#dark!dc

            “What do you want from me?” I growled, my chest heaving, wanting nothing more than to pounce, to take what she had kept from me.

            “Same thing as you.” She replied, her voice smooth as velvet.

            Then, she closed the distance, her steps easy & languid.

            Just as she was standing before me, her finger placed gently under my chin, she forced me to look down at her.

            “Kneel.”

            My eyes narrowed, a heat blooming within my chest. I should take her, right now, against her will, my rules be damned.

            “Kneel.” She repeated. I faltered under her stare.

            It had been months since you disappeared from the center of attention amongst Metropolis’ elite. After what Clark did to Andrew, you knew you had power over him. Knew that you could push him to lengths he never knew possible, all because you refused to give him what he wanted. You belonged to no one. You would never belong to him, at least not in the way he would want.

            That night, you never returned to your apartment. You tossed your phone into the pond behind Nicola’s mansion & disappeared into the woods. After some time, & forcing yourself to dress down & stay at a hostel at the edge of the city. No one there recognized you, why would they? They were from different walks of life, far away from the path you walked.

            You contacted your family’s P.I. Told some sweet little lies, got him to find you a secret hideout. Once he had, you changed your appearance: cut your hair, dyed it, never wore make-up, stole some clothing from the lost & found. The woman you saw when you looked in the mirror was everything you weren’t. He would never be able to find you.

            Your P.I. took your request into consideration when he found your hole to crawl into. It was where Clark would never think to look. Right under his nose.

            The building was new but didn’t have many tenants yet. You were on the floor directly across the alleyway from Clark’s condo. The lights were always off in your unit & the only furniture you had was a sleeping bag on the floor, a chair propped up near the windows, a coffee pot, & a set of binoculars.

            Clark never drew the shades to his apartment, which you thought was foolish on his part. He lived in the city, he should know better than anyone how nosy people could be. But still, you never missed a night. You sat in the dark, far enough out of the light that should he have a gut feeling he was being watched, he would never spot you.

            For weeks you watched him come undone. He wouldn’t leave his apartment, spending most of his time in his office. You knew he was searching for you. Desperately. But he wouldn’t find you. Your friends didn’t know where you were, nor your family. You emptied your accounts & entrusted your funds into the hands of your P.I. He was the one that had food delivered to your hiding place. And he would die before he ever squealed. Yet, Clark never found him either.

            But as the weeks turned into months, you were disappointed in Clark. He had brought Jane to his apartment. You watched as he tamed, all too easily, you might add. She was no challenge. She listened to him, jumped when he entered the room, cried silently to herself when he left her alone, then pretended to be tough when he forced her into his bed. But as you watched them tangle through the lenses of your binoculars, you saw it in his face, the frustration, the anger, the face of a loser.

            He had lost, indeed. Jane wasn’t you. Jane could never be you. You doubted she knew that it was you he imagined underneath him & you wish you could rub it in her face that she was coming second to you again, as always. But that would mean revealing yourself. And you would not be doing that until he was ready.

            But then one day, something interesting happened.

            You were lying on your sleeping bag facing Clark’s building, thinking about nothing & everything all at once. Clark had left only thirty minutes prior, perhaps to get some groceries or do some more investigating around the city, seeking you out. You wished you could leave, follow him chasing your ghost, but leaving meant great risk. Clark wasn’t without his own means of finding you out. You couldn’t give him a lick of a chance.

            But as you lied there, your mind aimless, you caught movement in the corner of your eye. Jane was moving around the apartment. She had been in the kitchen, deep cleaning it like she did every day. But something stole her attention, & you sat up, watching with narrowed eyes as she moved towards the door to peek out the peep-hole. You watched as she contemplated opening it. And when she did, you didn’t expect to see the uninvited guests on the other side.

            There your friends were, all three of them, your cousin included. They were stunned when they saw Jane on the other side. You saw the looks on their faces as you pressed the binoculars to your face. Ariana was confused, Olivia shocked, & Nicola angry. You sighed. Did they really expect to find you there? You supposed you couldn’t blame them, at least they were looking for you, too.

            Words were being exchanged & now, more than ever, you wish you had the power to have planted mics in his apartment, but that would surely get you caught as well. Jane & your friends spoke but they didn’t get far when suddenly all of their attention moved to something out of your line of sight. You squeezed the binoculars, your breath catching. It was Clark. You couldn’t see him, but you felt him.

            The way your friends stance changed, how Jane hid behind the door, only peeking out. He was there. But then Jane closed the door, bringing her nails to her teeth as she paced nearby. What were they saying? You felt left out. It infuriated you, but you had done it to yourself.

            After a minute or so, the door to the condo finally opened & Clark entered before he slammed it shut. You watched as Jane backed up, finding herself bracing against the island in the kitchen. Clark stood there, his hands on his hips as he glared at the ground. Jane & you both watched with stiff muscles as he said nothing, did nothing. Then Jane took a tentative step forward. When she nearly reached him, her hand about to touch him, Clark lashed out.

            He backhanded her, sending her flying to the floor.

            You felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips.

            Then Clark left her there to stomp into his bedroom. You bit your lip in anticipation as he gathered random items that looked like they belonged to Jane before stuffing them into a Gucci overnight bag. He was moving fast, uncoordinated as he stumbled over fallen items or caught the corners of furniture. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment before returning to living room where Jane had moved to rest on her knees, her head hung low.

            He dropped the bag before her before pointing at the door, his chest heaving. Jane didn’t move. When she remained kneeled, he fisted the hair at the back of her head & forced her to stand before shoving her towards the door. She was sobbing but didn’t fight back. He unlatched the door & pushed her out before slamming it shut.

            Your heart was racing, elated, amused.

            Clark lost it. He started with punching a hole into a nearby wall before moving to the finely cleaned kitchen Jane had just finished. He threw vases onto the ground, shattering them, tore down artwork from the walls, overturned furniture, threw random items at the walls then finally entered his office.

            He took out all the folders you had found before. He tore them to pieces, swiped every book off a shelf, even lifted his computer & slammed it to the ground.

            You laughed, practically giggled & kicked your feet in delight.

            Then you watched as he sat in his computer chair, loose spit coating his lips, his thick-framed glasses hanging off his face. He glared out the window. His hands were on his thighs in fists, the veins there popping. He cracked his neck, his eyes closing as he appeared to calm down.

            He then retrieved his cell phone from his jeans pocket. He was on it a moment before bringing it to his ear. It was barely there a second before he yelled, throwing it with might against the window. It shattered into pieces.

            You had won. Right there, in that moment, you had won. Had him right where you wanted him. And more importantly, it was all recorded.

            You eyed the video camera in the corner you had aimed at his apartment. Now, you had the proof of his indiscretions. All of it. Everything he had ever done to Jane, & most importantly, his reaction to losing. He wouldn’t like that very much, not even a little. Dropping the binoculars, you approached the camera & hit the ‘stop’ button. Then you pulled out the SD card.

            Going into the kitchen, you pulled out a small pre-paid cell phone & dialed your P.I.

            He answered on the third ring.

            “It’s ready.” You told him.

            You finished applying the lipstick, pressing your lips together to test the durability. Then you backed up to admire your outfit. You were the boss now, you were in charge. You. Had. Won.

            Back in the living room, you already had your sleeping bag rolled up & placed in the corner. All that remained was the single chair & the video camera pointed at Clark’s apartment. You kept the lights off & sat down. A glass of non-alcoholic wine was placed at your heels & you reached for it, savoring a taste.

            Should everything go according to your plan, Clark would be arriving at your doorstep within only a few moments. You smirked to yourself at the thought, at how easy he was to influence. You had your P.I. begin leaving breadcrumbs for your whereabouts. Clark wouldn’t be able to resist. He wouldn’t be careful or detail-oriented. He was determined to find you, to have you again & again & again.

            The wine coated your tongue, leaving a sweet yet heavy flavor. As you sipped on it more, you heard something just outside the door to the apartment. Clark.

            You saw his shadow under the crack of the door, heard as he worked his magic in unlocking the door with whatever tools he had on him. Then, the door creaked open. It was dark, middle of the night, so he was hard to make out, but you would be harder with the shades drawn.

            As your eyes adjusted, you watched as he stepped around the corner, dressed in all black & a cap on his head to hide his face. You noted he wore gloves, as well.

            What do you think you’re doing, Clark? You questioned internally, Gonna catch me off guard? I don’t think so.

            Clark stepped into the small kitchen just off the main hallway. His footsteps were light, surprising for a man of his size. But you enjoyed watching him appear sneaky. Because he didn’t know, didn’t know that you sat there in the dark watching him, waiting for him, guiding him, leading him right into your trap.

            He cast a glance in your direction but didn’t notice you against the pitch dark backdrop before he moved down the hallway towards the only bedroom in the unit, out of sight. As he did, you grabbed a remote that lied on the other side of your feet. You aimed it above you before pressing ‘play’.

            The wall to your right lit up from a projector you had set up on a nightstand to your left. Your silhouette cast a shadow against the video being played.

            Clark, having heard the noise, came stomping out. His eyes immediately fell to the wall where he watched himself tame Jane in his own condo for all eyes to see. But then you felt as his eyes landed on you. As the two of you stared at one another, you smiled at him.

            “Home films were always my favorite.” You commented.

            He took an angry step forward but you clicked your tongue in disappointment, “Careful, Clark. There’s more where that came from.”

            His face contorted into a sneer as his eyes fell from you to the video on the wall. There were more like the first one that played, but the only one that mattered was the last one. The one where he hits Jane unprompted before tearing his own place to pieces.

            “Hardly in control here, wouldn’t you say?” You teased before standing up.

            “You’ve been watching me the whole time.” He observed.

            “What?” You feigned innocence, “I thought you’d enjoy that. But I guess it’s not as fun being on the other end of it, is it.”

            When he made to more towards you again, you held up a single finger, “Careful. Anything happens to me & these get released to the public. Poor Clark Kent, award-winning reporter, revealed to be an abusing, sociopathic headcase. The whole city will be watching you. No more hiding in the shadows.”

            You gazed at the wall as the video replayed, admiring your work.

            “For someone who appears to always be in control, you certainly lost it, haven’t you?”

            Clark’s eyes darkened as he glared at you from only a few feet away.

            “You wanted me to find you.”

            You chuckled lightly at that, cocking your head playfully, “Oh, Clark, you didn’t think you were the only one good at hiding, did you? Awh, you did.”

            “What do you want?” He seethed.

            “You know what.”

            The skin around his nose crinkled in distaste, “I already killed someone for you.”

            “No.” Your voice flattened, “You killed someone for you. And poor Andrew, he did nothing. Just had a little crush, that’s all. But Clark Kent, big of a man as you are, couldn’t handle the competition.”

            “He was hardly competition. You were always mine.”

            “But worthy enough as a threat for you to go & throw him off a roof. I’d say that’s competition enough, & Clark Kent doesn’t like losing. But how do you think you’re fairing now?”

            You eyed him, a smug smirk on your lips as you took a single step towards him, “From where I’m standing, I’d say you lost.”

            “Not yet.” He began marching towards you but then you clicked another button on your remote & Clark’s voice began to play over the video being shown.

            “I already killed someone for you.” His voice sounded over & over again.

            “Now not only an unhinged socio, but also a murderer. Your soon to be former employers are going to have a difficult time reporting the details surrounding one of their own, don’t you think? Stock prices will lower, all of your work will be discredited, your court appearances will cause a circus, let’s not even get started on how adjusting to prison life will be. And all those women…” You paused, “How many do you think will stay silent?”

            Clark’s chest heaved, knowing his confession had been caught & recorded. His eyes never left your own as he began circling you. But you didn’t follow his movements, sensing him as he walked around the small space. You kept your arms behind you, your hands holding one another, totally at ease, totally in control until Clark appeared before you again. When your eyes met for a second time, he asked with the voice of someone who was on the verge of losing all control.

            “What do you want from me?”

            You smiled gently, your voice calm & even, “Same thing as you.”

            Then, you took a few cool & easy steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. Standing just before him, you reached up & gently grasped his chin in your hand, angling his head down, forcing him to look at you.

            “Kneel.”

            You watched as his eyes lit up, fury burning hot behind them. But you would not be deterred. He had nothing to fight you with & he knew it. His physical capabilities didn’t matter. You had him by the balls & your grip was squeezing.

            “Kneel.” You repeated, your voice hard.

            For the first time since you knew Clark Kent, you saw it in his eyes. The same thing he saw every single time a woman kneeled before him, the only thing he never saw in you: submission.

            “You’re not in control, Clark.” You whispered, brushing your lips against his. You felt him shudder.

            “Let go.” You told him, peering into his eyes, “And I’ll be yours.”

            You dropped your hand from his chin, warning him with a look in your eyes that the offer wouldn’t stand for long. You enjoyed seeing him in turmoil, torn between what to do, but you knew the only other option landed him on the front page & a never-ending expose on his life.

            Sighing, you took a single step back but just as you did, you felt his giant, warm hand grip yours.

            You let your eyes fall with him as he lowered himself until finally both of his knees were on the ground.

            Clark peered up at you. Anger, confusion, loss, & a pinch of something dangerous glinting in his eyes.

            You ran your fingers through his hair before sliding your hand down to cup his cheek. And he, surprisingly, leaned into it.

            Triumph & elation bloomed in your chest. A winning grin threatened to split your face in two. But for once, you would not boast. There was no need to. You both knew.

            You had won

ONE YEAR LATER

            It was quiet in the apartment. The windows that overlooked the city did well in blocking out the Metropolis noise. You stood at the window dressed in one of your favorite lingerie sets & matching robe. It had been a long day. Your muscles ached from the gym & the spa session afterwards didn’t lessen the discomfort. You needed something else, & only one thing could loosen you up.

            But as you stared out the window, admiring the cityscape, you heard a clatter sound from the living room. You glanced over your shoulder, frowning.

            You tip-toed towards the living room, poking your head out. Only one lamp was lit & you spotted a picture frame that had fallen from the mantle above the fireplace. You sighed annoyingly.

            It had to of been the cat. The cat you regretted getting. But it was lonely oftentimes & you never had anyone over. The cat kept you company but was a bitch herself. Something the two of you had in common but couldn’t seem to bond over.

            “Fucking cat.” You hissed, approaching the picture frame on the ground.

            As you bent to pick it up, you cut yourself on a piece of glass. You winced slightly, immediately bringing your thumb to your lip, sucking the blood there. Standing up, you were just about to return the picture to it’s place, not wanting to bother with fixing it, when a gloved hand covered your mouth & a firm arm secured itself around your waist.

            You screamed into the hand but it was muffled. You began to kick out but the unknown assailant dragged you backwards. You tried reaching up & behind you to hit at the intruder but they were too tall, too strong. Tears spilled from you as the figure pulled you backwards towards the bedroom.

            “No!” You tried shouting but it was snuffed.

            The assailant continued forcing you towards your bedroom but you reached out for anything & everything to keep yourself from the room, knocking over more objects in the process. But your ability was nothing compared to the dangerous shadow holding you.

            With a short-lived whimper, you felt your body getting flung onto the bed. You barely had a chance to attempt moving onto your back when the figure pressed you face down into the mattress. Your limbs swung out erratically, never hitting your target, allowing them to tear the silk robe from your body before clawing at the fabric of your underwear.

            “Please, don’t!” You cried out but the intruder fisted a handful of your hair in their fist, shoving your face further into the pillows.

            The clinking of a belt filled the corners of the room & you felt your body go cold. It was happening. There was no stopping it. And before you knew it, it begun.

            The penetration was hard, filled with a burning sensation followed by the quiet groans of the man who dared enter your home & turn it into a hellhole. You gasped, your fingers tangling in the sheets, desperate for release as they gripped your hips & pounded harder. There was no escaping this, no outrunning it, no crying out for help. You were at the hands of a madman.

