[OTC] Reluctant
[Set in greypicketfence. Just kind of feeling her out a bit to see what happens. Lilith isn’t binding on any muse. Samael/Sam is likely_evil and used with permission.]
The woman who came off the rack was very, very different from the one who went on. She was fragile, malleable. Someone who didn’t remember much, if anything at all, just shapes and faces that might have related to names once upon a time, but didn’t really anymore. She was just-fresh. A clean slate, waiting to be molded and manipulated.
It took a lot of time for her to get there. Alastair never offered to release her from his hold, just continued to tear her apart, find the small pieces of her and let them reform, before tearing into her again. Lilith didn’t want to give her the option to take control herself. She knew that the girl could be stronger that way-give her control and she could regain some of herself. She wanted to mold her in a way that would make her a good pet. A toy that she could tease and play with, and would enjoy the game. She already had her strong man to break. She wanted a doll to help. So she did Alastair did what he did best, destroyed her until all that was left of her was some twisted kind of innocence. When she came to fetch her finished product, Lilith seemed to be pleased, and the girl that was left didn’t understand how or why, but she was happy that she could please. She wanted to please, more than anything else.
Pleasing meant the pain would stop.
“Hello, Abby,” Lilith said softly, walking over to her and pulling her in close to her. The hold was almost maternal, cuddling the girl against her chest, and brushing a hand over her hair lightly. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Abby didn’t say anything, just digested the information and learned as she went. Abby. Her name was Abby. And she was missed. The feeling warmed the pit of her stomach and she curled in closer. She could see Lilith, see what she was, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that it was a bad thing, Lilith, that Lilith had hurt her before, but she didn’t care anymore. Abby must have done something to earn that hurt, that pain, because Lilith wouldn’t have given it to her otherwise. At least, that was what she believed.
She spent her days with Lilith, and there were good days and bad days. There were days when she pleased her, when Lilith would stroke her hair and murmur praises in her ear, and there were days when she would do something wrong, when she wouldn’t do something the way Lilith liked, and then would come the pain. And the pain was impossible-the kind that threatened to make her head explode if she actually had a physical head to explode. Her body would have broken a long time ago under the strain, but she took the pain, and did her best not to scream. It was her punishment. She hadn’t pleased Lilith, and therefore she should be punished.
Failure meant pain, so Abby did her best not to fail. She didn’t always succeed, and sometimes she didn’t succeed where she originally thought she did, but none of that mattered. What mattered was what Lilith thought, and she learned that sad fact quickly enough.
Today, however, was different. She was being summoned to a different room, one that she hadn’t been in before. It was elegant, almost, different from the room where she had been kept before. Usually Lilith came to her as well, instead of the other way around. When she entered, she could see a shape resting in the bed, his back to her, but there was something about him that was-familiar almost. Like she knew him back when she was bad, when she failed. But that thought was quickly pushed aside when Lilith told her to come to her.
“There you are, love.” Her voice was like music compared to the screams that sat outside the door, and Abby dropped to her knees, scooting closer to the chair and resting her head in Lilith’s lap. “I’d missed you yesterday. Did you miss me?”
Green eyes looked up at her eagerly and she nodded, hesitating slightly before reaching out and curling her fingers around the edge of the material of what Lilith was wearing. It was nothing physical, but it reminded her of silk, the way it flowed softly against her skin. Her eyes went back to the form in the bed, however, watching it carefully as the muscles moved and flexed. She was hesitant to ask, hesitant to know, because she knew the answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn’t figure out what and she didn’t want to fail. So desperately didn’t want to fail.
Lilith watched her for a moment, brushing her hair back lightly, and suddenly there were memories. Memories of her and the shoulders and she knew him. And then there were other memories. Memories that didn’t quite feel real, memories that didn’t quite fit, but they were of pleasure. Of bodies pressing together and skin on skin, but there was something about it that was disorienting. Disconnecting. But she didn’t dare question them, they had to have been real-why would Lilith have given them back to her if they weren’t? She trusted Lilith-she didn’t really have a choice.
“That’s Samael,” Lilith cooed softly, as Abby’s eyes drifted upwards to her, confused. “I thought it might be fun for him to have someone new to play with, don’t you?”
Abby’s eyes widened slightly at that, because she didn’t want to play with anyone else. She didn’t want to have someone else to please. It was too much-she could barely even please Lilith when she was given the opportunity, and now to be subject to someone else? She could feel the protest rising in her throat, and she swallowed it, crushed it, knowing that that would only bring her pain if she did. Instead, she just lowered her head back to Lilith’s thigh and let her continue stroking her hair lightly.
“Good girl.”
She was pleased. An thrill of pleasure ran through Abby’s spine and she smiled slightly, inching herself closer and sorting through the memories, sifting them almost as though she was trying to fit them together when a name fell out, dropping off the edge of her tongue, just like it had been threatening to all along. Now she knew where she knew him from.
