Positive my life should have ended in terrible agony and wondering why it hadn't, I opened my eyes.
The Hero stood opposite me, holding a softly glowing violet crystal that fit easily in his palm. Without fully understanding how, I immediately recognized it as my mana. Outside of me. I stared at it in disbelief. What had he done to me?
"There we go." he said, tucking the mana crystal away somewhere on his person. He turned his eyes back to mine and I once again felt the spears of terror touch my heart. "Now for you." He leaned in and licked one of my tears from my cheek, one of his hands groping at my breast. It was disgusting and humiliating.
But then suddenly I could move again. I nearly fell into a heap as it happened, but I caught myself on a table. "What— What did you do to me?" I screamed, but my voice came out soft, little more than conversational. Somehow he had dampened the sound I could make with my voice. My heart raced faster.
"You know, I've been trying to make that work since I got here. None of my magic really works here at all. Seems to only work on you, for some reason. Our essence must have gotten tangled in the summoning. Still, one is better than none. We're going to have a lot of fun." he grinned at me and I backed away like a rabbit from a wolf.
"Tell me what you did to me, you monster. How do I live? What is this... stuff I feel inside of me? It's disgusting." I took another retreating step, having to steady myself on the table's edge to keep from falling.
"In short, it's me. I gave you some of my essence—I believe you call it mana here—in exchange for all of yours. Per the laws that govern magic, it's a fair exchange. And without your mana to work the same trade, you're stuck this way until I swap back, so try to make nice."
I wanted to vomit. My very soul was unsettled to be in contact with his mana. "You... you **** me!" I put a hand to my mouth, actually worried I would vomit.
"In a manner of speaking, yes, I suppose you could say that I did." He grinned. He actually grinned! "Now be a good girl and turn around, bend over that table for me."
"You're sick, I'm not going to—" But then I did. To my pure horror, I turned around and bent myself over the table, feeling the edge of it nestle comfortably against my hips. I wanted to turn back to face him but my body wouldn't obey me. I was helpless. "No... please..."
"Oh good, and here I was thinking I was going to have to convince you to beg for me. It's so much better when they beg all on their own." He lifted my dress over my hips and laid it carefully across my lower back, baring my flesh to him. I could do nothing, not even brace myself as his fingers touched my most intimate places. No one had touched me there, not ever.
"No, gods no, please." I whined, tears running down my face as I heard him working with his pants laces. "Please, let me go, I'll do anything you ask."
"That's the whole point. What are you, stupid?" he laughed, and I felt the touch of something new, thick and hot touching my soft flesh.
"Please...." my cry was barely a whisper.
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