            But then you felt a set of fingers reach under you & begin rubbing the bundle of nerves & goosebumps erupted over your body.

            A regretful moan parted your lips, more tears coated the pillows as your body responded to the ministrations. Without your choosing, your hips began to buck, meeting the thrusts with your own need for pleasure mixed with the ungodly pain. A sigh left you as you felt your muscles tightening around the thick cock fucking you mercilessly.

            The shadow yanked your head backwards, their lips at your ear as they grunted, their breath fanning the side of your face. You tried to fight against the growing knot in the lowest part of your abdomen but the feeling was too good, too hot, too much. You bit you lip to keep yourself from sharing with the man assaulting you that you were regretfully beginning to enjoy what he was doing to you.

            But he knew. You knew he knew. His hips slammed into your harshly & the pain sparked the rocket that would send you soaring. You felt your thighs shake & your walls shudder as you came undone, milking the cock as you soaked it in your juices. The man roared, slamming your head back into the mattress as his hips jutted forward, chasing his own orgasm. You felt as his cum coated your insides before spilling out around him, dripping into your inner thighs.

            You felt used, dirtied, & tired all at once.

            Then the man dropped you before rolling over onto his back beside you, a single hand cupping one of your buttcheeks in his large palm as he fondled the meat there.

            You remained where you lied, catching your breath & gathering your strength before you finally lifted your head & turned towards him.

            Clark lied there, his chest coated in a light sheen of sweat as he caught his own breath. You narrowed your eyes at him, willing him to look at you, & once he did, he smirked.

            “How was that?” He asked, his voice hoarse from the loud orgasm he had just endured.

            “Better.” You replied, “The gloves were a nice touch.”

            He smirked at that before moving off the bed to gather his discarded pants. You turned over to sit up, watching him with delight.

            But then he made a snide comment, angering you.

            “Those self-defense classes at the gym aren’t doing you much. You didn’t hit me once.” He buckled his pants before facing you, eyeing you playfully.

            You moved onto your knees & crawled towards him. He leant down, his face close to yours, “You’re still weak.”

            Before he had a chance to catch your arm, you swiped a quick fist across his face. He backed up, holding his jaw in his hand. You smirked yourself.

            But then he swiped back, backhanding you across the face.

            A soft gasp parted your lips & you tasted copper on your tongue. He had split your lip open. Again.

            You made to move off the bed, to show him just how well your skills had improved but before you could he caught you by the throat.

            “Don’t—” But your words were cut short as he pressed his lips to yours.

            You leaned into the kiss, biting his lip harshly as you wrapped your arms around his neck & pressed yourself closer to him. Clark growled into the heated kiss, swiping his tongue over your lips as you shared a bloody kiss.

            Then he shoved you backwards as you fell ungracefully atop the bed.

            “Fight harder next time.”

            “Fuck me harder & I will.” You countered.

            Clark bit his lip, shaking his head, “I’ll tame that mouth one day.”

            “Don’t hold your breath.” You responded before sliding off the bed.

            You followed Clark into the rest of the apartment as he entered the kitchen. You moved to sit at the island & watched as he peered into the fridge, “I thought you went to get groceries.”

            “No.” You peered at your nails, noting a chipped one, “I ordered them. Obviously, they haven’t arrived.”

            He slammed the fridge shut at that but nodded, “So, what’s for dinner?”

            You smiled at that.

            A year, the two of you had been together. Together together. Much to the dismay of your friends. Those friendships didn’t last much longer. They didn’t understand, couldn’t. But you didn’t need them, you never did. All you needed was a monster who enjoyed your own. And he was standing right there in the kitchen you ate in together within the apartment that you both had in your names.

            And it was all without a contract, without rules & boundaries. There was no other woman for Clark, & no other man for you. You two were meant to live in the dark world you both craved. You had tamed Clark Kent & made him yours.

            And that was how you lived now, how you always would. With him, with his monster, & with yours.

AND IT IS OVER! it took me a long time to finish this series but i am so happy i committed to finishing it. this is one my proudest works on here & i hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it.

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that was when Hal finally dug his knees into the dirt, hauling your body down with him, slowly laying you down. your figure is mostly on its side, though turned at your midriff so he can look at your face, with both of your shoulders against the hard ground. “You still look just like an angel when you’re sleeping.” he muttered, tracing your lips with his fingertips. his breath caught in his throat, staring at them. they weren’t nearly swollen enough, like they used to be when he’d kiss you hard. even towards the end, when he started to turn and you’d begun to resist him, he still always left your tiers pouty. 

“It’s been so long,” he breathes out, cradling your face in one hand as he leans over you to kiss you again. he simply couldn’t stop. “So long since you were soft and obedient like this. I missed it.” 

as Hal started to lose his way, you’d began to try and distance yourself from him. you knew that he was changing, and you knew that it was into nothing but darkness. but you didn’t know how to help him or how to stop it; you’d hoped the other members of the Justice League would, but he wouldn’t talk to any of them. he only wanted you. you’d even tried once to tell him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore, but he hadn’t taken the news well, slapping a construct collar around your neck to emphasize how you were bound to him, whether you wanted to be or not. 

he’d scared you. 

and now, here he was. a yellow lantern. the pinnacle of fear. wielding it like a ferocious, flaming weapon. 

“But you’ll be a good girl for me now… won’t you?” from your lips down to your neck, his open mouth attacks you in needy kisses, bites, and sucking. he knew every portion of your body, what areas he could kiss to make you swoon, he only wished he could hear it now— the soft whisper of his name when he flustered you. he was thinking about all the times you’d said his name, and he couldn’t help the moan that vibrates against your throat. “You have to.” 

Hal had forgotten just how addicted to you that he was since his time in the Sinestro Corps. he’d been focused on his duties as a Yellow Lantern, and Sinestro didn’t allow too much time for his second in command’s mind to wander. he had, however, granted Hal the permission to take you by force. but only when the time was right. luckily, for Hal at least, you’d shown up, in search of him and hopeful to pull him from Sinestro’s side. you’d fallen right into his lap; he always knew it was meant to be. 

“God, I missed you…” he was babbling, both of his hands prying at your top, unzipping it as he wrenches it back to expose your bare breasts. his mouth wasn’t far behind, taking one inside, he sucked on your nipple and groaned to himself. he had a thick, hard erection rubbing against the backs of your thighs that needed to be tended to. he wanted you to be awake, to moan for him to fuck you like you used to, but right now, he would have to make due with what he had. your suit’s zipper catches at your waist, and Hal’s hands and mouth are much too occupied with squeezing and kissing your breasts  to continue undressing you, so the topaz flare of his power oozes out from his ring to create another set of hands, a pair that finishes the task of pulling your clothes off until you’re completely nude on your side underneath him. then, his power dissipates. he could’ve, just as easily, used it to position you how he wanted to take you, but he couldn’t keep his focus long enough. “Fuck, I need you, baby. I need you right now.” his hands were already working, one between your legs, priming your sex to life, and the other to get his cock free from his suit. 

his fingers delve into you, prodding along your canal. regardless of your unconscious state, your walls flutter about his fingers as if welcoming him home, and he closes his eyes, biting down on his lip. “You missed me too, I can feel it. So wet already…” he croons, probing deeper, “Don’t you worry, baby, daddy’s home, and he’s never letting you leave his sight again.” his other hand was pumping his recently liberated prick, mighty and jabbing upwards towards his belly, and when he retrieved his fingers from inside you, he marveled at the webs of slick that clung to them, coating his member in your shine. he shudders, giving the swollen tip a final squeeze, running his thumb against the sensitive slit. he’d been left to please himself for too long, his own touch could no longer electrify him, not like he knew your cunt, inches from him, could. 

“You might hate me for this at first.” he mutters, grasping your thigh with one hand, pushing it upwards so your knee bent more, grazing your belly, to reveal your treasure to him. the other directed his tool to it, splitting your netherlips without so much as a moment’s hesitation. usually, he would tease you, rub the head of his cock along your folds, but that had always been to watch you squirm and mewl and beg for him to stop teasing. all he really wanted was to dive into you, as deep and hard as he could. bury himself there. so, this time, he does. he plunges in deep, and bottoms out hard. “It’s gonna hurt when you wake up,” but he doesn’t stop, he can’t. your walls spasm and struggle to stretch around his forceful girth, but he grabs your leg with both, massive hands and jerks your body back to ram into it. “A lot.” he’s already panting, pounding you so violently that your entire body ripples against his thrusting, your head dragging along the ground. you make a little sound, as if you might come around soon, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. 

“But, just give it time, baby girl. You’ll start to like the pain.” 

his moans turn to growls, fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thigh, bruising the delicate skin as he drills himself home, past your sweet spots, to batter the entry of your cervix with relentless and cruel bucking, over and over again. “Fuck, you feel good,” one hand trails up to grab your face and turn it back towards him; he wished you’d open your eyes so he could see the shock on your face when he bumped against your cervix. you didn’t, and he squeezes your cheeks, hollowing them. he may have done it out of frustration, that he can’t hear you whimper for him, or maybe it was just pent up anger at you for pushing him away. “Too good…” 

“‘S too tight! Too warm!” 

he was already close. 

“You’re gonna make me cum right now, baby girl.” it was uttered in bemusement, amazed that he wasn’t the marathoner he used to be. the two of you would go round after round of lovemaking until neither of you could move an inch, and you were holding on to him for dear life. but he wasn’t making love to you, not like he used to. 

Hal was fucking you. brutally. primally. 

“I wanna give it to you so bad, wanna fi— fill you up so fuckin’ full!” his breathing ragged, he pats your cheek as he lays your face back down against the dirt on the ground and allows his fingers to roam; they hesitate for a moment near your throat. he throbs with delight at the thought of wrapping his fist around it, but he wanted you to be awake for that. he wanted to hear the sounds you made when he held you down and choked you; he’d be sure to play with your sensitive clit at the same time, so he could show you how to cum while he hurt you.

 instead, he presses his palm against your chest, smashing your breast in the process, to keep you pinned in place for him to rut like a beast. “Close,” he grunts, his jaw drawn taut. “So— so close… take it for me, baby, take it!” 

he hadn’t given you a choice. 

with a string of desperate grunts and snorts, Hal buried himself in your belly as he came, hunching over to kiss your slack mouth, moaning your name over and over as he starts to come down. you were whimpering in your sleep state, probably on the cusp of waking up— no doubt the discomfort following such a rough romp would seep into your subconscious and draw you out of it. but the sounds you made only made it that much harder for him to want to pull out of you. 

he does so, albeit begrudgingly, telling himself that there would be plenty more opportunity to have you how he needed. besides, he was spent after violating you in all the ways he’d dreamt of, without your voice to cry for him to stop. dilated eyes trailing along your body, he could already see the sections of flesh that would be littered with darker bruising in the coming days, and the way his cum leaked from your quivering sex was almost too sordid for him to bear without shoving himself inside you again. 

tucking himself away, back into his golden uniform, he’s busy with those construct hands, reaching for your suit to dress you again. 

“Leave it,” it was Sinestro’s voice, and it was then that Hal realized his superior was leaning against an outcropped rock nearby. “Wouldn’t want her thinking she’s still a superhero, now would we?” 

Hal frowned, looking from him to your naked body. “She doesn’t have anything else to wear.” he muttered; it was a moment of the true Hal shining through the power of the wicked ring on his finger. 

“And if she’s a good girl for you, you’ll gift her with clothes.” Sinestro floats closer, the tips of his toes barely treading the dirt before he claps a hand on Hal’s shoulder, as if reminding him who he was now. “She has to earn the right to wear them. By pleasing her master. If you give a pet too much freedom, it’s only a matter of time before they run away, right?” 

“Right.” Hal muttered, his features hardening again. the constructs melt into an altogether, different shape. an oversized box, one that resembled the way a Barbie might be packaged. it envelops you, golden twist ties wrapping around your wrists and ankles and locking you in place, a transparent sheet of construct sliding into place to lock you in the box. “I can’t give her too much freedom. Or she’ll try to run away from me.” 

“You know the way to control her, don’t you, Hal Jordan?” 

“… With fear.” 

“Very good.” Sinestro hums, admiring the craftsmanship of his favored soldier, and gives his shoulder a firm pat. “If the Justice League comes for her, we’ll let her watch our army cut them down. But for now, take the time and enjoy her.” 

your eyelids flutter, groaning as you start to come around. your head is throbbing, and you feel like you’ve been donkey kicked in the gut. not to mention the sickening feeling of something all too familiar oozing out of you. your head rolls around against your shoulders as you squint. “H—Hal? What did you—“ you jerk your arms, but the power holds them in place at your sides, posing you like a doll on the shelf. “What did you do?!” 

but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, when you look down to realize you’re naked and sore. 

“Hal… oh, god, Hal…” 

Sinestro is watching with his arms folded over his chest, and when you catch sight of him, you grimace with disgust. “Take back your fucking ring and this monster you created. Give me my Hal back!” squirming in your golden cell, you scream it at the top of your lungs. 

Sinestro chuckles, shaking his head. “‘Your Hal’? Oh, love, this is your Hal. He can take the ring off any time he wants to. The problem is, that he just would rather have the power that it can give him. I’m the only one that will sanction his desire to own you.” 

Hal gets to his feet, and takes a few, slow steps up to the box you’re trapped in, pressing his hand against it. he doesn’t seem to be listening to the banter, nor does he care. because he’s staring at you, fondly, as if admiring a piece of art. 

“Hal… please…” 

Once in the house Martha turned and said for you to both wait a moment she gushed that she'd been excitedly getting the room ready but the dress was still in its bag and she wanted to get it out and have it hanging up displayed so you could see it as you walked in. You made to argue saying it didn't matter but Kal gave a quick sharp tug cutting you off. He didn't want you to ruin his mothers fun, you fell silent and nodded trembling as his grasp got that little bit tighter on you.

"Go ahead Ma I will send her up when your ready" he spoke with a lazy smiled she giggled and darted up the stairs leaving you both alone. You looked to the floor Kal's hand at your waist cupping the soft pudge around the top of your hip smoothing a thumb back and forth. The tension was climbing higher as the silence dragged. You shifted on your feet gulping quietly when his fingertips dug into your body almost clawing. As if fearing you'd try to run once again. You shuddered as your mistake washed over you, that could have very well been it for you. Your life snuffed out just like that... Were you really suicidal? you were starting to think so what other excuse was there? You'd run and screamed at him ranted and said what you truly felt. You thought you'd feel better for it but you didn't.

"I-I'm sorry Kal I didn't mean.... I just....I'm scared it's- your to much for me and I-Please don't hurt me, o-or lock me up please I can try to be better I w-will I don't want to be locked away" he rolled his tongue around behind his teeth and bit his cheek trying to fight off a smirk.  

You were terrified it was the perfect time to sway you, he had no doubt he could get you to agree to anything as you fell to pieces before him, shattering beautifully. He felt a sense of pride as his last threat seemed to get through to you, you could see the truth now, you wasn't going anywhere. You'd stay with him and share his life forever, and he was excited as the fact dawned on you. Your last outburst was the final straw, your last ditch attempt to fight the inevitable. His mind wandered to the possibilities the future that will start today, not only with your new found clarity. The ultimatum he had given you. Behave and take your place beside him as his wife and mate or end up as a broodmare chained to his bed permanently ready and willing to service him as he saw fit! He would have his answer at the alter.  

He had plans big plans.  

