The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Bethany]

Little cat? Ewww. "What have I caught?" She very deliberately, openly, looks him up and down. "A petty social-climber, seeking to charm and praise his way up to nobility by over-awing and then seducing a teenage girl. A creep, a two-faced snake-oil salesmen and an abuser." She smiles broadly, eyes wide. "All in all... slime with pretensions.

[GamesMaster]

He doesn't flinch back; if anything, his smile grows. "Have you told anyone about your... delusions?" he adds, smooth as silk. "Perhaps you need a tonic."

[Bethany]

Beth scoffs. "Of course I have. You do remember my dear friend, right? Miss zi'Marass?" And the daughter of a much bigger Light. Yeah, get bent. "I could almost admire your... ambition, but given your target is my twin..." She shrugs a little. "Sorry, but I can't allow you to hurt her any more than you already have."

[GamesMaster]

"Mm," he says, soothingly. "My dear, I do believe you're quite overwrought. Simply overcome with delusions. Unless, of course, you're playing some trick or prank," he adds, and the smile hardens a touch into a smirk. "In which case I'm certain your mother will wish to know about it."

[Bethany]

A slight wince acknowledges that counter. "I'm sure she would, provided she can remember she has more than one daughter right now with all the 'tonics' you've convinced her to take." Most of what Leandra takes is her own choice, many dating back to before Jadan was in the picture at all. But the agent has suggested one or two new ones, which is all the justification Bethany needs to blame the monster her mother has become on him.  "But I am sure the guard would be even more interested in your doings. Particularly some of your more... unusual business ventures?" He has to be into some shady shit.

[GamesMaster]

Now Jadan stands, shaking his head as he moves around the little table toward her. He always moves gracefully, his footfalls soft, his lean muscles elegant, his motions smooth -- but now he stalks like a cat, like a great big predator with prey in its gaze. "Poor dear," he murmurs, reaching to put a hand on her shoulder. "So entirely overcome. We shall perhaps have to have you sent to the Danvers Center, for your own safety."

[Bethany]

Stiffening slightly, Beth lifts her head in an attempt to hide her nerves. Need more. "Please- if such a thing we're to happen, my contingencies would make you most.. inconvenienced. They are most protective of their Lights, the Lantern. Can you really risk a true, uncompromised investigation into your affairs, JaJa?"

[GamesMaster]

Enough games. She is nothing. I can feast tonight, after so long. "You think yourself clever, cat?" he asks, his hand tightening painfully on her shoulder. "A shame you've had a nervous breakdown. Poor thing."

That's all the warning she gets before she's hauled out of the chair, pressed up against the wall. He grips the front of her gown with his other hand, twisting it to put pressure on her neck, to make it clear if she moves wrong she'll have no air. He takes no care to prevent her head from hitting the wall as he moves her; the hand that was on her shoulder shifts to try and grab her right wrist to prevent her from casting.

[Bethany]

Thankfully for Beth, she'd not been entirely naive about the possible consequences of her little gambit. When her head hits the wall, the impact is reduced to a mild pressure by the magical armour spell she'd cast earlier. She nevertheless gasps and flounders for a moment, having thought her threats of repercussions more protective than they actually were. 

"No blow- too low!" She gasps out, grateful this spell needs only words. At the last word, Jadan is treated to the sensation of someone using one finger to flick a testicle rather smartly.

[GamesMaster]

He smirks at that, his cock rousing to the challenge she presents. Hello there, little cat. You'll be an entertaining one.

Then he uses his grip on her dress to tug her forward, slam her into the wall again -- this time much harder, hoping to knock her loopy. I'll need to gag her, but that's no trouble. Zev should be nearby.

[Bethany]

Her head swims, dizziness and nausea flooding her. After an unknown moment, she manages to incant another spell- thankfully, as he's already touching her, she doesn't need to fight through and tag him to affect him. "Slip, slop, off a dock. Slip, slop, doff your cock," she mumbles, a part of her disgusted with that bit of doggerel. And also wishing she had better offensive spells- most of her stuff is more subtle, little things that might go unnoticed, or designed to help her slip about in secret. Aside from low blow, she has this spell, that makes the target less graceful by a crippling degree for almost a minute or... Oh yeah. I should scream.

[GamesMaster]

She's jerked, tossed, and feels the weight of a spell settle over her as Jadan activates another tattoo: the air feels more thick, everything around them further away, making it harder to overhear. Then she feels the sofa beneath her, and he's binding her hands, one knee on her pelvis to hold her down. 

"I'm going to enjoy this," he purrs, leaving her bound hands to pop open a few buttons on her dress. I should take her back to my quarters if I'm going to do more than touch -- no, just a taste. Just enough to break her, making the case easier that she's mad. He casts once more, the weight of the spell this time sinking into her mind: "Don't scream, little cat, you'll disturb your sister's rest." 

[Bethany]

Bethany squirms, her brain fighting to process what's happening. Jadan's body, even his voice, is rather similar to Zevran's. And, aside from the pain in her head, the spells, this is not entirely dissimilar to scenes she's done with her nighttime lover. Combined with the pressure on her pelvis, the ties around her wrist... Thankfully, her brain is able to override her confused body and keep her fighting. "Get- get off- I will- guards will-"

[GamesMaster]

"Nobody's coming for you," sneers Jadan, as he reaches down to caress the side of one of her freshly-exposed breasts. His fingers trail to her nipple -- and he pinches it, as hard as he can, just to watch her squirm and writhe beneath him. "Why would they bother?" he asks, almost casually.

[Bethany]

"Be- ah!" Beth's breath rushes out at the pinch and the nipple hardens between his fingers. "Bastard! Per-pervert. Go to the hells!"