Recapture the Boggart while paying Cleo

He watched her for a long moment, his chest heaving, a look of profound satisfaction on his face. He had pushed her, broken her, and remade her into something new, something that thrilled him.

He walked over to the corner where the creature had dissipated, a small, ornate box in his hand. He murmured an incantation under his breath, and the air shimmered, coalescing back into the small, dark form of the boggart before it was sucked back into its prison with a soft click.

He didn't look at her as he dressed, his movements efficient, detached. He was a man who had gotten what he wanted, and now the transaction was complete.

He pulled a small, leather pouch from his robes and tossed it onto the bed beside her. It landed with a soft chink of coins, a sound that was both mundane and deeply humiliating.

"A pleasure doing business with you, Cleo," he said, his voice devoid of the earlier passion, now cold and professional. "Erza has found himself a true asset. I will be back. Maybe we'll have to find you a new fear. Ay." He gave her one last, lingering look, a look of ownership, before he turned and walked out of the room, the heavy door clicking shut behind him.

Cleo lay there, a mess of sweat, semen, and lingering cold. The money on the bed felt like a brand, a physical manifestation of her new reality. She was a thing to be used, a commodity to be bought and sold.

The orgasms had been real, a brutal fact that her body could no longer deny, but they had left her feeling more hollow than ever before. The cold was gone, but it had left a permanent frost on her soul.

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