Should you agree and say I do and marry him, You will be his wife and bare him his children, you'd be loved and cherished until the end of your days. Even then, even if you obeyed him and wed him without any drama he would still take you away from the city. As much as he had been putting off taking you to the small holding he'd been working on he saw now you needed it, you needed to be in a new environment with him. Somewhere you could stretch a little a mull over your new life and come to terms with it. He was tired of fighting you, the house will be perfect and had chores that you could keep yourself busy with. You'd not escape it- well you would be allowed outside and to roam the land it came with but you wont ever make it back to civilisation it was too far.  

You will see it as a cruel open prison at first but after a few months it will be home and you will settle he was sure of it, once pregnant your bond would ignite and you'd love him back. You'd rely so much on him you wont be able to hate him, he will be your only connection to the outside world. And that's just how it should be, his mate should only concern herself with his home and his children, be that the many toddling around her feet or the ones in her belly. Kal couldn't wait! His wife would remain full of him at all times, either carrying his child or cum. Sometimes both~ You'd never know the feeling of being empty again.

He turned tipping his head down at you and held a straight face, he couldn't help admire the way you cowered so sweetly. Your eyes wide and glassy as if you were about to burst for him. He smirked down at you, chest puffing filling with joy as he seemed to have finally gotten his message across. He had made an impression on his female, after months of waiting and gently coaxing you slowly pressing you into the role of perfect little wife he had done it. You looked like you'd given in, you were going to behave for him properly. He nudged your head sniffing the locks as he pressed insistently, you whined and turned for him letting him stretch out your neck before him with little effort.

You whined closing your eyes terrified as you moved at his will, twisting your head until you couldn't move anymore, he laughed the breath was hot but sent a chill down your spine. He tilted his head and placed his lips on your neck barely grazing the taught skin. You gasped as his fang drew across the skin and froze standing stock still praying he wouldn't bite, that he wont hurt you or puncture your vulnerable skin. He chuckled before licking at the throbbing pulse you had stupidly bared to the hulking predator behind you- the apex predator of this planet, the single strongest and terrifyingly unstable man alien.

He didn't, instead pressed kiss after kiss on your neck and groaned arms holding you to him tightly as he began lapping at your skin. You cringed inside at the sounds as he moved slightly hips rocking into your ass making him grunt and moan into you.  

Your skin crawled and stomach curdled the mere thought of ever bringing any pleasure to this beast made you feel sick to your stomach. He continued humping you grinding away happily as you stood still unsure what to do, all you knew was that stopping him would be a bad idea. He was happy for now and that meant you wasn't being hurt, perhaps this is what you should resign yourself to. Let yourself be used and toyed with until he was satisfied maybe then he'd leave you alone.

You grunted as his suckling got harder and his teeth began dragging over your neck, his head dipped lowering bringing his attention to your collar bone as his hands slipped below your top, hot and heavy on your stomach. You sucked in your tummy, a knee jerk reaction trying to avoid any contact with him.

"oh love you don't have to do that~ its okay, I love your soft tummy~" he groaned into you neck making you wince biting your lip as he laughed softly pressing his palm to your abdomen the other travelled up dragging your top with it. It settled on your chest hand engulfing the soft mound from below lightly squeezing testing the weight of it in his palm and rubbing. He huffed in your ear and pinched lightly at the base of your tit before cupping it completely from underneath, raising it and squeezed running his thumb from the base to tip trying to coax out your nipple wanting to play with the small bud. You hissed and jolted when he squeezed a little too hard and raised your hands holding onto his arm, trying to pry your tit free.

"Ah, sensitive huh? Probably the hormones your so full of them, fertile ready to be fucked... But don't worry love I will remember tonight" he said slowly moving his thumb over a nipple trying to draw the bud out further to greet him.  

"Soo soft and fragile, perfect" he mused still fixated on the boob in his hand toying with it softly. You whined as he did and swallowed again, this time swallowing your pride too. You had to beg, to plead you couldn't help it. His words had terrified you and the way he was acting now? The soft and almost sensual way he was handling you still hid a dark anger.

Like he was almost trying to make up for what he was going to do to you. And you didn't want that, you didn't think you could survive his temper. You had to make it up to him. For your own sanity you had to hear him say the words, to promise not to lock you up for the rest of your days. It was sickening but you had to beg. To plead with him and finally give in to him. You had to obey and become his mate and wife if you wanted a life worth living.

"Pl-please Kal- I'm sor-ry I'm scared- you scare me- Please forgive me- I'll do better I promise I'll be good and do what ever you say don't lock me up, please I beg you don't use me like that- I'll be a wife, a-a mate, mother anything but please-" you began trying to twist around to face him but he grunted softly gripping your breast holding you still as you began weeping, you voice was small and lost frantic and full of fear and regret. Not that he thought you truly regretted your insidious words, but you may have regretted screaming them in his face.  

"Enough y/n....I know it is a shock but you said some very hurtful things back there... Though I suppose it goes along with what I told my mother, you've done me a favour proved me right I should thank you" He tutted and began pinching the breast in his hand resting his chin on your shoulder looking down your top to the hand groping at you. He was fascinated by your breasts, he couldn't wait to see them full. The fleeting image of you feeding his own child from them left a warm feeling in his chest. Followed by a possessive and surprizing thought that he himself would also taste your sustenance. He too would lather your full tits until they dribbled over him. A rush flowed through him at the thought of lapping up the tiny beads your body would offer him. Would you be sweet? Savoury? Either way if the milk was good enough for his children it'd certainly be good enough for him.  

Slowly he was drawn away from the mounds, eye's trailing up to your quivering lips, bitten and swollen... Delicious and tempting, his blues travelled further still, drinking in your terror. It was sweet and pure... He didn't want your fear, he wanted your love and acceptance but your fear made you pliable and controllable. One day you'd love and respect him, you'd understand  you were his mate, and he yours. But until then if fear and spankings whipped you into line and made you a good girl then he would use it. You were difficult, strong willed. It boded well for your children having such a strong mother.

You trembled when his eyes locked with yours ensnaring you in the crystal blues, he was the devil! A magnificent beautiful monster of tempting sharp lines. You hated him, feared him yet found him impeccably handsome especially like this. He was supporting a soft smile what ever was going on in that terrifyingly frantic mind of his had made him happy. You really were drawn to his looks, to the point you even questioned yourself about this... Bond you supposedly had but only once or twice, when you'd had a weak moment. Porcelain skin and the blackest hair you had ever seen, that was your only clue to what really lie beneath. A black soul. A deep dark all consuming back, that fed on light, stealing light and life from around him and taking it for himself.  

"And now you've got it out of your system and had you silly little five minuets throwing an embarrassing tantrum you'll not do it again not now, not at our wedding, not ever. I can fly you off seconds before you even start your shouting... I will warn you Mate Do not test me on this again y/n... We are one and you will learn your place one way or another...I love you" He stood back cupping your face spinning you to face him his hand slowly slipping from your chest settling on your hip. You heaved a deep shaky breath as he stared you down with an unreadable expression his face gave nothing away but you got the distinct feeling he was happy with your outburst. He stilled apart from running a few fingers over the apple of your cheek then your mouth. He pressed insistently on your lips forcing them to part slightly, just as you were going to give in and suck the digits he stopped pushing and his face darkened twisting into a smirk. He definitely liked you being frightened and meek. He was toying with you.  

"But I thank you for finally agreeing, it makes me so happy to hear you say you'll be good, that you'll be my happy little wife, my mate and be a good mother to our children... But there is one final thing I want to hear... Something that will make up for all your misbehaving today." he spoke quietly he was fishing, trying to see just how sorry you were, just how obedient you will be to save your hide.

You flicked your gaze to his eyes trying to meet them, fluttering your lashes at him making yourself small and shy... Docile, he seemed to like you being small and weak and you needed to make him happy and keep him happy. You had peeked behind the mask and saw the true insanity, the real monster and the deranged thoughts. And now your life was going to revolve around avoiding that madness.

"w-what I can- you'll forgive me? Yo-you wont lock me away?" you asked slowly around his thick finger that still sat on your lips, you wouldn't dare move it or complain. He smiled and cooed quietly rubbing the pad of his finger over your lip wetting it lightly and dragged down before prodding your nose playfully making you yip and squint panicked thinking he was going to... Well you wasn't sure but he could do anything! And that was the bottom line. Kal could do anything he wanted and their wasn't a soul on earth who could stop him. His hand hovered tipping your face up to look him in the eye.

"Yes, I will ignore all your vicious words if you do one thing for me. Tell me you love me" he uttered heatedly down at you, his words were heavy and thick with lust? Excitement? He sounded happy in a smug victorious way. The hot breath fell over your face forcing you to breath him in, to take in the overtly manly scent that was him. Your eyes dropped a little to his chest as he stood tall and proud, he had you between a rock and a hard place. You didn't have much of a choice. Your eyes dropped further as the words echoed in your head. He wanted compliance. You had to start somewhere because this really was it for you, there were no escapes you cant run from him, you cant fight him you had to just...

Your eyes were brought back to his face by his large palm dragging you up to face him. You took a deep breath and plastered a small unsure smile on your face seeing the danger in his gaze, the promise of consequences. He was waiting testing you, bullying you trying to break you. You hated him. Detested him he was a monster and had ruined your life; would continue to ruin it. And yet past all of those feeling you held for him, disgust hate, nauseous he physically made your skin crawl. But worst of all he terrified you and it was that fear that made you comply and give in to his demand. You had to give up and now was as good a time to start then any.

"I-I..." you faltered stuttering it was three words. Three tiny words that's all, so why was it so hard? You quieted yourself. It was sickening, after everything he'd done since that day on the bridge here you were falling to him, bending to his will. Were you really going to give in? Play your part? It was confusing your fear had got the better of you and was controlling you. He shuffled closer and pressed his head to yours looking right into your eyes. There was a faint glow to them, the blues getting a light to them a tint of red behind them in a strange and terrifying show of power. He was threatening you in the most subtle of ways.

"Say it, and like you mean it too... Tell me you love me" the order was quiet barely a whisper but you heard it loud and clear, it shook you to the core. You will never know how such a quiet string of words could be so threatening, so very fierce and violent yet calm and quiet.  

"I..I lov-ve you..."you finally managed to mutter shivering and trembling your bones shaking to the point of pain. You only just manager to look him in the eyes heart shriving in your chest when you saw his face had lit up with glee when he heard it. Those coveted words. He closed his eyes putting you at ease and pressed his hands to your ass and dragged you flush to him humming and grinning.

"hmm who? Who do you love? Come on tell me mate, I want to hear it... All of it~" he murmured against you, so close his lips brushed your cheek and ha nuzzled into you slightly crowding you trying to meld his body onto yours holding you so close, trying to fuse you both together permanently. Like he wanted you at his hip for eternity.

"Kal.. I-I love you Kal" you lips quivered and your hope died a little more, each word chipping at the last few shreds you had left. They were coming easier now, once you realised it soothed him, made him happy and less threatening. It was your safety, a small protection uttering the words out loud even if you didn't mean them. But the frightening thing was that now you had said them there was no turning back. He won outright in that moment and he knew it, he had you scared and obedient.  

"Again say it again louder I want to hear it again~" he pressed digging his fingers into the swell of your ass dropping his head to your neck groaning slightly relaxing against your body as you stood there slowly going numb.

"I love you Kal" this time you said it louder and clearer somehow finding the strength to lie quicker.  

"Ugh god~ Good girl, I love you too. Soo soo much" he moaned into your neck letting his hands wander across you again pressing his fingertips at the seam of your ass insistently over and overs grunting and moaning as his hips began rocking once again. You stood still letting him do as he pleased. What was the point in fighting and getting hurt.

"Very good, strained but we can work on that, I want you to practice~ You must get used to saying it back, I want to hear it every time I leave and return" he grunted in a heady tone, loosing himself in his madness once again, though this time was different, he wasn't angry madness But happy. It was a change but had you on edge.. What did it mean for you? You didn't have time to dwell on it as he continued with his rambling giving instructions and ordering you to do his bidding.

"And every time I spend myself inside your tight cunt, I want you to scream it as I flood you tiny body and force my seed into your womb and pump you full of my love...Try to remember that for tonight wife~" he said pressing a kiss to your neck and pulling away reluctantly eyes sweeping you once again eyeing you like a meal, a prize... He looked at you as if you were a thing, not a person.

"She's ready upstairs the second door on the left past the bathroom. This time remember your place wife." You nodded meekly and squeaked as ha landed a warning swat on your still bruised behind making you jump skipping the first wooden step you turned looking at him warily but he just tipped his head motioning you up the stairs. You swallowed and turned creeping up the steps your feet feeling heavier with every step, you had no choice. You had NO choice, this was it. Your head fell forward as the hopelessness set in. You cant outrun this, Kal would be your husband by this evening. And though you felt devastated you wasn't overly surprized by this. He didn't seem like one to share his toys.

"Oh in here deary~ that's it! Tada!" Martha poked her head out of one of the rooms and grinned giddy and lost in her own little world. She was a lost cause she took the lies Kal had fed her and in your stupidity you'd brought them to life with your little show of rebellion. You tip toed into the room and turned the corner and froze.

There it was. Hanging innocently on the curtain pole a pale champagne mermaid dress, the top was form fitting smothered in thick lace detailing crystals dotted across making it sparkle the Bardot sleeves were the same thick white lace and curved elegantly into a light sweetheart neck showing a hint of bosom not to much.

The lace fell around under your bottom and to the front meeting in a point halfway up your thigh the rest was a light flowing chiffon, layers upon layers and curved into a small train in the back... it was a beautiful dress elegant with a vintage almost classy art deco feel. It looked modern and old. Timeless. You wobbled on your feet almost backing out of the room.

Martha smiled placing her hands on your shoulders squeezing  lightly rubbing away the goose bumps, you shivered unable to take your eyes off the dress, it was a masterpiece any woman would be lucky to wear this on her big day. It was a shame that it was you, that this stunning dress would forever plague you. It was to be a symbol. You quickly began analysing it critically.  Kal was smart the way it would fit snug around your thighs would make you slow. You'd never be able to run in it, or jog you would be slow forced to face what ever Kal had planned head on.  

Your eyes dropped you had to stop you took a deep breath there was more laid out on the bed. Lingerie. White obviously lacey all in one strapless bodysuit complete with stockings and one small thin blue garter. You rolled your eyes something blue? Now you just needed something old, new and borrowed. Ever the fucking traditionalist. You moved cursing the room turning from the set.

"Don't you like it?-oh god on no honey don't cry!" You couldn't help it as soon as she questioned you broke tipping your head back trying to blink away the tears scoffing thanking god you hadn't wore a full face of makeup! You slumped on a chair that sat in front of a small dressing table. Martha followed you pulling tissues from a small strategically placed box and moved patting your eyes.

"Shh shh its alright, this is normal love you know I cried-bawled like a baby on my wedding day shhh here come here I've got you love" you cried harder as she hugged you. She didn't get it! This wasn't normal, you shouldn't be terrified of the man your going to 'marry' you shouldn't be forced into the dress in fear of being maimed of worse! And be held down and abused. But...But this was going to be your normal, this was your life, like Kal said it could be much worse and you knew he meant what he said. The look in his eyes made that clear. Kal would definitely take to his fortress or what ever and use you as a brood mare. You didn't stand a chance. You sat there and mourned, you mourned for your life, your freedom. Normality. You mourned for your heart the love you'll never know.

"Shh shh its-your okay child you'll be beautiful! Stunning  I think its gorgeous...hmmm? How about we try it all on honey? it will make you feel like a Princess~ and everyone deserves to feel like a princess in their wedding dress" she helped you up guiding you to the dress slowly helping you out of your own clothes and began chattering away but you were numb. You felt cold and rotten inside as if you were shriving up dying. Not because of the dress or the way this kind oblivious woman was undressing you slowly. Hell not even because of the wedding!

