Greta Martin | Born 1992 | Witch FC Tessa Thompson {Independent rp blog. ~Selective~. Some RP Gifs are mine, but not all. NOT A PHOTO SENSITIVE BLOG. Also Triggers & NSFW 21+} I am not Tessa Thompson (i doubt that woman has time to play on the internet) I like character anons. Gimme Dem!
Maverick has been plotting his revenge for a long, long time. And what came in best use for this result? Mushrooms.
He used the typical methods fae were accustomed with. A fairy circle to create lethargy and confusion, a blue spore cloud to muddle her senses further, and finally he shoved a shroom in her mouth to muffle her screams if she awoke before he got the restraints properly fastened on her.
“Why make the effort to come up with things on my own, when I can implement how well you have taught me,” he came closer to her, blinking and his eyes changed to a shade of green, and seeming more reptilian than ever with a second set of eyelids.
“Oh my, in a hurry to achieve the ultimate end? No, I won’t be so kind on you. I don’t want this game to end at all, and who can forget that you’re the one who started it? Motherless… how you wound me. I may be motherless but you… you are godless. Also- makes me think you’re projecting, in a way. Are you the one who is motherless? Or even- where is your father? Do they even know what is happening to their babygirl?”
He thought it would be fair to mention them, since she brought it up first. She did all those atrocities to him first. So why should he be so forgiving?
“Don’t worry, I’ll be your daddy tonight,” he teased, squeezing her ass tightly, before pulling his taut hand back and then slapping her right between both of her cheeks.
“That’s what you get, for being such a brat,” he spoke in a velvety, deeper voice than usual, one that he reserved for moments of pleasure. “Be lucky I’m slapping your cheeks below, and not the ones on your face. I swear, I can still feel your handprints when I am trying to sleep at night. You’ve visited me in nightmares every single night since,” he slapped her once more, then three in a row, until he felt her body jump in pain. “Cry for me… cry for daddy.”
Greta looked into his eyes, unafraid to do so until they changed, moving in a way she’d never seen before. Was that real or another one of his glamours? The sight was unnerving and she blinked several times to banish the image from her mind’s eye.
“Is that how you became prince? Stealing ideas from more intelligent parties, claiming them as your own?” She tested her restraints but they wouldn’t budge, he’d secured her. The witch grimaced at his proximity, not bothering to correct him on the status of their little game. Oh no, she’d only invited him -as she’d been invited all those years ago- but never mind her, this game was older than him.
Greta flinched when he called her godless. She didn’t know why but it struck her deeply, like she had no home, like she was alone in the world. When he brought up her family she struggled again, this time baring her teeth at him.
“You shut your mouth, you fucking worm! You know nothing about … nothing! Fucking useless waste!” He was too close to her and she began to struggle in earnest, jerking her body to exploit any opportunity of slack. And then his hands were on her, squeezing before his hand connected with her bottom with a sobering thwack.
“Let me loose and I’ll give you something to feel!” Her teeth were bared, her eyes blurry and stinging with fury. This was humiliating and she could only count her blessings no one was here to witness it. He loved to talk, and if her mind was wild with thoughts of escape, she might have had the luxury of picking through them to pitch back into his face … but she was near crazy at the thought of not being in control when she was near him. This was just wrong.
“You’re gonna regret this!” She was sobbing now, in anger and frustration … humiliation. “When I get out of this … you are going to pay! I’ll make sure of it! So you better finish the job, you bastard!”
Maverick has been plotting his revenge for a long, long time. And what came in best use for this result? Mushrooms.
He used the typical methods fae were accustomed with. A fairy circle to create lethargy and confusion, a blue spore cloud to muddle her senses further, and finally he shoved a shroom in her mouth to muffle her screams if she awoke before he got the restraints properly fastened on her.
“Why make the effort to come up with things on my own, when I can implement how well you have taught me,” he came closer to her, blinking and his eyes changed to a shade of green, and seeming more reptilian than ever with a second set of eyelids.
“Oh my, in a hurry to achieve the ultimate end? No, I won’t be so kind on you. I don’t want this game to end at all, and who can forget that you’re the one who started it? Motherless… how you wound me. I may be motherless but you… you are godless. Also- makes me think you’re projecting, in a way. Are you the one who is motherless? Or even- where is your father? Do they even know what is happening to their babygirl?”
He thought it would be fair to mention them, since she brought it up first. She did all those atrocities to him first. So why should he be so forgiving?
“Don’t worry, I’ll be your daddy tonight,” he teased, squeezing her ass tightly, before pulling his taut hand back and then slapping her right between both of her cheeks.
“That’s what you get, for being such a brat,” he spoke in a velvety, deeper voice than usual, one that he reserved for moments of pleasure. “Be lucky I’m slapping your cheeks below, and not the ones on your face. I swear, I can still feel your handprints when I am trying to sleep at night. You’ve visited me in nightmares every single night since,” he slapped her once more, then three in a row, until he felt her body jump in pain. “Cry for me… cry for daddy.”
Greta looked into his eyes, unafraid to do so until they changed, moving in a way she’d never seen before. Was that real or another one of his glamours? The sight was unnerving and she blinked several times to banish the image from her mind’s eye.
“Is that how you became prince? Stealing ideas from more intelligent parties, claiming them as your own?” She tested her restraints but they wouldn’t budge, he’d secured her. The witch grimaced at his proximity, not bothering to correct him on the status of their little game. Oh no, she’d only invited him -as she’d been invited all those years ago- but this game was older than her.
“Oh my god, I had a revelation. What if this whole thing is a farce and you’re just really good at pretending to be a surly drunk all the time because you think it makes you repulsive or something, but it just doesn’t work on really stubborn and/or stupid people?”
“Is that it? Is this a way of weeding people out …? ‘Cause if so, it’s really- clever.”
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