolling back as Michael dictated the rhythm. He wasn't gentle; he was absolute. Every movement was calculated to push her to the brink of sanity. He felt her skin, the mixture of softness and scars, and used it to fuel his own intensity.

The silver coin, forgotten on the floor, began to spin on its own, moved by the erotic energy emanating from the couple.

"You are... my new destiny," Jessica moaned, her voice broken, as her muscles contracted violently around him.

Michael quickened his pace, transforming the cell into an epicenter of friction and sweat. He felt her climax approaching—a wave of liberation that swept away all the anguish of her life. The moment she collapsed in a cathartic orgasm, Michael filled her completely, sealing Two-Face's submission with the mark of his divinity.

He let go of her, letting her slide down the wall to the floor, her breathing ragged and her gaze unfocused. Jessica glanced at the coin on the ground and, with a smile of total surrender, kicked it away as she pressed her breasts against Michael’s groin.

She didn't need luck anymore. She had Michael.

(images created by Lawless)