You were distraught because you truly realised this was it, Kal had won from start to finish he was three steps ahead and had never lost the lead. You had no doubt that maniac had planned this before he ever breeched you. Before he moved in and bred you before he took over your life. You moved numbly as the woman helped you before long you were in the lingerie and looking up at the ominous dress. Your eyes glazed again but she sighed patting your hand wrapping her arms around you rubbing your back.

"Hey hey it's going to be okay you'll be fine now come on we don't want to keep him waiting do we?~" she added and quickly turned pulling down the dress and crouched holding it out for you to step into. You bit your lip and slowly placed your feet in the middle of the champagne lacey pool of fabric. You had no choice, no escape Kal was your future whether you liked it or not, he'd have you as a wife or a captive. If you had to choose you'd choose wife.

"I never thought my Clark had an eye for this stuff but it turns out he just needed to find the right woman~ Hehe You know once he had a crush on this girl in middle school, he was so shy and falling all over himself valentines day was coming up, he fretted for weeks on what to give her. I took him into town and gave him a few dollars to get something nice to pop in her desk..." Martha smiled and began prattling on telling you of her son. Surprisingly it helped you ignore the dress being pulled up your legs. You listened to her voice drowning out everything else.

"I thought it would help with his confidence, by god I wish I'd known how bad he was with picking out presents. There was rows and rows of cute gifts for valentines heart's, bears chocolates you name it-here turn around love let me tie you in~" you spun slowly lifting an arm up as she zipped the zipper at the side under your arm then began pulling at the ties at the back cinching the dress tight.  

"There we go~ But back to my Clarks first valentine? Did he choose the valentines chocolates not on your life! My son with his impeccable eyesight chose the ugliest gaudy set of hair clips I'd ever seen big orange glittery monstrosities I think they were supposed to be bows but I'm not quite sure, I tried to talk him out of it" she stopped chuckling at the memory as she eyed you in the mirror tugging the ties from the bottom

"Good lord your bottom looks very good in this dress sweet heart~ I don't know how he will keep his hands off you in front of the cameras!" You frowned and snapped to face her turning around  

"Cameras? What are you being serious?" Martha looked nervous for a second thinking she'd messed up again she was worried you'd bolt not that you'd get far half tied in your wedding dress, not only that her Clark was downstairs he could pop up here and sooth you again quickly enough.

"Yes love, you are marrying Superman I know I sometimes forget he is this big powerfull hero but-"

"I don't, I can't... He is... Too much, too strong and..." you cut her off solemnly defeated understanding perfectly of course he'd have fucking cameras to capture every moment every movement. He was claiming you branding you without so much as lifting a finger. Superman's wife. It was a mantle you'd never escape if you refused him it'd be the same as telling the press the truth no one would believe you and they would tear you apart. And if you did marry him? Well there was no if he had orchestrated it perfectly.  

You took a deep breath and turned facing the mirror again. Martha approached you again tentatively and resumed tying the back of your costume. It wasn't your wedding gown it was a costume a disguise, a role. A role you'd have to play forever more you knew that the tightness in your chest magnified making your breaths shallow. It Martha noticed she didn't comment instead carried on with her story.

"Well any way whilst we were in the shop I was trying to help him make a better selection. You know the whole, 'but look these are nice and you get more' But nope he was adamant that was the one. He wrapped them up and did his little card and popped it in her desk. Safe to say the girl didn't like them. Clark was heart broken and swore he'd never buy a girl anything ever again." You winced holding your tummy almost stepping back as she moved up the back threading the ties through pulling tight as she went to keep the dress together and snug.

"He did though, and each time seemed to pick the wrong thing he once got a girl some femfresh? It was Christmas and he didn't want to pay for a premade hamper so decided to put one together himself. H just went to the drug store and got anything cheap that said for women! Can you imagine! Shaving foam, wax strips, razors and femfresh among other things. Not a single bath bomb or face mask!" she laughed shaking her head at the ridiculous list of gifts he idiotic son had gotten Lois a few years ago. She moved back tying off the dress and tucking the ends off into the top securely then patted you .

"So you can imagine my worry when he told me he'd got you a bloody wedding dress! But look he even got you a veil" she was quick to move around the room and slip the small comb under the back of your curled high bun. You watched at the tin veil fell behind your head and shoulders. you looked in the mirror feeling nothing but sick. You looked pretty you looked like a bride but you felt far from it. You felt like a fake and sham you felt trapped like a rat!

"Oh god look at you~ so so beautiful I'm so happy love, I never dreamt that Clark would ever- with the whole Superman thing and but...But here you are! Your a little miracle he needs you, needs love and acceptance just like the rest of us" she moved in quickly kissing your cheeks grabbing her own tissue wiping her eyes as she wept quietly fanning her eyes trying not to cry.

"Here, there-your shoes are by the dresser" you nodded finding a strange calm in all this shittyness you were thanking god you were cold and numb inside because you don't think Kal would take another freak out. Within moments you were in your shoes descending the stairs slowly trying not to fall. Martha moved behind you holding the small train off the steps as you moved.

Kal turned the corner and stopped frozen to the spot. He took a few deep breaths and blinked slowly. all the angry thoughts died as his gaze locked onto you, you were stunning, just had he had dreamt. the dress was snug, not to much but enough to flaunt the luxurious curves he had spent so much time exploring. your hair and make up matched the touched up natural beauty that will knock everyone off their feet. you were a vision the perfection made his mouth go dry. he shifted on his feet as you made it down the final step and staggered a little on your heels.  

He stared appraising you eyes roaming you, you offered a slow nervous smile hoping beyond hope he had calmed down. or at the very least you doing as you were told pleased him, you wanted to please him for your own safety. you cannot live for yourself any more the was no escaping this mad man. Ever. and you had to accept that, he will be your husband whether you liked it or not, he will marry you and fuck you as he saw fit and fill you as many times as he wanted. It was a bitter pill but you had to swallow it at some point, it may as well be today. you had to give up, you were defeated.

You gulped as his hand rose and he made a little twirling motion with his finger, you could hear Martha giggle as she jumped up onto the step behind you as you teetered on your shoes slowly twirling hands stretched out as you did so not wanting to trip and ruin the dress. Not that you cared about it but something tells you he wouldn't care he'd march you down to the alter with your ass hanging out if he needed to.

Kal hummed to himself a growl in his voice as he watched you spin giving him the full 360 view. you made to stop as you completed the turn only to be snatched up by a huge arm, you yipped as he dragged you towards him and pressed a violent kiss to your lips. Forcing them open making you whine and push at him but you paused as his arms held you tighter threatening to crush you. his teeth grazed your lower lip giving the impression of asking for permission but it didn't last. his tongue pried your jaw open and he sucked deeply into you prodding and swiping his tongue over yours. Then he retreated just as his mother was going to interrupt again. He held you securely eyes looking into yours with a heavy gaze, you fidgeted nervously under it he had you on edge. You were sure he wouldn't forget your fuck up so easily.

"I love you" he uttered interlocking his fingers behind your waist and rocked slowly. His eyes grew darker and his smile grew, the corners of his lips pulling up into a strange smug threatening grin. He was testing you waiting for your answer.

"I-I love you too...Kal I do l-love you" you felt sick as you uttered the words again, they tasted vile and your tummy sunk as you spoke them, but what choice do you really have. You had to behave, had to give in and be what he wants. Its the lesser of two evils.

"Now you two I know your already trying to make me some grand babies! And I can't wait to have tiny little feet running around again! But just make sure there is time for you~ you don't have to rush okay? That's the key to a good marriage you know cooking, love and patience the holy trinity of a happy house...God I'm so happy for the both of you and I will be recording it so smile down the cameras for me!" you looked to Martha slowly feeling defeated but nodded exhaling a shaky breath. You hoped your turmoil looked like nerves or you dread to think what Kal would do. The woman took a step towards you and pressed a kiss to your cheek whispering you'll be fine into your ear before pulling away.

"We will Ma, come on mate time to get hitched~" Kal scooped you up making you take a deep breath clutching your small bouquet of garden flowers. He paused when his mother quickly followed him dashing for the camera she'd dug out of the cupboard after he'd left this morning.

"Now you hold your horses! Before you both go! I want a picture of the happy couple!" She said excitedly. Kal turned with a grin and stood still looking at his ma with a wide grin nodding. Martha giggled and quickly brought the camera up to her eye.

"Smile!" She added and you did. A small tight smile Kal ducked down and nudged you making you look up, it was then you heard the shutter go. Martha taking  few quick snaps of you 'gazing lovingly' at your soon to be husband.

"Beautiful! God you can really tell you were both made for each other! A perfect couple" she gushed getting herself emotional. You wanted to scoff but managed to fight it off, instead tipping your head down looking at the pretty garden flowers in your hands.

"Right well we better get going ma, we will see you soon hopefully" Kal hummed eagerly wanting to hurry up and claim you publicly. There was something inside of him that needed you to be known as his, needed everyone to see you with him and understand you were taken. He didn't understand it but, it was like an itch in his very soul that he'd needed to scratch for months!

"No no you both take some time to yourselves!" Martha uttered waving Kal off making him purr and nod once before looking up to the sky.

"Hold on love" he whispered making you tense instantly without wasting time he crouched and took off flying through the air albeit slower then before being mindful of your dress and veil.

The fly was silent as you tipped your head down trying to keep your nerve needing to resign to this for your own good. You tried to remain small in his arms. Small and meek, he kept glancing at you, sighing as he swooped around buildings towards the city. Finally he seemed to have enough of you quiet pouting and spoke cutting through the tension with a jovial voice.

"Cheer up love give me a smile todays all about you~" he said trying to pull a smile, the man didn't seem to care much for your feelings, far too wrapped up in his own.

"Mate? Smile for me wont you? I did go to all this trouble for you, picked out a pretty dress? And convinced the priest to marry us today... The least you can do is smile for me anyone to look at you would think your being ungrateful.. I don't deserve a spoilt ungrateful bride. I deserve a happy blushing bride" he said voice slowly becoming deeper, a threat hanging loosely around the words as his tone became severe. You jolted and looked to him, turning your head as far as you could whilst staying out of the wind.

"...I Sorry I don't like heights, I just want to get down... I don't mean to be ungrateful Kal" you uttered, he was silent for a few seconds then grinned down at you like a maniac.

"Oh god love I'm sorry why didn't you just say so? My sweet mate I'd never ever drop you, you should know by now I'd protect you from everything." He said, his voice was hard and serious. And you believed him, he would protect you from everything other then himself.

"I'll let the pass just because you got dressed without a fuss like a good girl but no more you understand, your to be the perfect blushing bride, if you behave and remain my good girl I will reward you tonight and be extra sweet with you."

You looked down seeing the crowd from miles out Metropolis city centre was at a standstill you'd have thought it was a fucking protest had they not been congregating outside the new chapel hold huge sheets and banners with congratulations scrawled over it and blown up photos of your first meeting all over the crowd. You gasped trying to keep yourself calm but it was hard seeing the chapel waiting a wave of nausea washed over you again flooding your system you shuddered sniffling lightly feeling you eyes glaze over.

"Cry all you want any tears will be assumed happy what bride doesn't shed tears on their wedding?~" he added almost gleefully. You took some deep breaths as he flew closer. You could see the steps to the chapel had been cornered off with barriers the sea of people lined up against it. Journalists and camera crews were a little closer to the chapel. You ducked hiding into his chest as he swooped under a fucking helicopter that had another huge ass camera poking out the side doors.

Suddenly there was a roar over the crowed as they saw you both hovering above. Shit. you held him tight as his hovered eyeing the helicopter that circled the two of you getting their fill then he began a fairly slow descent moving across the crowd finally landing and placing your feet to the floor. He stood beside you pulling your small train out and fretting over your hair putting on a show making the women swoon. The press were all jumping over themselves trying to get few words. You tried to take a few steps back but Kal held you tight and moved ducking to your ear.  

"Remember to smile" he said tightly and pulled back grinning. You gasped as he held up a hand in a half wave. You looked out forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside. This was madness, caused by madness!

Kal paraded you in front of the sea of people and cameras a slow walk with him at your side people shouted out there best wishes  and compliments some were asking about the dress and the rings ect. As you walked people even began throwing flowers. One in particular made you halt for a second it wasn't fancy or even well to be frank it was almost wilting a small open red rose few petals had fallen off and the leaves were droopy. You tugged Kal to a halt and picked it up.  

"Mate- what out of all these? You want that one? Why not pick a pretty one there's hundreds" He snipped trying to keep his face happy and light as he scolded you. You smiled standing again the small bud in your hand. This could be your little payback, make me look perfect stick me in a pristine gown give me a veil force me to look happy and parade around playing this role. Yet this one small dying flower will represent just how I feel. And only the two of you will know exactly what it means. You smiled to him snapping the long stem and turned to him smiling sweetly.

"Would you place this in my hair husband?" Kal nodded grinning but it didn't quite meet his eyes still he turned poking threading the stem into your hair beside your veil. Causing a few squeals and the snapping of smartphones and high end cameras taking photos around you. Then he turned abruptly to the steps guiding you up to the chapel.

The stairs seemed to go on forever, each low step bringing you closer to your fear And made this all the more real. Your heart beat slowly grew louder drowning out the crowd. Before you knew it Kal had lead you to the door and halted outside of them. You faltered for a moment trying to understand why he hadn't just dragged you through them. Then it dawned on you. Press. They had been allowed just outside of the doors to do news stories on it. You shivered and took a step closer to him making him grin and pur down at you holding you that little but closer before leaning forward as if to kiss you letting the press get their shots.  

You tucked your head down a little into his chest and breathed in a deep breath. Shaking on the spot nervous you felt uneasy and almost dizzy as the roar of the crowd and flashing lights took their toll. The press screaming out at you over and over each wanting your attention. It was too much! You moved out a hand weakly grabbing at him, in this moment he was your comfort. The only thing here that would help you if things got out of hand. You couldn't help thinking it was planned like that, everything designed to make this all seem like a fucking fairy tale. If only they realised this fair tale was closer to a brother Grimm story. Your hand snatched his cape pulling it nervously on instinct. Kal grinned and stood taller, prouder puffing his chest and flexing his muscles slightly and looked over you around checking for any danger whilst inching closer to you holding you to his front.

"Come love its time" he said into your ear one arm around your waist holding you 'sweetly' only you and him would know it was to stop you from running should your panic take hold of you, not that you could in the dress and heals. There was a wave of high squeals and swoons of women from all around you as Kal patted your bottom and made a point to pinch your chin and make you look him in the eyes. You blinked up at him eyes glazed with tears your hand relinquished his cape and moved to his hand down from your chin slowly.

"I love you" he declared loud enough for the few cameras near the entrance to pick up.

"I-I love you too Kal, I..." you looked around panicked your blood froze when you looked to the left coming face to face with what must be no less then fifty lenses, big and small. Each staring unblinkingly focused on you. You held your breath and faltered. Kal was quick to capture your attention again. The hand hovering by your face moved cupping your cheek pulling you to face him once more, making sure to play his part. The golden boy.

"This is insane-please can we just-" you began arguing visibly shaking in your shoes from the pressure. Kal shuffled forward again tipping his head down pressing a kiss to your head.

"shh I know, forgive me my love, I just wanted to show you off, just this once" he said softly and smiled down at you sincerely. It made you falter, he looked genuine. But was it a ploy to get you to behave? Was it for the cameras or because you'd behaved. You didn't know but the anger and irritation from earlier wasn't there, there was no threat in his voice either, no darkness in his eyes.

"Come lets get this over with and get home" he said moving quickly pulling your veil over your face letting it float down over you and opened the door. You swallowed torn as he held open the door waiting for you to enter. Like a lamb to slaughter.

