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Siri clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth at his dig, and flashed him a wild grin. "You were in the dirty part of the Underground just as much as I was, pot." Yet, there was more truth to his statement than he realized, seeing as Siri spent most of her time back home tripping balls in subway tunnels. They weren't exactly sewers, but they were damp, underground, dark, and crawling with rats and roaches all the same.

So, he was right - she was no where near a fence with which to compare herself to him. She pocketed that bit of degrading information, felt herself sink a little lower, and turned her attention to the baggie he'd produced. Felt herself rise up high again, and at the sparkling sight of the small white pills, she felt her mouth water. "Oh, shit." She breathed, and cackled a bit, "Do you have any idea how heavy that is? Mister Sasha Big-Shot, rolling deeper than I expected." Siri rolled onto the balls of her feet, and sweetly tip-toed towards him. Her hand returned now, open, anticipating, and fingers splayed to claw that sweet bag.

"Give it to me now, then. I won't take any until you're done, promise. You're bigger than me, so how do I know I'll actually get the bag once you do whatever you're gonna do? Give it here."
 
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“I was taking a shot at myself, not you – but if it applies, feel free.” He couldn’t help but be somewhat pleased at her acceptance of the insult, if one could call it that. Certainly her little fighting ring had people who had broken down fences too many times to count, and he appreciated the bit of honesty.

Certainly made things easier. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but he knew she couldn’t exactly teleport – unless she’d been hiding it for quite a while, now, but he doubted that. “…Fine.” He dropped the little bag into her hand. “Are we set, then?”
 
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She quipped a brow at his admission, blinking rapidly. "Oh. I didn't think they had money and lawyer friends in the sewers. What've I been doing wrong?"

That train of thought ended quite abruptly when the glossy silken wonder of the baggie had hit her hand, and she could feel the pockets of her physical happiness within. She swallowed hard, and hardly managed to conduct herself civilly as she placed them into her bag with a delicacy she didn't know she was capable of. "Yeah. Definitely set now."

With that, the blonde spun on her heel, her skirt dancing out around her. "Ten seconds, right?" She sighed, bracing her hands against the chains of the swing before her. Siri, against all instinct, stood perfectly still. "One~..."
 
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As Sasha retrieved his favourite fountain pen from his pocket, the thought crossed his mind that he didn’t particularly like Siri’s voice. If he’d known she was going to count with that greedy tone in her words, clearly just waiting for ten seconds to be up so she could go home and forget her own name, maybe he would have just said to stand still for “a while”.

He took the pen in both hands and twisted, separating the ink cartridge from the case, though in this case the cartridge was a syringe, and the ink, blood. With one hand he pulled up the girl’s sleeve and then pricked the skin underneath. He emptied the contents of the syringe, letting out a sharp breath at the sudden intake of information, pulled it out, and put it back in its rightful place. With that, he tucked his pen back into his jacket. Why he hadn’t gotten anyone infected like this was anyone’s guess.

Funny thing about magic, it usually helped work that sort of thing out for you. Sasha closed his eyes for a moment, though this only had the disorienting result of making Siri’s eyes his main point of view. It had really been too long since he did this.

Her thoughts buzzed around in his head, generally about the wonderful, expensive drugs she’d be bringing home tonight and some apprehension about what had just happened. Sasha opened his eyes again, seeing both Siri and the swing behind her, and took a moment to orient himself.

“Thank you. If you so wish to struggle you can do so starting now, but otherwise I’d like to escort you at least part of the way back to the school grounds.”

With that, he began to walk in the general direction of Starlight Academy, and whether or not she felt like it, she’d be walking with him.
 
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"Two... Three..." The girl rattled on, twining her fingers betwixt the links in the swing chains. She seemed unconcerned about what the Russian might do to her, despite the fact that her main instructions were to not look, impliedly, and not struggle. Surely, he'd either tickle her or hurt her - there was no other explanation. But, what was the worst he could do? She'd perked at the sounds of plastic bits rattling about behind her, felt him pushing up her sleeve. "...Fou-OW!"

