Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Cecilia peered over her shoulder at him, her chest still heaving from the intensity of her orgasm. He was getting dressed. Bastard , she thought to herself. She didn't have the energy to fight him when he pulled her off the bed, leaving her dangling in front of him again. Mortifying her again through the state of her flushed and obviously aroused body. She wanted to wipe the smirk off his face with sharp nails as he taunted her with the facts right in front of her face. He spoke of hidden desires, which she knew were true. Ceci's world had been opened up to a broad selection of new sensations and emotions. Those of which she had not been ready or prepared for. When Rakith released her, she fought the urge to slap him. To stand up straight and bring her hand down hard across his face. Out of frustration, in several forms, and from her out right despair. The wave of his hand clothed her, but when she looked down at what she was wearing, her face drained of color. Are you... Ceci looked up at him, her gaze hard and annoyed. Of course he was serious. She didn't even have to finish her sentence. Had he not humiliated her enough? The skirt's length bothered her, but it was the sheer, thin material of the blouse that bothered her more. It brushed her nipples in a way that made her insides clench, and she hoped the reaction would go away once she got over the intensity of the last few moments. Something around her neck alarmed her as well. Lifting a slender hand to the base of her throat she gasped, eyes widening at the realization that he had truly turned her into his own little pet. His pet witch of all things. No undergarments and decorated like a dog. Ceci swayed on the odd shoes he'd placed on her, her brows furrowing in distaste at them. I dislike you . I dislike your voice . Your face . Your stupid logic . Your stupid clothes! Ceci snapped, one statement after the next, brushing past him to leave her bedroom. She quickly got used to the shoes on her feet, but she was very much aware of the way each step she took required a sashay of her hips that was likely a lot more alluring than she wanted it to be. She didn't want to attract him any more than necessary, but he had deliberately placed her in something that would make it impossible. Make her master supper. Poison her master with every possible concoction she could think of was more likely. Ceci's cheeks were still flushed red with embarrassment as she entered the kitchen. A mumble under her breath lit the candles and fire again, the small burst of magic bringing her a small comfort. At least some things hadn't changed. The memory of what he caused her to feel was burned into her conscious and every second she recalled it, pressing her thighs together in discomfort and frustration. She hated him. For everything he represented, for everything he did, and for everything he hadn't done yet- but she knew he would do. For everything he made her feel- she despised him. Instead of focusing on things she couldn't change, Cecilia tried to focus on the simple task of preparing a meal. Not because HE wanted supper. But because SHE was hungry. SHE liked to cook. And because SHE needed something to do with her hands that didn't require wringing his neck. Cabinets and drawers were slammed as she collected pots, filling them with water with a wave and a mutter. She had carrots and potatoes ready to slice, and other ingredients to make fresh bread. Ceci didn't want to know what Rakith was doing or saying or thinking. She wanted him gone. However, she knew that wasn't going to happen and she was going to need to adjust. The quicker she adjusted, the better things would be. Or so she hoped.