It was time. You took a deep breath and stepped across the threshold into gods house, silently praying for mercy as the heavy door closed behind you. The foyer was clear no one here waiting to take photos, you could breath again. Kal marched forward to the second ornate closed doors and placed a single palm to them and spun on you.

"Remember mate, behave... No more rose tricks, we are here to be married and finally become one, finalise our bond once and for all" he teased a dark jeer in his velvet tone of voice. He was almost baiting you. You sighed nodding slowly looking past him to the door.

"I'm just at the alter and god help you if you don't walk down that aisles when our wedding march plays. First the press will tear you apart and then I will! And you will have no choice but to be hidden away never to be seen again" he added making it perfectly clear what the consequences would be if you didn't play ball.

"I-I understand Kal... I don't want to be locked up, I told you that" you said quietly. You meant it, the thought of being chained to a bed god knows where to be used as a womb to rebirth a race for the rest of your days was not pleasant. And the man had been serious about it.

"Good girl I will see you in a moment. I love you" he praised licking his lips eyeing you once more

"I love you too, Kal" you replied obediently little feeling in the words. You didn't mean them but said them to plicate him.

"See your much better at it now~" he grinned and walked through the door leaving you to yourself in the small space.  

Your heart felt heavy, as if it were slowly being crushed, stomach clenching tight in painful spasms. You peaked up at the stained glass that hung over the main doors of the chapel. The image of green pastures and the sun with the cross bathed in the golden rays. It was calming, but did nothing for your nerves.  

Your gaze was pulled to the ornate doors when a traditional wedding march began playing the deep baritone organ making you tremble along with the walls it echoed off. The song was played beautifully even if it made your stomach churn and toes curl. On the second pass of the song the doors were opened and you saw the aisles. Blue. Almost adding insult to injury, rubbing salt into the wound.

Your wedding march felt more like a death march.

You took a breath and willed your feet to move, slowly and unsure. Your shoulders shrunk both of your hands twisted the small bouquet crushing the stems of Martha's flowers in your palms. Swallowing you tried ignoring the cameras in almost every single persons hand. The church was packed, pews overflowing with strangers and press. There were a few drones flying overhead the whirring of the blades signalling their movements.  

Everyone was standing watching you as you timidly made your way down the aisles towards Kal. He stood with his back to you, cape billowing around his ankles swaying with his breaths. You could feel his victorious smile from here. Your knees shook the closer you got to him. This was it. He won, and he made sure everyone could see his victory!  

Tears streamed from your eyes you couldn't blink them away. It was hopeless, you were his just as he had always said you'd be. Finally you came to a halt next to this immaculate monster. He gave a small hmpf in response but held out a hand to you. A sweet reassuring gesture to many, but you knew better. You flicked your gaze to him pleading with your eyes not to force this. But he grinned and wriggled his fingers at you. He was asking for your final answer. What will it be? Become my wife, or become my prisoner? You whined and slowly removed one hand from your bouquet. You jumped a little when a small quire boy stood beside you and held his hand out to take your bouquet. you breathed a sigh of relief and smiled to the boy handing him the flowers. Thankful he had interrupted the little exchange. But Kal was not and inched his hand closer to you still waiting for flowers submit to him. You smiled warily feeling the irritation from him and quickly grasped his hand squeezing it in what you hoped was an apology. His only response was him squeezing back harder.

The small gesture was the final surrender. Your life was now his, to as he wanted. He sent you a smug smile his eyes glittering at you with pride once more then turned to face the reverent for your ceremony.

The wedding itself lasted almost an hour, hymns and prayers, lighting of a candle and even tying your hands together with a pure white ribbon? Then the exchange of rings, that you'd never seen before in your life. Two beautiful rings that fit together. Kal’s was a thick band of what looked like hand beaten pewter matte but elegant the inside was lined in rose gold and had a cut out of your own ring... as if your rings were to symbolise just that. That you were made for one another- that you were made for him, just like Adam and eve. Your own ring was a thin dainty rose gold band with three small diamonds fanned out in a arch shape. Before you knew it you were repeating vows that made your stomach churn and skin crawl.

Kal made sure to hold your hand during the whole thing, squeezing and coaxing you through the ordeal eyes watching you like a hawk silently judging you then came the final moment.  

"Do you Kal El take this woman to be your lawfully wedded  wife, for as long as you both shall live?" Kal grinned and nodded enthusiastically at you as you quivered.

"I most definitely do" he purred definitely enjoying himself on this world stage. Your knees began shaking when the weight of what was happening hit you. Your breathing picked up and panic flooded you! You cant do this! You cant go through with it! You needed out now! You almost lost your balance in the dizzying panic adrenaline overwhelming you in seconds. One leg gave way bellow you making some of the guests gasp and rise to help, but Kal had it under control. He was quick to catch you before you truly fell and wrapped a hand around your waist humming to you.

"Is everything okay?" The reverent asked alarmed not wanting to overstep himself but still wanted to make sure you were well. Kal smiled and rubbed your side hushing you his fingers threatening you with harsh presses digging in holding you to him tightly.

"Yes, yes she... Is fine, its just our bond, it is difficult for a human to handle" he explained slowly trying to figure out if this was a ploy to get out of your wedding but... he could hear it. Your heart racing, blood pumping you were having a panic attack. Shit.

"I see shall I continue?" Was the reply. It took every ounce of restraint not to roll his eyes and bark at the human before him. But he managed to ignore him focusing on you instead as your panic grew, tears now rolling down your face.

"Yes please, she will be okay in a moment, its just the relief, isn't it love?" Kal asked hoisting you up higher to stand taller. You winced a little but swallowed your sobs as your heart finally crumbled in your chest. Hopes of finding a way out of this mess died along with the hopes of ever having true freedom or happiness again!

"I yes its... Been a long time coming" you said smiling a tight smile, trying with all your might not to bawl your eyes out. You were terrified still shaking under your dress praying Kal wasn't mad at you, he didn't seem to be. Especially when he over heard a few women gushing at how you were weak at the knees from finally marrying the love of your life.

"Do you y/n y/l/n take this...Man to be your lawfully wedded husband as long as you both shall live?" The question seemed long, you waited for the man to finish with a false smile tears of 'joy' streaming. You paused and sniffled, Kal held his breath watching you closely, daring you to defy him. You swallowed and closed your eyes nodding.

"I-i do" the words were a quiet trembling whisper that made Kal preen, almost as much as earlier when you'd been coerced into telling him you loved him. Your body was instantly cold. Numb. Your final self betrayal was done. You were no longer your own but his. In everyway, there was nothing you could of done differently,. Everything had been out of your hands since the day you'd met him. He was always going to do this, you were always going to end up here, in this costume giving yourself to a monster.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride" the reverent said happily motioning to Kal.  

One of Kal’s hands moved the veil swooping it over your head, he stepped closer to you his arm still around your waist pulling you flush to him. You could of passed out from the nausea and light-headedness that came with your anxiety. Your panic was not gone just overrun with fear. Your fear of your own husband!

Kal cupped your neck and dipped forward leaning over you sharply stealing your lips in a kiss. You gasped hands going to his chest on instinct trying to push him away but you just couldn't. The crowd behind you roared to life with applause and wolf whistles as Kal kissed you deeper then he should have, lapping at your mouth trying to pry it open. But he soon gave up and pulled away, you expected him to be angry but instead he was grinning.

            I look at her. She looks at me. A sea of people between us surrounding the body slapped onto the pavement.

            And she smiles.

            I don’t.

            It should’ve been her. She made me do this.

            I’m losing control. And she’s smiling.

            I have always known about the darkness within me, known the true monster I was always capable of becoming. Taming them—women, brats, lesser thans—kept that darkness at bay. To an extent.

            But her.

            There was a darkness to her I never anticipated.

            This was all her fault. She did this. That blood coating the pavement is on her hands.

            And she’s smiling about it because she knows.

            “I’m so sorry…” Nic said as she & Liv sat with you on your sofa.

            They flanked you on either side, Liv’s hand on your back as Nic held one of your own hands.

            Deceitful tears skipped down your cheeks as you sniffled.

            “We need to call the cops.” Nic announced.

            You quickly shook your head, “No. Please, no. I can’t… it’s done. I’m here, I’m safe.”

            “He can’t get away with this, _____!” Liv pushed, “Look at you! Your arms, your legs… I don’t want to imagine what else…”

            “What you see is the worst of it.” You lied, “He never laid a hand on me otherwise.”

            “He belongs behind bars.” Nic seethed, her lips pursed.

            But you kept shaking your head, “No. He won’t try again now that you two know. That’s all I care about.”

            “But what if he does this to someone else?” Liv questioned, “He shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this.”

            “Well, he is!” You finally exclaimed, your tears drying up. Perhaps faking a kidnapping wasn’t your best idea, but it was your only one at the time. Now that your two best friends were doing their due diligence to protect you, you wished you would’ve just waited till Clark got home & fought with him. This was beginning to get boring.

            “I don’t care about what happens to other women!” You shot forwards, standing up to face them, “I care about what happened to me, & I want to forget it…”

            Nic & Liv traded worried looks but remained silent.

            “I just want to forget, okay?” You frowned, “I won’t stay here. I’ll stay with one of you & I’ll pick up more shifts at work. Keep myself around others. He can’t hurt me again. But if you make me call the cops & report this then I’ll have to live with this for who knows how long. It’s done. So let it be done.”

            Nic sighed & Liv hung her head.

            You made eye contact with Nic, “Please. Just… let me do this my way.”

            Finally, she nodded, “Okay. Okay, we won’t call the cops. But you are absolutely not leaving either of our sights for a long, long time.”

            “I’m okay with that.” You sighed.

            Liv shook her head in disagreement but didn’t speak on it, “Whatever you want, _____.”

            “Thank you.” You breathed out.

            “But first things first…” Nic pulled out her phone & began tapping on the screen, “Must cancel everything.”

            “What?” You questioned, “What are you talking about?”

            “My birthday.” She replied, “I don’t care about it after this. We should just have a girls night, the three of us.”

            “No, Nic, don’t.” You moved to sit between them, looking her head on, “Don’t do that. I know how much you put into planning your birthday party every year & I know how much you spend. Look. Perhaps your birthday party will be the best thing for me. Right? I can forget about it for tonight & have fun with my two best friends celebrating your birthday surrounded by people. There’s really nowhere safer right now.”

            Nic licked her lips, frowning in contemplation, “I don’t know, _____... I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

            “I second that.” Liv commented.

            You grabbed one of each of their hands, looking between them, “I have never passed on a party. Ever. And the quickest way to feeling like myself again is to party. It’s your birthday! C’mon. Don’t let this ruin it.”

            Nic flashed her eyes to Liv’s who shrugged her shoulders.

            “I’m serious.” You added, “Those last minute cancellation fees aren’t cheap. You’d likely be spending the same amount just to cancel.”

            Nic rolled her eyes at that but nodded, “Are you sure?”

            “More than anything.” You gave her a tight lipped smile.

            “Liv?” Nic asked.

            Liv sighed but nodded, “I mean we did have our gowns personally made. It’d be a waste, I suppose.”

            Nic chuckled lightly at that before looking back at you, “If at any point, you feel overwhelmed or unsafe you tell either of us immediately & we will clear out my house in a second flat.”

            “I know.” You squeezed her hand.

            “Fine.” Nic finally smiled, “Let the party of the year commence!”

            Nicola’s mansion sat in the center of one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in north Metropolis. You had practically spent your whole adolescence there. Her father was a world-renowned architect & her mother a former socialite turned private Pilates instructor. They were very well off & often gone. So, it was to no surprise that when the three of you arrived at her family estate that they were not present.

            As Nicola’s driver pulled through the gate, you noted the many trucks in the circular driveway: all hired help for the party set-up.

            Nicola’s driver opened the rear door & the three of you slid out.

            Nicola’s stopped to talk to some hired help about her party while you & Liv let yourselves inside. It was just past 3 in the afternoon & the party would begin at 8. There was still a lot to do but Nicola was always on top of making sure everything went smoothly & on time.

            Entering the mansion, you were immediately greeted by the grand foyer of the mansion. There was hired help doing their jobs as they nodded at you & Liv.

            Liv gently guided you up the stairs as the two of you made your way to Nicola’s bedroom. Once inside, you slipped out of Liv’s grip & draped yourself across Nic’s bed.

            “Gonna rest?” Liv asked as she stepped up to the windows that faced the rear property of the mansion.

            You moaned non-committedly, throwing your arms over your eyes.

            “Ya know,” Liv moved towards the bed & eyed you concerningly, “We can just hang out up here all night. Let Nic have her party but you & I can watch trash reality TV & enter a food coma.”

            Liv’s offer was light-hearted but you noted the concern, which only soured your mood. Sighing heavily, you rolled away from her & approached Nic’s walk-in closet, “I really hate repeating myself, Liv. I want to go to Nic’s party. End of.”

            You didn’t bother looking behind you to gauge Olivia’s reaction. Instead you ran your fingers along all the hung clothing in Nicola’s closet.

            “I don’t have a dress.” You commented openly.

            Liv was leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed as she watched you, “And you have bruises all over you. Gonna just prance around all night with them out & not expect anyone to ask questions?”

            She was challenging you & you were getting tired of her overprotective nature real quick.

            “Perhaps I’ll just use the same make-up your mother used to cover hers up years ago.” You replied snarkily.

            Liv’s lips parted in shock, “Wow.”

            You rolled your eyes & forced yourself to feign regret, “I’m sorry, Liv. I’m just… sensitive right now given everything.”

            “Ya don’t say…” But she didn’t appear to care for your half-assed apology.                

            The double doors to Nic’s room opened then & she appeared with a stack of boxes in her arms, “Help please!”

            Liv only continued to stare coldly at you. Ignoring her stares, you surpassed her & took a few boxes from Nic, glad to be free from having to fake anything, “What is all this?”

            Nic placed the remaining boxes in her arms on the foot of her bed, “More decorations. The party planner wants me to make a few decisions before final touches are made.”

            “Hmm.” You replied.

            Nic began sifting through the two boxes, unaware of the tense energy in the room & you took advantage of it.

            “Nic, do you have any gowns I can wear for tonight?”

            She was holding up two different green colored streamers, eyeing them intently before her eyes flashed to yours, “Um, I should, yeah. It’d be out of season though. Liv & I already had our dresses for tonight made.”

            Wearing something out of season made you cringe inwardly. You didn’t dress out of season. Ever. If anything, you set the trend for what would be in season.

            “I actually had two made.” Liv commented from where she still remained stood by the closet.

            “You did?” Nic questioned.

            “I wanted options.” Liv shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes avoiding yours as you glanced at her. “There’s only one issue.”

            You & Nic stared openly, waiting for her to continue.

            “The spare is green. Emerald to be exact.”

            Nic laughed lightly at that, “Oh.”

            “What?” You furrowed your brows.

            “Emerald is my theme color.” Nic revealed, “My dress is emerald.”

            “I had it made early before you decided on a color.” Liv shared, “Once you had, I told them to make me a different one.”

            You sighed. Nic never enjoyed wearing the same colors, after all, it was her birthday. She was intended to be the belle of the ball.

            “But I’ve seen your dress.” Liv started, “And yours is still more gorgeous than the one I had them design.”

            “C’mon, Nic.” You caught her eyes, “It’s one night.”

            The minor worry in her eyes disappeared when they landed on you. She released a breath, nodding, “Oh, god, who cares?! It’s just a color. Besides, emerald has always looked good on you.”

            You smiled at that, “Thank you, Nic. And Liv.”

            Liv gave a tight closed-lip smile.

            “But what about…?” Nic gestured to your arms.