She stiffened, eyes flared wide as the familiar pressure of a needle buried into her arm. Her hands clamped around the chains like a vice now, her white-knuckled grip the only thing preventing her from swinging around and clawing his eyes out. "FIVESIXSEVEN!" The girl snarled, and chose to project anger to mask the mounting dread sitting cold in her heart.

She'd fucked up royally. She should have never let him done this.

Once she'd reached ten, it was too late. "What the fuck was that, you asshole?!" She shrieked, dark eyes snapping with fire, "I'm not your fucking science experiment! What was that shit?!" She wanted to turn to fully pin him with her hatred, perhaps to also send her fist flying into his face, but instead she found her legs moving of their own accord. She nearly didn't even notice it was involuntary at first, but when she did...

"Fuck YOU!" She shrilled, attempting to tense every muscle in her leg to keep them firmly planted - and failing miserably, instead falling in step behind him. Now that the implications of what he'd done to her, what this control was had finally dawned upon her, Siri was starting to truly panic. "S-Stop, Sasha." She ground, mustering as much ominous heat into her voice as possible while her heart was thudding violently against her chest.
 
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The rage filled his head as if it was his own. Sasha compartmentalized it as Siri’s rage, born from Siri’s sense of betrayal, born from Siri’s own stupid desperation and trust. If he’d meant her any real harm, her organs could have been separated from her body already.

Because he was busy doing this, he didn’t answer her questions. She was the one who’d brought this upon herself, after all, and her misplaced optimism hadn’t gotten her anywhere. She probably deserved a little scare, trying to the upper side of the deal as she was. If she was trying to trick him into giving away something valuable, she could have at least brought a better hand.

He sighed as she swore at him, keeping both their eyes on the road ahead of them. “I’d ask what the hell you expected but it’s already obvious you’re bad at making good decisions. Is this how you react when scared? You make generally angry noises, but the fear is entirely obvious in your voice and you degenerate into making whimpery threats. It’s disappointing. You run a fighting ring, Siri, the least you could do is put up a good fight.”
 
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Siri herself wasn't particularly adept at fighting, especially since a good amount of her muscle mass had deteriorated to give way to her skeletal physique. And yet, upon his complaining of her lack of prowess, shame boiled up to paint her cheeks red. Indeed, she'd been duped, and they both knew it. She'd cast her eyes down with some degree of longing to the bag where her drugs were stashed, but annoyingly she found she was being forced to stare straight ahead.

"A fighting ring? I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Is that why you've done this to me? Some fuck up thinks I'm someone else and sends a hit?" She retorted, slowly maneuvering her hands into her satchel and feeling around for her pills, "I mean, I thought you'd probably do something shitty, but I didn't think you'd rape my entire body." No, it wasn't literally rape, but the accusation was the strongest thing she could think of to properly describe the primal violation and lack of control she felt. "Or maybe the real rape comes later, eh, Sasha? Is that what this is about?"

It had meant to be an empty threat, a barb to abuse his character just enough for him to possibly rethink abducting her body. However, as the real possibility of that fate sunk in, a thick, choking terror overwhelmed Siri. She grasped about more violently for her pills, making no bones about searching for them now. In fact, the girl mentally bucked with renewed vigor, almost exhausting herself to merely attempt to drag her eyes away from the road and bolt off in the opposite direction, deep into the thick of the woods.

Now, Sasha might feel a presence pressing against him, a psychic touch, feather-light, urging him to sleep. It was certainly different from the vibe he'd be getting from Siri : unfiltered horror, a raging headache, and the straining plea of her plot to glamor him to sleep. No, this impression was soft and reassuring, as warm and safe as a down bed where he could rest his weary head.
 
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“Sorry, I meant your particularly enthusiastic gamer’s club. But do I still look like a professional, after all these years? I’m flattered.”

There was the option of stopping Siri from doing anything he didn’t make her, and Sasha considered it – it would be an effective terror attack, certainly. But he wasn’t sure how long he could keep that up, and if she managed to break through, it would certainly cause him quite a literal headache. As it was he let her stretch her abilities somewhat – though he was caught completely off-guard by her comment. Rape? What part of this was rape? He wasn’t even touching her, let alone in a sexual manner! There was an honest look of confusion in both his expression and his tone as he spoke. “Why would I rape you? You don’t honestly think I have nothing better to do?”

