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

A stubborn shift in her jaw kept her glare on point as he taunted her for her ignorance. She didn't exactly have anyone to consult for guidance. Ceci also hadn't planned on summoning a damn prince. Her goal had been a much weaker demon and she didn't understand what had gone so wrong. If she ever got the chance she planned to extensively examine her notes on the summoning and figure out what had gone awry. She refused to accept his statement about her soul, she would fight him on it tooth and nail. Ceci would never admit to losing her soul to a demon. Her grandmother would have been furious and disappointed in her. She was likely rolling in her grave. Her back bumped the wall, the chill of the stone making her shiver. But it was his fingertips guiding her chin that made her freeze. The only warmth she felt was the growing bulge pressing against her belly as she stared up at him. Perhaps clothes didn't make him any less dangerous. A lump formed in her throat, her body had nowhere to run, and she was left to the desires of a demon. She regretted her foolish choices and inwardly cursed herself. Belonging to a demon for eternity was not one of her priorities in life. Sure, he was not without his charms, but he was what he was. The threat and promise of using her body was soon followed by his grip around her wrists, pinning them above her head. Ceci tried to avoid his touch, but the large hands that controlled her left no chance of escape. With her hands restrained above her head, her body was exposed for his view. Ceci bit the inside of her cheek, tasting blood and trying not to make any sounds to betray the terror in her veins. The warm brush of his breath against her neck caused goosebumps along the length of her body. Her name. He knew her name already. She really was lost, he had her. A demon was never allowed to have your name unless it was clearly summoned and under your full control, it was one of the few things she remembered from when her grandmother summoned. Grandmother. You knew of my grandmother? She asked, surprise and interest flashing through and slicing her defiant glare. Her grandmother had been a strong witch, one of the strongest in their line. She had made promises that Cecilia would one day surpass her and become a powerful witch, but before her training could be complete, everyone was dead. Ceci hadnt been expecting the kiss, her mind still reeling over the fact that the demon knew her family. When his lips seized her, a gasp parted her delicate petals, her body arching against him from the force and intensity. He owns me , She thought fearfully, her wrists struggling in his grip. Her heart was in her throat, her lips burning and her skin suddenly sensitive to every brush against his chest that her squirming to get away caused. Ceci was panting when he pulled away, lightheaded and trembling as he whispered to her. Damn you She cursed. All curiosity that had been previously apparent in her gaze was gone, only revulsion and anger filled her emerald orbs. Don't you keep the souls of the dead , Ceci snapped, I'm not dead...You may have my body in your hands, but my soul remains mine until the day I draw my last breath.... She tried to reason with him, attempting to pull whatever knowledge on the concept out of the recesses of her mind that she had. Wasn't that how it worked? Ceci cursed herself, wishing she had remembered more from her training nine years earlier. But God , her body. He couldn't have her body. She continued to tug on her wrists, her back scratching against the rough stone of the wall as she tried to pull away. Don't you have enough souls and pets to keep you amused...? The magic she had lost when he broke her circle was slowly returning to her. If she could gain back a little more strength she could try to get away from him.