            You glanced down at the marks, “I’ll call Maurice, he’ll know what to do.” Maurice was your personal make-up stylist for nights like this. You knew he would likely already be busy, probably having been hired by other women attending Nic’s party tonight, but you knew he would cancel all their appointments for you. After all, you were the reason he even had an expensive & extensive clientele.

            “If you say so.” Nic inhaled sharply, “Well, ladies, shall we get ready?”

            It was half past 8 & all of the guests for Nic’s birthday were still rolling in. All pulling up in either limo’s or classic old school Cadillacs. The three of you stood on the grand staircase in her foyer to greet guests as they entered. Music was already playing with a DJ in the formal ballroom & drinks were poured out by numerous bartenders around the mansion.

            Liv was dressed exquisitely in her one-of-kind ball gown. Her mask included an attached head piece that feathered out around the top of her head. She stood out among the peers. As for Nic, her ball gown was beautifully made, with gold details sewn into the fine fabric. Maurice was easily influenced to come over to help you cover your bruises & you had warned him to not ask any questions, to which he adhered to. But as he was there, he had the spectacular idea of painting the exposed lower half of Nicola’s face with a metallic green to highlight her dress & make her truly stand out more on her special birthday. Even you had to admit that Nic looked the part as the star of the event.

            As for yourself, your ball gown was simpler, as Liv claimed. The bodice was bejeweled but tastefully so. And your mask was basic except for a small feather detail. In the past, you enjoyed competing for attention, even if it was your best friend’s birthday, but because of your week-long disappearance, you unfortunately could not compete this year. You accepted that the following year you would put everyone else to shame, including the birthday girl.

            As the foyer filled & guests spread out to other rooms, the three of you finally descended the stairs. As the three of you were making your way down, your eyes fell on another woman in a gaudy yellow ball gown. It wasn’t until the three of you nearly reached the bottom that you realized who it was behind the mask.

            “Nicola, you look stunning as always.” Jane greeted, her smile poised yet forced. Nic returned the sentiment in kind, just as equally forced.

            “And Olivia, wow!” Jane awed, “You really have to share with me who your designer is.”

            “I don’t think you’d be able to afford him.” Liv replied playfully, though the passive-aggressive comment was still lingering in the air.

            Jane’s eyes finally landed on you, “And _____...” She eyed you, a smirk gracing her exposed lips, “I expected more. You’re not one to let your friends shine, after all.”

            You smiled through your sneer as you remembered seeing her pictures in Clark’s collection, “Tonight isn’t about me, Jane, or did you forget?”

            “No.” She shook her head, her smirk growing, “But it’s nice to see that you could let Nic have tonight be about her for once.”

            You opened your mouth to bite back but Nic jumped in then, “Thank you for coming, Jane. Have fun tonight.”

            Pressing your lips together, you watched as Jane nodded once before flittering away towards the ballroom.

            “No bickering tonight, girls.” Nicola spoke to the two of you over her shoulder, “Tonight is about fun, about me. Alright?”

            “Already sweetening my sourness.” Liv responded lightly.

            As for you, it angered you that Jane, of all people, called you out for how lackluster you looked. It drove you even madder knowing that it could’ve been her in Clark’s apartment right now had he gone that route. How disappointed he would’ve been.

            Moving throughout the mansion, the three of you made your rounds before ending up in the ballroom. The décor & lighting lived up to Nic’s tastes & standards as always. There was a sea of people dancing & a handful more along the walls or sitting at tables as they drank & mingled. Liv disappeared to dance with a handsome stranger in a mask while you & Nic moved to one of the bars.

            “Two glasses of rose, thank you.” Nic ordered from the bartender who was dressed in a finely pressed vest suit.

            “Right away.”

            While the drinks were being made, your eyes danced around the room. It wasn’t until your eyes fell to the other end of the ballroom where another entrance was that you spotted someone familiar.

            “Nic?” You questioned out loud as the young woman began walking towards the two of you.

            “Oh, I forgot to tell you.”

            “I didn’t know she was back in town.” Your felt your muscles tense as your cousin approached in a light purple ball gown.

            “Now you do.”

            The bartender placed the two glasses of wine just as Ariana reached the two of you.

            “Play nice, _____.” Nic whispered before greeting Ari then disappearing herself.

            “Hey, cous.” Ari greeted awkwardly.

            “Ariana.” You responded flatly.

            “I tried calling you to let you know. But the girls said you were MIA for a while?”

            “Mmm.” You didn’t recall seeing her missed calls when you had found your phone the first time, but you had to admit to being preoccupied with a revenge plan.

            “I like your dress.” She shared in an attempt to lighten the mood.

            “Yours is… okay.”

            She rolled her eyes at that but smiled nonetheless, “Look, I’m sorry for how we ended things the last time we saw each other. I’ve had some time to think about what happened between us & it wasn’t worth me losing one of my closest friends.”

            How big of you, you thought bitterly.

            Silence permeated the air between the two of you as you sipped on your wine, staring openly at her.

            “That all?” You finally questioned.

            Ari sighed, shaking her head once, “I thought perhaps you’d return the sentiment. I can see I was wrong.”

            “What do I have to apologize for?” You challenged.

            “I don’t want to fight or argue, especially tonight. If you can’t decide for yourself, for us as family, that you were in wrong at the end then that’s fine. I’m not going to push for it. You were always stubborn.”

            “Ari, you know what---”

            “No, _____. I’m not fighting with you. I’m not. I thought we could patch things up but I’m not going to be the one putting in all the work. So, have a good night. I’ll be around if you change your mind.”

            Before you could get another word out, Ari turned her back on you & left the ballroom. You felt your blood boil, mostly because you were always the one to get the last word in & turn your back on someone. You were only grateful that tonight was a night of faces covered in masks. No one would recognize you as the one who just got one-upped.

            Downing the rest of your wine, you ordered another. Just as your fingers wrapped around the glass thought, you felt someone join you at the bar on your left.

            “Even in a mask, I can spot in a sea of people.” The voice greeted. You rolled your eyes before finally facing the man who just couldn’t let you go after years of being split up.

            “Not in the mood, Andrew.” You told him, your voice hardened.

            He feigned hurt, putting his hand on his chest, “You jest, darling.”

            Oh, god.

            Though he was dressed handsomely in a gold pleated suit, you still saw behind the mask a desperate man that couldn’t take no for an answer. The last time you saw Andrew was he dropped you off at your apartment after the pitiful night out he called a ‘date’. You imagined either his ego was still bruised or he moved on from it so fast that he was now trying to win you over yet again.

            “May I have the next dance?” He offered his hand, bowing like a true old-fashioned gentleman. You felt the urge to humiliate him further, like you always had, but the alcohol coursing through your veins played into the ‘fuck it’ part of you. Eyeing his outstretched hand, you finished your second glass of wine before reluctantly placing your hand in his.

            “One. Then I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night.”

            Andrew grinned widely but accepted the command, “One is good enough for me.”

            Lurk by The Neighbourhood began to play.

            Andrew swung you out around him on the center of the dance floor before bringing your body closer to his. You allowed him to place a hand on your waist as he held your hand in his other. You danced in time with the song, swaying & dipping at moments when it mattered. At some point in the middle of the song, Andrew spun you out, & as he did, his slipped from yours & you stumbled slightly. But instead of stumbling & falling to the floor, you fell into the broad chest of another.

            The hands that belonged to the broad chest gripped your upper arms, their fingers digging in precisely where your make-up hidden bruises were.

            Your eyes flashed upwards & you felt your lips part in shock.

            Clark met your eyes from behind his black mask as he straightened you. He was dressed in a cream suit that hugged his muscles in all the right places. But your eyes quickly returned to his as he stared angrily at you.

            Andrew appeared beside the two of you then, his hand reaching for your wrist, “Thanks, man, but I got it from here.”

            Clark’s eyes flicked to Andrew, the fire there burning hotter.

            “Andrew!” You exclaimed, “I’m feeling dizzy, get me some water.”

            “But—”

            “Now, Andy. I need it.”

            His eyes danced between you & the strange man he had never seen before ultimately sighing & snaking his way through others on the floor.

            “What are you doing here?” You hissed harshly.

            Clark was quick to press your body against his, eliciting an electric spark shooting up your spine. He held you as if the two of you were dancing though neither of you moved with the music.

            “What are you doing with him?” Clark gritted out.

            “Dancing. What’s it look like?”

            “I don’t want him touching you. Ever. He does it again & what happens after will be your fault.”

            You ignored his threat, focused on your own questions, “How did you get in here?”

            “Are you truly that surprised? Security here isn’t that tight. It’s a birthday party for a rich girl surrounded by other rich kids. There’s really no one of importance here. Except for you.”

            You supposed you couldn’t be too surprised, after all, he often knew what you were doing at the exact moment you were doing them. You still never knew how he did it. Sneaking into a party, especially a masked one, was likely a cake-walk for a man of his ways.

            “You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

            Clark peered down at you, bringing on of his fingers to your jawline, “You know why.”

            Chills spilled across your exposed arms forcing you to shudder in his grip. It was a feeling like no other & he was the only one to ever make you feel that way. You wanted to embrace it, but not until he gave you complete control. Forcing the euphoric feeling down, you steeled yourself in his hands before shoving yourself away from him.

            “You have five minutes to leave before I point you out to security. That’s my only warning.”

            You attempted to turn your back on him but he was quick to snatch you by the arm & force you backwards. His arm wrapped securely around your waist, your back pressed to his chest as he maneuvered your jaw in his hands to angle your head upwards to he could graze his lips along your ear, “And this is mine. Leave with me. Now. Or you won’t like what happens.”

            Your thighs quivered at the harsh tone of his voice, at his threat full of promise. But what Clark didn’t know was that you wanted to push him, push him as far as he could be pushed. Because only you would be the one to bring him back from the edge. And that to you was power.

            Spinning in his arms, you quickly leaned on your heeled toes to place a chaste kiss on his lips, sure to nip at his lower lip before harshly slapping him. The assault sounded loudly enough for those dancing beside the two of you & they stopped to stare.

            “May the best devil win.” You whispered so only he could hear before you slipped from his grip.

            Marching forwards, you saw Andrew approaching near the edge of the dance floor, a glass of water in his hand. Smirking haughtily to yourself, you walked towards him with intent. Andrew stopped in his tracks when he spotted you.

            “Here’s that water you—”

            The rest of his sentence you swallowed for him as you latched both of your hands around the back of his neck & kissed him passionately. Andrew yelped surprisingly before he finally began returning the deep kiss. You slipped your tongue into his mouth as one of your hands fell to the front of his neck in a gentle chokehold. When you finally stopped the kiss, you pulled away abruptly. He stumbled forward slightly, his eyes still closed & his lips still pursed longing for more.

            “Thanks, Andy.” You replied sweetly, running your fingers along his jawline, “You’re my hero.”

            Andrew slowly opened his eyes, clearly in a daze from the sudden kiss. As you took the glass of water from his hand, you sipped on it & swished it in your mouth to rinse the taste of him. As you did so, you spun around to face the dance floor. Much to your surprise, & disappointment, Clark was nowhere to be found. But you knew he saw what you had done. You knew he would be up to something. And you were only dying with curiosity to know what his next move would be.

            “Do you wanna go somewhere where we can be alone?” Andrew asked, forcing you from your thoughts. You had completely forgotten he was even there.

            “Not right now, Andrew.” You replied coolly, already returning to your apathetic self.

            “_____!” Olivia’s voice sounded from behind you & you had never been more grateful for her to appear then you had been in that moment.

            “It’s time to sing for the birthday girl, let’s go.”

            “Thanks again, Andrew.” You handed him the water back & didn’t wait for him to respond as you followed after Liv to the foyer of the mansion.

            There, a majority of the party guests had gathered as Nicola stood at the bottom of the stairs. You & Liv joined her on either side. The lights in the foyer dimmed & then everyone began to sing.

            “Happy birthday to you!”

            Your eyes danced around the masked faces in search of one. He had to be somewhere amongst the sea of people. Watching. Waiting for his moment to strike.

            “Happy birthday to you!”

            From the right hallway that led to the kitchen appeared Ariana & Jane as they carried out a massive three tired cake colored in black & emerald. Candles burned brightly on top of them as they grew closer to the birthday girl.

            “Happy birthday, dear Nicola!”

            You smiled along with Liv as Nic bit her lip in excitement with the arrival of her cake as they placed it on a small table just before her.

            “Happy birthday to you!”

            Nic smiled playfully before leaning forwards to blow out her candles. As soon as the last flame blew out, the guests erupted with cheers & hoots of hollers. Nicola spun around in her gown for all to admire in awe as a few serving staff appeared to begin cutting the cake. The lights in the foyer lightened up then & as your two friends waited eagerly for their slices, your eyes returned to the crowd.

            Where have you gone? Clark wasn’t one to give up so easily.

            “_____! Here’s yours.”

            Nicola handed you plate with a small slice on it & you peered at it for only a moment before a screeching scream sounded from just outside the front doors. Everyone stilled & the room was drowned in silence.

            “Oh, my god!”

            Then just as suddenly as time stilled, time seemed to fly by as guests rushed to the front doors & raced outside. Nic, Liv, & you were among the pile of people as they spilled outside & peered at something on the driveway. The three of you broke through the crowd & came upon a body on the driveway. But not just any body.

            Andrew’s body was face down on the pavement, blood pooling around his head.

            “What happened?!” One of the security guards yelled as he rushed towards Andrew.

            “He fell from the roof!” Someone else yelled out nearby.

            “It happened to fast!” Another chimed in.

            “Oh, my god…” Olivia breathed out, “is that…?”

            “Andrew.” Nicola finished for her in confirmation.

            Your heart was beating wildly, so loudly in your ears that you were sure everyone around you could hear it too.

            Clark.

            Just as you thought of him, you sensed movement to the right of the crowd & your eyes peered upwards to follow the movement.

            There he stood, still in his suit & his mask as he stared at Andrew’s body.

            One of the security guards had his fingers pressed against Andrew’s neck, “I’m not getting a pulse. Someone call 911!”

            “We already did!” A party guests responded.

            Not a second later, did sirens sound in the distance.

            As you stood there, Andrew’s body only a few feet from you, you felt eyes on you. You raised yours to meet his.

            He was angry. No. Not just angry. He was maddened. You could see it, feel it. His threat wasn’t empty, that much you knew, but to commit murder. To kill an innocent… You had pushed him to his breaking point. Finally.

            With that thought, & with the two of you staring at one another, all you could do was smile. You had won. You had the power.

            And as Clark’s eyes fell to your smiling lips, he saw his eyes darken beyond comprehension. He knew it, too.

            You were now the one in control.

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            As Jane closed her mouth around my softening cock, I imagined where my little devil ran off to. It had been months since she disappeared. The night of the masquerade, of that foolish kid’s death, it was the last time I saw her. Another round of cat & mouse was beginning, only this time the prey outsmarted the predator.

            She continued to impress me, & infuriate me. I had killed for her, & she had the audacity to disappear. All of my resources in finding her resulted in the same results as before: she had become a ghost. Following her friends led to nothing. She had abandoned them, her apartment barren of life, her social accounts wiped. My little devil crawled into hell without her escort.

            But I knew, deep down. She was out there. Close. She doesn’t go down without a fight. She was watching me, waiting. I would find her & when I did, she would never leave from my sights again.

            Come out, come out, little devil, wherever you are.

            N

            Nicola left the police station, her phone ringing. It was Olivia.

            Upon answering the phone, Liv didn’t waste any time, “Still nothing?”

            “No.” Nic responded dryly.

            It had been weeks since Nicola, Oliva, & Ariana sought out their missing friend. But no one had heard or seen from her. Her parents proved useless, even their personal investigator was of no help. It was up to Nicola & friends to find their missing piece.

            “Someone has to know something, Nic.” Liv shared.

