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[Nov 19] [Original Fiction] Compromises
Title: Compromises
Day/Theme: November 19 / villains in love (ulterior motives at cross-purposes)
Series: Original fiction
Character/Pairing:Cyn/Shem
Rating: R for rape and child abuse
Excerpt: “Why are you here?” Shem exclaimed, covering her clothed body with the jade-green bedsheets.
The intruder stood in the middle of the doorframe, arms lazily strewn over his head, leaning forwards slightly. “It's about time I collect my first payment, don't you think?”
“We haven't finished changing the world yet.”
“We've only started. That is reason enough for me to get my down payment.”
Shem fumed, and at once, shook. Her dark adversary slinked deeper into the room.
“I like men's bodies, you know,” she stammered for excuses.
“Didn't you tell me once you preferred women?”
“Their attitude,” Shem corrected.
“That is what you want, huh... a man with a woman's nonsense.”
The little light trailing in the room flickered, and something changed. Shem thought it was the other's gender but that couldn't be possible. It wasn't as if she really knew Cyn's gender.
Cyn lurched deeper into the room, the darkness, and burrowed under the covers, capturing the woman's body in his arms.
“Stop it, I command you. Cyn!” Shem ordered in vain.
“This is out of your control.” Cyn pushed her down and stared thickly at her trembling form. “Unless you want to give up on your dream.”
“I... I don't.” Shem closed her eyes, preferring not to watch herself be violated.
“Your clothes. They're in the way.” Cyn tugged at the garments that Shem relentlessly held back in place.
“You don't need to take them off.”
“If you must do this, you may as well enjoy it,” Cyn proposed. To her scowling face, he said, “if you want something, there must be sacrifices. You knew this would come. You know that as long as you order me to make your perfect world, it will come again and again.”
Cyn yanked her underwear down furiously and thrusted inside of her. Shem's breath hitched. She hissed in rhythm with his thrusts. She hated pain and humiliation; combined, they were dreadful. Her sanity seemed to split, just as Cyn split her body in two.
The pain became nonexistent later on, replaced with numbness. Shem counted idly while Cyn took her.
She had thought it was enough to do this, but eventually Cyn suggested they marry, on account of making their growing empire appear stable-- and for the child she was carrying.
“Besides...” Cyn said, “I want you all to myself. Leaving you unmarried means anyone can have you. I won't allow that as long as this empire stands.”
X
Eight years after the child was born, eight years since the empire had began to stand tall and just, Shem was tutoring her child about politics in the garden.
“Mom, do you like how dad runs the empire?”
“What do you mean?” Shem's brow furrowed.
“It feels wrong. I've seen the people... they look sad. And why are people who think differently killed? Why can't everyone think as they like?”
“Because people who do not treat others kindly must be killed.”
“Isn't that hypocritical?”
Shem raised her hand to the child and bit her lip. She couldn't believe him- this thing that came out of her. It was a part of her, right? It should feel as she does. It should agree that this world had been twisted before she came across Cyn.
You have no idea what I have done to make this world possible. The blow knocked the child off his chair.
Day/Theme: November 19 / villains in love (ulterior motives at cross-purposes)
Series: Original fiction
Character/Pairing:Cyn/Shem
Rating: R for rape and child abuse
Excerpt: “Why are you here?” Shem exclaimed, covering her clothed body with the jade-green bedsheets.
The intruder stood in the middle of the doorframe, arms lazily strewn over his head, leaning forwards slightly. “It's about time I collect my first payment, don't you think?”
“We haven't finished changing the world yet.”
“We've only started. That is reason enough for me to get my down payment.”
Shem fumed, and at once, shook. Her dark adversary slinked deeper into the room.
“I like men's bodies, you know,” she stammered for excuses.
“Didn't you tell me once you preferred women?”
“Their attitude,” Shem corrected.
“That is what you want, huh... a man with a woman's nonsense.”
The little light trailing in the room flickered, and something changed. Shem thought it was the other's gender but that couldn't be possible. It wasn't as if she really knew Cyn's gender.
Cyn lurched deeper into the room, the darkness, and burrowed under the covers, capturing the woman's body in his arms.
“Stop it, I command you. Cyn!” Shem ordered in vain.
“This is out of your control.” Cyn pushed her down and stared thickly at her trembling form. “Unless you want to give up on your dream.”
“I... I don't.” Shem closed her eyes, preferring not to watch herself be violated.
“Your clothes. They're in the way.” Cyn tugged at the garments that Shem relentlessly held back in place.
“You don't need to take them off.”
“If you must do this, you may as well enjoy it,” Cyn proposed. To her scowling face, he said, “if you want something, there must be sacrifices. You knew this would come. You know that as long as you order me to make your perfect world, it will come again and again.”
Cyn yanked her underwear down furiously and thrusted inside of her. Shem's breath hitched. She hissed in rhythm with his thrusts. She hated pain and humiliation; combined, they were dreadful. Her sanity seemed to split, just as Cyn split her body in two.
The pain became nonexistent later on, replaced with numbness. Shem counted idly while Cyn took her.
She had thought it was enough to do this, but eventually Cyn suggested they marry, on account of making their growing empire appear stable-- and for the child she was carrying.
“Besides...” Cyn said, “I want you all to myself. Leaving you unmarried means anyone can have you. I won't allow that as long as this empire stands.”
X
Eight years after the child was born, eight years since the empire had began to stand tall and just, Shem was tutoring her child about politics in the garden.
“Mom, do you like how dad runs the empire?”
“What do you mean?” Shem's brow furrowed.
“It feels wrong. I've seen the people... they look sad. And why are people who think differently killed? Why can't everyone think as they like?”
“Because people who do not treat others kindly must be killed.”
“Isn't that hypocritical?”
Shem raised her hand to the child and bit her lip. She couldn't believe him- this thing that came out of her. It was a part of her, right? It should feel as she does. It should agree that this world had been twisted before she came across Cyn.
You have no idea what I have done to make this world possible. The blow knocked the child off his chair.