Sam.
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The woman who came off the rack was very, very different from the one who went on. She was fragile, malleable. Someone who didn’t remember much, if anything at all, just shapes and faces that might have related to names once upon a time, but didn’t really anymore. She was just-fresh. A clean slate, waiting to be molded and manipulated.
It took a lot of time for her to get there. Alastair never offered to release her from his hold, just continued to tear her apart, find the small pieces of her and let them reform, before tearing into her again. Lilith didn’t want to give her the option to take control herself. She knew that the girl could be stronger that way-give her control and she could regain some of herself. She wanted to mold her in a way that would make her a good pet. A toy that she could tease and play with, and would enjoy the game. She already had her strong man to break. She wanted a doll to help. So she did Alastair did what he did best, destroyed her until all that was left of her was some twisted kind of innocence. When she came to fetch her finished product, Lilith seemed to be pleased, and the girl that was left didn’t understand how or why, but she was happy that she could please. She wanted to please, more than anything else.
Pleasing meant the pain would stop.
“Hello, Abby,” Lilith said softly, walking over to her and pulling her in close to her. The hold was almost maternal, cuddling the girl against her chest, and brushing a hand over her hair lightly. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Abby didn’t say anything, just digested the information and learned as she went. Abby. Her name was Abby. And she was missed. The feeling warmed the pit of her stomach and she curled in closer. She could see Lilith, see what she was, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that it was a bad thing, Lilith, that Lilith had hurt her before, but she didn’t care anymore. Abby must have done something to earn that hurt, that pain, because Lilith wouldn’t have given it to her otherwise. At least, that was what she believed.
She spent her days with Lilith, and there were good days and bad days. There were days when she pleased her, when Lilith would stroke her hair and murmur praises in her ear, and there were days when she would do something wrong, when she wouldn’t do something the way Lilith liked, and then would come the pain. And the pain was impossible-the kind that threatened to make her head explode if she actually had a physical head to explode. Her body would have broken a long time ago under the strain, but she took the pain, and did her best not to scream. It was her punishment. She hadn’t pleased Lilith, and therefore she should be punished.
Failure meant pain, so Abby did her best not to fail. She didn’t always succeed, and sometimes she didn’t succeed where she originally thought she did, but none of that mattered. What mattered was what Lilith thought, and she learned that sad fact quickly enough.
Today, however, was different. She was being summoned to a different room, one that she hadn’t been in before. It was elegant, almost, different from the room where she had been kept before. Usually Lilith came to her as well, instead of the other way around. When she entered, she could see a shape resting in the bed, his back to her, but there was something about him that was-familiar almost. Like she knew him back when she was bad, when she failed. But that thought was quickly pushed aside when Lilith told her to come to her.
“There you are, love.” Her voice was like music compared to the screams that sat outside the door, and Abby dropped to her knees, scooting closer to the chair and resting her head in Lilith’s lap. “I’d missed you yesterday. Did you miss me?”
Green eyes looked up at her eagerly and she nodded, hesitating slightly before reaching out and curling her fingers around the edge of the material of what Lilith was wearing. It was nothing physical, but it reminded her of silk, the way it flowed softly against her skin. Her eyes went back to the form in the bed, however, watching it carefully as the muscles moved and flexed. She was hesitant to ask, hesitant to know, because she knew the answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn’t figure out what and she didn’t want to fail. So desperately didn’t want to fail.
Lilith watched her for a moment, brushing her hair back lightly, and suddenly there were memories. Memories of her and the shoulders and she knew him. And then there were other memories. Memories that didn’t quite feel real, memories that didn’t quite fit, but they were of pleasure. Of bodies pressing together and skin on skin, but there was something about it that was disorienting. Disconnecting. But she didn’t dare question them, they had to have been real-why would Lilith have given them back to her if they weren’t? She trusted Lilith-she didn’t really have a choice.
“That’s Samael,” Lilith cooed softly, as Abby’s eyes drifted upwards to her, confused. “I thought it might be fun for him to have someone new to play with, don’t you?”
Abby’s eyes widened slightly at that, because she didn’t want to play with anyone else. She didn’t want to have someone else to please. It was too much-she could barely even please Lilith when she was given the opportunity, and now to be subject to someone else? She could feel the protest rising in her throat, and she swallowed it, crushed it, knowing that that would only bring her pain if she did. Instead, she just lowered her head back to Lilith’s thigh and let her continue stroking her hair lightly.
“Good girl.”
She was pleased. An thrill of pleasure ran through Abby’s spine and she smiled slightly, inching herself closer and sorting through the memories, sifting them almost as though she was trying to fit them together when a name fell out, dropping off the edge of her tongue, just like it had been threatening to all along. Now she knew where she knew him from.
Sam.
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