            “I know, but who it is you’re not going to like.”

            Nicola had her number one suspect the minute she realized her oldest & closest friend disappeared without a word. Clark Kent. But she couldn’t get the police to focus their attention on him. He had many friends dressed in blue, a number of people in the city who vouched for his goodness. But Nicola knew better.

            “Do you remember where Clark lives?” Nicola questioned, her heels clacking against the pavement as she approached her driver waiting with the sleek black Mercedes.

            “Nic, no. The cops already cleared him.”

            “There’s no one else, Liv. It was him, it has to be. _____ was terrified of him.”

            Olivia sighed on the other end, “Yeah, I remember.”

            “I need you to text me the address.”

            “You’re not going alone.” Liv’s voice hardened, “Ari & I will meet you there.”

            “If you insist.” Nic didn’t have the energy or time to waste with debating, “I’ll see you guys there.”

            Nicola banged her fist on the door, Olivia & Ariana flanking her on either side as she announced their unwelcomed arrival at Clark’s doorstep. Nicola felt Ari fidgeting behind her & shot her a warning glare. Now was not the time to get nervous. He couldn’t hurt all three of them. Nicola’s driver was downstairs with instructions to call the police if the three of them didn’t return in ten minutes. But she would not tell Clark that.

            A shuffling sounded on the other side & Nicola waited with bated breath as the door unlatched then swung open.

            “Jane?” Olivia gasped out as the three girls took in the sight of their infamous frenemy.

            Jane stood before them dressed in a black slip. She wore no makeup but her hair was full & curly. Then Nic’s eyes trailed down. Like her best friends only weeks prior, Jane’s arms & legs were covered in bruises.

            “What the hell…” Nic made to push into the apartment but Jane was quick to swing the door to keep anyone from entering.

            “What do you want?” Jane glared, her lilt accusatory.

            “Where’s Clark?”

            Jane smirked at that, crossing her arms over her chest, “Out.”

            “What are you doing here, Jane?” Olivia asked from behind Nic, “Clark isn’t a good guy.”

            Jane pursed her lips, rolling her eyes, “Be that as it may, he chose me. I stay here.”

            “What the fu—”

            Nic raised her hand to interrupt Olivia’s shocked response.

            “What do you mean, Jane, he ‘chose you’?”

            Jane opened her mouth, about to answer when her eyes flew to something behind the trio of girls. Nic followed her line of sight. Clark stood there, glasses on, a messenger bag hanging from his shoulder. Though he would normally appear as a normal guy, much like he had that night on the subway, his heated, angry glaze removed any sense of normalcy from him.

            Olivia was quick to push Ari behind herself while she & Nic stood in front, facing him head on.

            “Where is she?” Nic asked, wasting no time on greetings or explanations.

            Clark narrowed his eyes, briefly glancing at Jane who remained hidden in the crack of the door, before returning to his little devil’s closest friends.

            “Where is who?”

            “Don’t play dumb, Clark.” Nic seethed, her heart beating harshly.

            He cocked his head at that but remained standing as tall & strong as a mountain.

            “I don’t know.”

            “Bullshit.” It was Liv this time who spoke up, her eyes burning with distrust, “She was terrified of you, & now she’s missing.”

            “What are they talking about, Clark?” Jane spoke, her voice filled with worried curiosity.

            “Close the door, Jane.” He told her cooly, ignoring her question.

            “But—”

            “Now.” His voice hardened as he stared at all the women standing before him.

            Jane did as she was told & left the four of them in the hallway.

            “You three should go.” Clark eyed each one of them, a warning look in his gaze.

            “We’re not going anywhere until you tell us where the hell she is?” Liv’s voice began to raise. Nic was quick to hold her hand out, calming her friend down.

            “I don’t know.” Clark shared, “If she is so terrified of me, why would she be here?”

            Liv scoffed at that, her arms crossing over her chest, “It’s not like she was here the first time under her own discretion. You forced her here.”

            Clark cracked a smile at that, his eyes bouncing across the three women as they stared both fearfully & angrily at him.

            “I never forced her to do anything.” Clark revealed, taking a step forward, “You don’t know your friend as well as you think you do.”

            Nic opened her mouth, prepared to debate with him further, but she was surprised when Ariana stepped forward, approaching Clark. His eyes fell to the petite woman before him, the woman he had used to get closer to her cousin. She still appeared frail & easy to break, but her eyes were hard, determined.

            “Please, Clark. If you know where she is just tell us.” Ari reached out then, her hand grasping his forearm lightly, “We’re worried about her.”

            He stared silently at his former conquest deep in thought. Nothing he said would convince them otherwise. Their devilish friend had fooled them their whole lives. Anything he said would be argued against. It would be a waste of his time.

            Finally, Clark exhaled, his attention focused on Ari, “Despite what the three of you think of me, I never hurt her. Not without her consent, her encouragement. She was never here under circumstances that she didn’t agree with beforehand. She came here willingly, knowing what I would do to her.”

            “What did you do?” Nic’s eyes reddened from hot, angry tears breaching.

            “Nothing.” He remained stoic, his tone flat, even, “I haven’t seen her since you came for her, & believe me, I’ve tried looking for her.”

            The trio of women said nothing as they stared in disgust at him.

            “You can search my apartment, get the police involved, hire PI’s—as if you haven’t already—but you will find nothing here because I had nothing to do with her disappearance.”

            “What is Jane doing here?” Nic finally asked, nodding towards the door.

            Clark smirked coyly, “The same reason your friend spent a week here, for me to provide a level of satisfaction that could not be fulfilled by a lesser than.”

            “What the fuck does that—”

            “Let’s go.” Ari spun on her heel to face her two friends, “She’s not here.”

            “What, Ari? What are you talk—”

            “I suggest you listen to her. Your friend isn’t here.” Clark added.

            Nic & Liv stared at Ari in wilderment before she ultimately faced Clark once more, “Thank you. We’ll leave you alone, now.”

            With that, Ari began heading back down the hallway towards the elevators. Liv was quick to follow after her but Nic took her time. She was sure to keep a safe distance from the reaches of Clark should he so boldly attempt to subdue her, but her eyes remained on him, nonetheless.

            “If you hurt her…”

            Clark lowered his head, his eyes peering out form above his thick-framed glasses as he followed Nicola’s movement, “…it’s because she asked for it.”

            Nic didn’t know what to make of the comment, but when she was a good distance away from Clark, he turned his back on her & entered his apartment, the door slamming shut.

            What have you gotten yourself into, _____?

            “What the hell was that all about, Ari?” Liv was the first to ask once the three of them were situated in Nicola’s car.

            Ari shook her head, “He didn’t take her.”

            There was a beat of silence, “Or hurt her.”

            Nic rolled her eyes in disbelief. Ari didn’t know. Ari didn’t see her cousin when they found her. Didn’t see her bruised body & the horrified look in her eyes. Nicola had never seen her friend shaken up before. Clark was a monster. Whatever he had done to her, it was the reason she was now missing.

            “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nic spit, “You didn’t see what he did to her.”

            “Would you please listen to me?” Ari pleaded, her eyes wide as she stared at her two friends, “I know what I’m talking about.”

            Nic said nothing but raised a single brow, gesturing for her to continue.

            “I know because Clark attempted to lull me into that relationship.”

            Liv & Nic both frowned in confusion as Metropolis passed them by.

            “What he’s doing with Jane, what he did with _____, it’s strange, scary even, but he doesn’t do it without his partner’s consent. I know because he didn’t hurt me or force me when I said ‘no’.”

            “Jesus Christ, what is it, Ari?” Liv’s voice softened, “What does he do?”

            “I don’t know the details very well, I had done some light research when he & I were seeing each other, but stopped when he admitted to pursuing _____. But from what I can remember, he’s what’s called a ‘tamer’.”

            Nic rested against her seat, her eyes glued to the window as she listened to Ari explain the fucked up nature that was Clark Kent. And apparently her friend.

            “It’s a kink thing. Clark chooses women who are…difficult, to say the least, & he tames them.” Ari paused, “Sexually.”

            “My god…” Liv breathed out in disbelief.

            “And if there’s anyone I know, that we all know, who is difficult & defiant & loves a challenge… it’s _____.”

            But Nic couldn’t sit there & allow Ari to presume that whatever fucked up thing it is that Clark does to women that her friend would be open to it.

            “No.” She replied harshly, “She wouldn’t do that.”

            “Are you sure about that?” Ari stared at Nic, “Did she go to the cops?”

            “No, but lots of women don’t go to cops.”

            “_____ would & you know it. She would’ve humiliated him, taken him to court, made a whole show out of the case. She’s not the type to sit back & be quiet. Until now.”

            “What are you saying, Ari?” Liv asked.

            Ari sighed, her head hanging, “I don’t know for sure without seeing or hearing from _____. But if I had to guess, they’re playing a game. Clark has no reason to lie. He didn’t lie to me when _____ told me about what he did to her. He didn’t fight you, Liv, when you came for her at his apartment. And he even admitted to looking for her himself. Don’t you get it? It’s a game, a fucked up game. This is her humiliating him.”

            “I can’t believe what I’m hearing, it’s insane.” Nic aired out frustratingly, but she couldn’t deny that something was fitting together. She didn’t know how & she didn’t know why, but she always listened to her gut.

            “So, what do we do? Just wait until she comes out of the shadows & goes back to him?” Liv questioned exasperatedly.

            At that, Ari shook her head, shrugging, “I don’t know. But she doesn’t want to be found, that I know. If she wants anyone to find her, it’ll be Clark. So, I say we watch him, follow him. He’ll lead us to her.”

            “I don’t know…” Liv replied, deep in thought.

            “You have any other ideas?” Ari challenged to which Liv said nothing.

            Ultimately, it was Nic who supported Ari’s suggestion, “She’s right, Liv. We’ve tried everything. If what Ari is saying is true… then Clark may be the only way we find her.”

            “So we wait?” Liv questioned, her voice filled with ridicule.

            “Yes.” Nic turned her attention to the cityscape passing by in a blur, “We wait.”

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            She was smart, much to my displeasure. But even I had to admit at some point that her undying defiance was beginning to do something to me.

            All I craved was for her to fall to her knees. Willingly. Broken.

            It was me she was attempting to break. And Goddamnit, for the first time in my life, I felt myself wanting to adhere to her. Not the other way around.

            She would not go down until I did.

            Our game was tumultuous. Fun & exciting, nonetheless, but tumultuous all the same.

            It was a race to see who would fall first.

            And I would be damned to hell if I let her win.

            She may think she is beginning to gain the upper hand but she has yet to see what violence I’m truly capable of. But she will.

            Tonight is the night.

            Clark’s building was closer to the center of Metropolis. From the ground level looking up, the building was tall & narrow but covered in greenery. It looked overbearing, but in a pretty way. It reminded you of yourself.

            What you looked most forward to was the inside. His home. His privacy. He brought you here. You would be in the lion’s den & your insides felt electrified.

            The first things you saw when he guided you inside his unit was the kitchen. Off the kitchen was the living room. Just from standing in the entryway, you knew that you could stand anywhere in the apartment & have a mesmerizing view of the city.

            You still didn’t know what Clark did for a living but you didn’t care. Whatever he did, he made a lot of money & lavished his surroundings in it. You felt almost right at home.

            Once the two of you were securely locked inside Clark’s apartment, he dropped your bags on the floor before taking you by the wrist & leading you down a hallway. Your thighs quivered with where he was taking you. You knew before he even opened the door.

            On the other side was his bedroom, with yet again, another breathtaking view of the city. It unnerved you with how similar he & you were.

            The views from both of your apartments was to die for. But that isn’t why you picked the place. And you knew full well in your heart that that is not why he picked this place. You both enjoyed being above the rest. Looking down on those below you in both status & livelihood. You were gods among mortals. No one could touch you but they’d beg on their knees to be just like you.

            From there forth, Clark got to work. And indeed it was work.

            You knew what he wanted from you. Your obedience. Your acceptance of his control. But to give him either would go against your very being.

            Before you, Clark had it easy. From the sounds of it, the women he was in contract with before were too willing to do as he says & bids. But not you. That would be laughable.

            You weren’t like the others, he knew as such. And every day you took great pleasure in how your never-ending defiance caused him internal turmoil. It made your heart skip a beat more than when he would tie you up or chase you through the dark.

            It was a constant game of cat & mouse. But who was the cat, & who was the mouse? You knew the answer. Clark had yet to agree.

            It was your seventh morning waking up in Clark’s bed. You had been at his apartment for a week.

            He took your phone & nearly all of your belongings.

            He attempted to begin a routine with you over the past week, but you wouldn’t have it. Taking every possible opportunity to defy him.

            On your second night with him, he explained to you the details of the transactional relationship he was looking for.

            You were a brat. He was your tamer.

            But Clark could be quite bratty himself when he didn’t get his way. And it brought a devilish smile to your face every time you defied him.

            His goal was to break you. Your disobedience was encouraged but only in small portions. But Clark didn’t know you, not nearly well enough if he ever thought you’d do as he says ever, even once.

            After waking that seventh morning, you stretched your sore limbs. There were bruises & marks all along your legs, thighs, waist, stomach, chest, neck, arms. Everywhere. Clark’s mark riddled your body. But you never frowned at them.

            It became comforting. You would get out of bed naked & enter his ensuite bathroom. In there, you would stare at your abused body. Teeth marks, handprints, popped & bloodied skin.

            You had never looked more beautiful.

            You would run your hands along every single mark & savor in the tender, numbing pain. Clark revealed to you your darkest desires. But you would never indulge in giving him his.

            The contract had yet to be signed. And other than when he assaulted you in your own bedroom, he had never fucked you.

            He wanted to. Badly. But he was holding back, staying true to his word about needing your signed agreement for him to go forth. But you wouldn’t bend. If he wanted to hurt you more, harder, he would do it. And you would push him to do it. Contract be damned.

            You would not be just another brat. You would be the one. The end of his string of women to tame. It was his turn to be tamed & put under the heel of your stiletto.

            After admiring your body for a moment longer, you took a quick shower & dried off before re-entering his bedroom.

            In the short time it took you in the bathroom, Clark had come & gone from his bedroom, having left you your outfit for the day on his bed.

            This had become routine. You would wake & shower & then discover whatever it was that he wanted you to wear for him.

            On that, you would allow him to have control. After all, he had decent taste.

            So, you got dressed & applied little make-up before slipping into the heels he provided before leaving his room.

            You found him in the kitchen. He wore a pair of black slacks & an unbuttoned white dress shirt. His back was to you as he focused on a coffee pot before him.

            “I ordered groceries for you to make breakfast.” He announced without looking over his shoulder at you.

            You rolled your eyes at that.

            “That’s what chef’s are for.” You returned.

            Clark said nothing but you saw as his shoulder & back muscles tensed at your response.

            You stepped forward & sat on a stool for the island.

            You bit your lip to keep from smiling too wide. Though he was not facing you, he always seemed to sense when you were laughing at him.

            “I’m not in the mood for your defiance this morning.”

            You chuckled airily, rest your chin on your palm, “My defiance makes you hard.”

            Clark slammed the coffee pot down before turning to face you. It was obvious he was not in a good mood. But you simply didn’t care. He brought you here with these intentions. It was a consequence of his own actions.

            “It makes me want to wring your fucking neck.”

            You leaned back on the stool, pushing your hair behind your shoulders. You modeled your neck.

            “What are you waiting for?”

            His eyes fell to your neck, rage & lust burning hot. Then his eyes flashed to your own.

            “Make something. Before I get really angry.” With that, he harshly grabbed a mug of coffee before stomping back towards his bedroom.

            You sighed. What the fuck did he expect you to make? A gourmet breakfast?