She honestly thought he was going to do it! Of all the ways to get someone to struggle, he hadn’t thought the threat of sexual assault would be one.

He grunted and staggered at a dull but strong pain in his head, like someone bending the very plates of his skull. The sheer terror in her mind was terribly distracting. It broke his focus considerably, not to mention the fact that she was actively fighting it, now.

A sudden, calm presence in his mind was a welcome relief that he immediately fought away due to his own paranoia. “Ah.” There was a bit of strain in his voice, but only a bit. “So this is what you were doing that morning – “ here he let out a soft hiss of pain “ – I’m more out of practice than I thought.”

“You may… want to try a different approach, though.” He was distracted, certainly, but sharing the mind of an extremely terrified and extremely awake young woman makes it rather difficult to fall asleep. He continued to push the two of them forward, though with more difficulty at this point.
 
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Against all of the odds, despite her crippling fear of imminent rape and potential disembowelment, Siri found herself wholly affronted by Sasha's genuinely confused comment. True, he'd done well enough to defuse her worries for the time being, but... his excuse that he wasn't going to rape her was that he had better things to do? It was now, as she was glaring daggers into Sasha's back due to the surprising offensiveness of his comment, that she'd faltered...

The hell was wrong with her, getting pissed about something like that? She quite literally shook the feeling off with a self-berating shake of her head, blinking widely. Well, at least he probably wasn't going to rape her.

Still, her feet continued their casual stroll against her will, and she'd gotten nowhere trying to break away from whatever spell this was, or trying to put him to sleep. Luckily, her finger just now grazed against the reassuring plastic of the baggie he'd gave her, and with unflinching speed, Siri procured one... no, two pills, and popped them into her mouth. This was a bit more than she usually went for, honestly, for she'd already had a bump of a few other fun chemicals about an hour prior to seeing Sasha.

She needed it, though, to be quite okay with being stabbed with a needle and subsequently losing control of her body. Might as well lose control of everything, at this point.

"So..." She began, crushing the pills between her teeth, "...what are you doing this for?"

(( Sorry about the wait! ))
 
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The pressure on his mind suddenly melted away, followed by a mysterious flood of anger. Where was this coming from? Sasha didn’t know what to say, but he realized after a bit that Siri was… offended? “Don’t worry”, he said lightly, “if you’re really that desperate to be sodomized by an older man I’m sure you can find a better candidate elsewhere.”

Sasha wondered if he couldn’t understand the minds of women, or just ordinary citizens. Actually, an ordinary citizen, male or female, would have never gotten into this situation in general. Maybe Siri was just exceptional(ly stupid), which was why she made an easy test subject.

He wasn’t sure if the balance was tipping towards “bewildered” or “entertained”, but she didn’t seem to be struggling anymore. Even after he’d actively encouraged it, she wasn’t struggling anymore. It seemed he’d failed to account for her… laziness, or acceptance, or whatever, and what was starting to become an interesting mental battle was now just a stroll in the park. She probably wouldn’t fight now unless she thought she was genuinely in danger, and he didn’t know if he wanted to bother.

Unfortunately, with all this pondering and struggling and surprise, Sasha had somehow missed what Siri was actually doing until it was too late and he tasted an odd, bitter sort of taste against her tongue. He flinched slightly away from it, accidentally causing her to flinch as well, and then inwardly cursed his negligence. He’d given her the real deal, and he wasn’t sure how well he’d handle a hallucinogen in this state, but well.

At least it made things more interesting. “Well, most of my abilities have deteriorated since I left Russia,” he said simply, now not only forcing the girl along but trying to ignore the strange feeling in her throat. “I thought I should see to what extent these ones had, and you seemed a good candidate, seeing as you’re easily manipulated and have plenty of things to hide.”

“I never know when I might be forced to go back to work. I’d like to be prepared, or I’ll end up regretting it.”

((UNACCEPTABLE. FIFTY LASHES.))
 
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