#axtolatry

"so i just sign here, and that’s it? you make me rich and famous just like that?” juliana stares at the contract the demon has given her, it’s long and full of fine print, but juliana still chooses to skim it while she mulls over if this really is the best course of action. chewing her bottom lip she picks up a pen and fiddles with it for a moment before moving to put it to paper, hesitating a moment before choosing to sign it with a flourish. as it stands skimming the contract leaves her not fully aware of what it is that she’s actually signed up for. there’s a price to pay, one that she’s not quite clear on and chose to ignore for the sake of having her dreams of fame come true. 

This is FAR from the first time he’s done this to her since leave the truck stop. Far from the first time that he’s pushed her into the exact position he’s wanted her in and taken exactly what he wanted FROM her. Yet she was still surprised every time. Was it because he apologized after each round and promised it was the LAST? Had she really believed him. Perhaps the first time, but every time following? Was she that naïve? It appeared so. As she GASPED as he thrust into her roughly, the airflow choked her up with his hand around her neck. Tears burned at the edges of her eyes because of the rough pace he set, but his words were CLEAR. He wanted her to say them or else this wouldn’t END as well for her as it would for him. He had been KIND enough up until now on that front, but it appeared as though his mood had shifted should she not listen to his every word. So after a moment of thrusting, Jess’ tight body slowly became USED to the intrusion and allowed her to speak weakly against his hand. ❝T..thank you. Thank you, THANK YOU!❞

plot : in source code​

“I know, I know. Sorry.” Rowan sighed as he came back into the room, nursing his hand. The closer he got back to Casper, the less it hurt. As aggravating as it was to remain in proximity to a complete stranger, he’d rather that then hurt himself or the individual he was tied to. His hand seemed to be the connection point, where he’d touched him when he ran into him at the hospital. It was strange magic but he at least knew it was magic. “I had to test to see how far. Looks like we have to share the room.” It seemed that ten feet was pushing it. “This is ridiculous. What’s going on?!”

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The hour was LATE, but Cynthia didn’t feel an ounce of lag in her systems for she was fully charged. Sitting at the workshop of her owner, the synthetic blonde watched with simulated interest as the man toiled away on his computer. A single wire ran from the device to a port NORMALLY hidden away beneath SOFT skin. Light eyes scanned the side of his FACE as he worked and after a moment, she felt her system refresh itself - it seemed as though he had fixed the problem they had FACED. A small smile stretched across her lips and she hummed softly in order to get his attention as GENTLY as possible. ❝The error has been CORRECTED. Sense of SENSATION has been restored.❞