            You weren’t brought here to be his housemaid. You were brought here to be shown a deviously good time. But Clark was beginning to lose control. All you needed was to push him over the edge. Again. Hitting him with a wine bottle wouldn’t work a second time. You’d have to get creative.

            Hopping off the stool, you circled to the other side of the kitchen & pulled out a package of bread before taking two slices & popping them in the toaster.

            He asked for breakfast, you told yourself as you watched the toaster light up, he didn’t say what kind.

            Once the two slices popped up, you quickly plated them before cutting them diagonally & placing a thin layer of butter on them. Tossing the knife in the sink, you snatched the plate & began marching towards the bedroom. It took you a moment to spot Clark when you first entered, but you quickly noticed his dark head of hair on the other side of the windows. Stepping out onto the balcony, you moved towards the small table Clark sat at before none-so-gently placing the plate of toast before him.

            “Breakfast is served.” You announced with a feline smile.

            His eyes stared at the toast, the mug of coffee in his hands nearly to his lips. Then his eyes met your own.

            “What?” You questioned, raising your brows in challenge.

            Clark lowered the mug, saying nothing.

            In an attempt to hide another coy smile, you spun around on your heel & began practically skipping towards the door, “If there’s nothing else…”

            You had barely made it an inch for the threshold when you felt a harsh grip snatch you by the back of your neck.

            A shocked wince parted your lips as Clark dragged you back outside & next thing you knew, your spine was slammed into the railing of the balcony.

            “What—” But the words were choked from you as Clark caught your throat & used his incredible strength & size to bend you backwards over the railing. It was only your upper back over it, the tips of your toes still barely touching the ground, but you still clung to him, nonetheless.

            “Don’t speak.” Clark hissed, “Another word out of you & I’ll throw your fucking body over this balcony.”

            You could feel your heart racing in fear, but there was still mild desire burning.

            “When I tell you to make breakfast, you fucking make it.” His eyes glared into your own, “When I tell you to sign the fucking contract, you will sign it.”

            You attempted to kick your legs out, to catch him off guard, but as you did, what little grounding you had slipped & Clark lifted you entirely with one arm under your knees as he pushed you further backwards.

            “Clark!” You tried to screech but air quite literally escaped. Tears filled your vision as your eyes fearfully glanced to your side & spotted the ground below you, a whole 14 floors.

            In a flash, you pictured your body zooming towards the pavement & splattering for all the morning commuters to see. Though deep down you knew Clark would never indicate himself in a murder so easily, you didn’t want to push him to find out.

            “Okay…” You forced yourself to wheeze.

            “Okay.” Clark tightened his grip on your throat once more in warning before finally relieving you.

            Air rushed into your lungs & you coughed as he returned you to an upright position, but it didn’t end there. He still kept you trapped against the railing with his body, his arms on either side of you.

            “Do we have an understanding?”

            You said nothing as you caught your breath. But even as you did, you still glanced up at him. You knew he wouldn’t like what he saw behind your eyes but out of fear of him scaring you to death for a second time, you simply nodded.

            “Now…” Clark took a step back, gesturing to the door, “Try again.”

            Throwing him a sneer, you snatched the plate of toast off the table & flung the pieces over the balcony before stomping back inside.

            The breakfast you made would be quick & easy but enough. At least, it had better be. You nearly burnt the bacon but managed to save a few unburnt pieces for Clark before making a few fried eggs. Then you found some fruit in the fridge & made a refreshing smoothie, hopefully it would calm his anger. Once you were almost done plating his breakfast, the oven dinged & you yanked out a tray of croissants.

            It wasn’t gourmet by any means, but it was better than the goddamn toast.

            Grabbing the plate of food & smoothie, you returned to the balcony where Clark sat, his mug of coffee nearly finished.

            You gently placed the breakfast down before him before clasping your hands together in front of you, awaiting his reaction.

            As Clark eyed your work, he mustered up a satisfied smile.

            “Better.” He added. Then he took a bite of bacon.

            You watched with ire as he sampled a bit of everything you had made.

            Then, to your displeasure, Clark stood & gently grabbed you by the chin, “I’ve gotta run.”

            Clark surpassed you then & you stared wide-eyed at the uneaten food before you. A rage burned within you as you watched him disappear into the bathroom through the windows.

            “Fucking asshole…” You muttered before fiercely grabbing the plate & yet again, tossing the remnants over the balcony.

            As Clark got ready for his day, you returned to the kitchen & angrily cleaned. You weren’t his fucking housemaid, but he wouldn’t fuck you unless you did as he bid. You knew that was the whole point of the brat/tamer relationship but you were supposed to be defiant. He was only angry that you had yet to sign the contract.

            A very small part of you then, in that moment, argued that you should just sign it. Get it over with. Then the real fun could start.

            But as quickly as the thoughts came, you shook them away.

            You had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Clark emerged from his bedroom. He was dressed in a pair of jeans & a fitting navy blue-t.

            You made it a point to ignore him as you started the dishwasher, keeping your eyes low.

            He rounded to your side of the kitchen & watched as you put seasoning & oils back where they belonged.

            “I shouldn’t be gone long.” He shared, to which you grunted in response.

            “_____.” He said your name in an authoritative manner.

            You stopped what you were doing & turned to face him as stone-faced as possible.

            “Are you upset, little one?”

            Little one? You scoffed internally, how demeaning.

            You stiffly shook your head, “Nope.”

            The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, amused smile, “Have something you want to say?”

            “Depends.” You began, “Gonna shove my head in the oven & threaten to turn it on?”

            He eyed you playfully, “Perhaps.”

            “Then no.” You made to move past him but he caught you by your elbow, pulling you to stand directly before him.

            “Be good.” He tucked a finger under your chin to meet your eyes, “Or else.”

            “Whatever you say…”

            You heard a deep, pleased growl emanate from his thick chest.

            Clark dropped your chin before making way towards the front door. As he swung the door open, he paused to press some buttons on the security system on the wall near the door.

            “System armed.” A female robotic voice sounded.

            You rolled your eyes at his show of power.

            He winked at you once then closed the door behind him.

            You stood there for some time, your arms crossed over your chest. So far, he had rarely left you alone in his apartment, & when he did, it was only to run down to the lobby to check his mail. But Clark hadn’t confirmed that’s what he was doing.

            This time it was different. You knew he would be gone for longer.

            A devious idea came to you then. You had never had proper time to snoop around. This may have been your only shot at doing so.

            Leaving the kitchen, you made way for his bedroom.

            The first place you checked was the dresser. You sifted through all of his clothing, hoping to find anything. You didn’t know what you were looking for, but you wanted something, anything that you could use to bother him. He would learn to not leave you alone again less he wanted his entire private life exposed.

            When the dresser proved to produce nothing, you moved to the nightstand on his side of the bed. There was only a few magazine journals. You turned those upside down as you continued looking. But as one of the magazines flipped to the floor, a small item slipped out from between the pages.

            You eyed the small white card as it lied face down. Falling to your knees, you snatched it up & turned it over.

Clark Kent

Journalist

Daily Planet Newspaper

            Then he had his email & phone number.

            He was a journalist?

            Raising your head, you glanced around the bedroom. Every journalist had a computer, it was a given. But as you reflected on your short stay there thus far, you hadn’t recalled ever seeing one.

            Replacing the magazines in their original spot, the card tucked safely inside, you left the bedroom & crossed the apartment to the kitchen. There had been a door off the kitchen that you never entered. You assumed it was where the water boiler would be. But perhaps…

            The door didn’t budge when you tried the knob, only adding to your suspicion that the door led to something else entirely. But unfortunately for Clark, that wouldn’t stop you. Scouring through the drawers in his kitchen, you found a few bobby pins & fashioned them to elongate.

            Returning to the door, you got on your knees & began to stick the two unbent pins into the lock. It wasn’t your first rodeo. When you lived with your parents, after their scandal, you were sick & tired of them keeping you in the dark, so you taught yourself how to pick locks so you could raid their office’s. Hearing the locking mechanism catch on the pins was music to your ears & brought you back to your teenagehood.

            The final mechanism caught & you heard the lock unlatch.

            Smirking to yourself, you turned the handle & the door cracked open. You pushed the door open & stepped inside. His office was as fitting of him as the rest of his apartment. But you didn’t take time to admire the space or yet again, another stunning view of Metropolis.

            There, on the desk, was a laptop. It was open but the screen was dark. You seated yourself in the desk chair & ran your fingers over the pad. The screen lit up.

            Password.

            “Of fucking course…” You breathed out. You may have learned to pick locks but finding out a password was much more difficult. Your parents had been predictable, using the date’s of their children’s birthday’s or their wedding anniversary. But you had a feeling Clark wouldn’t be so simple. And even if he had been, you knew absolutely nothing about him to even attempt trying.

            But out of frustration, you typed in ‘asshole’ then pressed enter.

            Try again.

            Sighing, you leaned back in the chair, glaring at the laptop. It would be pointless to keep trying.

            However, it was then that you were reminded that you were in his office, his locked office. People only lock things when they have something to hide.

            “There’s gotta be something else…” You uttered to no one. Spinning around in the chair, you eyed the rest of the room.

            On the opposite wall was a built in bookcase. And to the right of that was another, smaller dresser. You felt your eyebrows raise.

            Standing up, you closed the distance to the dresser & tugged on the top drawer. Yet again, it didn’t budge.

            “Tch, tch, tch, Clark…” You smirked, “There’s still much to learn about me.”

            You took the pins that were still sticking out from the handle & brought them to the dresser. This lock was easier to pick, only needing to catch one mechanism before it unlatched & you pulled the drawer open.

            And what you found was treasure.

            There were folders with women’s names on them.

            “The others…” You gathered as many as you could in your arms & fell to your butt, spreading them out around you.

            You flipped through many of them, recognizing a few of the faces as other women in the upper-class party scene, but none really stuck out otherwise. That was until you recognized the name of one who you knew quite well.

            “Jane…” You flipped it open & began reading. Everything that was anything to know about her was in the file. Even pictures of her. The last picture in the file you recognized from the night of your birthday. It was taken outside Club 22.

            It dawned on you then. Clark hadn’t spotted you by coincidence. He was there for Jane. But he found you instead.

            This new information angered you. Why the hell would he want Jane? She was Plain Jane for a reason, despite her label clothing & platinum card. Jane was boring, vanilla, & easy. Slamming her folder on the ground, you returned to the drawer in search of your folder, but as you scattered everything, there was never one.

            In a fit of anger, you began tearing up the files, the many faces of women, & all their secrets. You didn’t care if Clark walked through the door right now & witnessed it all, caught you red-handed. He should’ve picked you with purpose, not accident. Those women were nothing compared to you. You were fucking _____ _____, for fuck’s sake! And he wanted Jane?!

            Breathing heavily, you stared down at the torn pieces, your chest heaving.

            When he got home, you would announce that it was done. All of it. You would be going home & you would never see him again. And he couldn’t hold you back. You had never signed the contract.

            Blinded by your anger, it took you a moment to hear the pinging of a cellphone. But as you calmed & sat in silence, it soon became louder than the ringing in your ears.

            Following the sound, it forced you to stand up & approach the bookcase. The pinging continued. You lead with your ear as you grew closer to the sound. You frowned when you pulled out a book & it pinged in your hand.

            Opening the book, it was revealed to not be a book at all. The pages were hard like clay & the center of them had been hollowed out to be use a secret chest of some sort. But inside the hollow was your cell phone.

            Gasping, you dropped the book & stared at your phone. On the home screen, you had over 20 missed called & 50 unread texts, along with other random notifications. You quickly unlocked your phone, stepping expertly over the scattered remains of Clark’s possessions & made a home for yourself in his desk chair.

            Olivia had been your most recent missed call. 30 minutes ago.

            You listened to her voicemail.

            Hey, me again. Look, I know you weren’t really happy about what happened when we were at the spa deck but at this point you’re overreacting. We’ve been trying to get a hold of you & you keep ignoring us. Not even answering your door? That’s a new low, _____.

            She sighed then, exasperated.

            But anyway, that’s not why I’m calling for the hundredth time. Nic’s birthday is tonight & you’re expected to be there. So… if you don’t show, then I guess we have some friendships to re-evaluate. Call me. Or don’t. But don’t expect us to come looking for you after tonight. Bye.

            You couldn’t even be salty about her voicemail, after all, Clark had taken your phone & brought you to his apartment with no chance to tell your friends. Not that you would’ve, but you at least wouldn’t have left them hanging & in the dark.

            A smile appeared on your face then. Nicola’s birthday’s were always the party of the year. Anyone who mattered would be there. Yourself included. Whether Clark liked it or not.

            Pulling up Olivia’s contact, you hit the call button. And the line began to ring.

            You were lounging atop the kitchen island when you heard the lock to the front door begin to unlatch. Then it swung open & Clark appeared. His eyed you momentarily before disarming the system. He had with him a messenger bag, one he hadn’t left with. You narrowed your eyes at it but said nothing.

            As he closed the door behind him, he eyed the length of you, his eyes focusing momentarily on your legs before meeting your own.

            “And what have we been up to today?”

            You shrugged your shoulders but smiled nonetheless, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

            Clark took a step towards you then halted. You watched as his nonchalance morphed into confusion. Then he turned to his left. You followed his line of sight as he stared at the opened door to his office.

            His eyes darkened as he stared at his exposed office.

            “What did you do?” He questioned.

            You hopped off the island than & joined him where he stood. You kept your arms behind your back as you stared into his office with him. You had trashed it some more: clearing his bookshelves of their many hardbacks, tore down framed accolades for his accomplishments off the walls, & practically turned all of the files he had on his past brats into confetti pieces.

            “Leave a bitch alone long enough & she’ll make a mess of your things.” You cooed.

            He turned on you then, grabbing you by the throat.

            But you were quick to shove him off, “Ah, ah, ah.” You raised a single finger, “You’re not in control anymore.”

            “I’m the only one in control.” He hissed through gritted teeth. And once he made way to approach you a second time, a knock sounded on his door.

            Clark froze where he stood as he eyed you with anger.

            “Now,” you began, forcing yourself to produce tears, “let the show begin.”

            “_____!” Olivia’s voice sounded on the other side followed by more hard knocks.

            “You fucking…” Clark muttered when he realized what you had done.

            Embodying the role of a damsel in distress, you moved towards his door & watched him like a hawk as you swung the door open, revealing Olivia as she stared at you wide-eyed.

            “Oh, my god.” She grabbed you & pulled you into a hug before holding your face in her hands, “Where is that creep?”

            You pushed the door open wider, revealing Clark to your best friend.

            “You fucking asshole!” Liv marched into the apartment, “Don’t you ever touch her again! If you come within even a mile of her we’ll have your ass behind bars before you can even wipe it!”

            “Liv.” You tugged on her arm before she could get closer to him, “Please, let’s just go.”

            She whipped her head back to you but not before facing him once more, “You stay the fuck away, you freak.”

            Clark stood there still & silent, but you could feel the rage rolling off him in waves, like a volcano about to explode.

            Liv grabbed you then, hand in hand, as she led you to the door, “You okay?”

            “I am now.” You shuddered, almost believing yourself that you were a victim here.

            “_____.” Clark’s voice was hard & flat.

            You eyed him over your shoulder.

            “You’ll regret this.”

            “Listen here, asshole—” But Before Liv could continue, you forced the two of you out of the apartment.

            “Enough, Liv, let’s go.”

            Then you grabbed the handle of his door & began to close it, but before it closed all the way, & as Clark stood there watching you with burning fire, you sent him one last parting gift. You winked once then shut the door.

            Clark should’ve known better. You were different, you were special.

            And now he knew.

            The ball was in his court. And he better bring his A-game, because you had never lost a round before.

part seven! next part is going to be craaaazy. so stay turned!

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