Property of the Shadow Demon

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She had said something...but what was it? The question playing over and over again in her mind as she wandered through the darkened hallway she currently found herself trapped within. How long had she been walking? What time was it? For that matter, where was she? The thought crossing her mind and bringing her feet to a stop, only to raise another odd fact into question.

Why were her footsteps making no sounds?

A sudden chill running down her spine as the realization that something was not right began to sink in. She wasn't one to scare easily, but as she stood there, suddenly calling out within her mind for her other half, fear began to creep its way into the corners of her mind. The empty corners, for that matter.

Time and time again she cried out for Kazumi, trying to figure out where she was, where they were. Any other time she would have assumed she was simply locked away within her home, inside of Kaz's head. But this was not home. This was not what her prison looked like.

Then, for the first time in all her wandering, a chill began to creep over her body. At first she thought it only from the fear that was settling in, from the odd silence that met her cries for her other half, but then it began to come clear. It was not the her that stood here that felt it, for the her that stood here was nothing more than a figment of her imagination, a dream perhaps. No, the chill was something that was settling in upon her actual physical body, and yet with this realization, there were no answers, only more questions.

But then, at the far end of the hall, there was a faint glow. One that she could only assume was a light of some form and that is where her feet began to carry her. Slowly at first, one foot in front of the other, and then as the seconds ticked by, the pace would pick up, until she was running at full speed toward that glow. That shimmering, faint hope for salvation from being lost forever, because the only other time she could remember this happening was when she had almost been vanquished forever.

She ran and she ran and she ran some more, and yet nothing drew her closer. Each step only seemed to carry her a step forward and then back, jogging in place like a hamster on one of those wheels. And yet she continued to try, her mind struggling to figure out what was going on.

Then, out of nowhere, it hit her. Like a brick to the face, the image of her in that parking lot as she was shoved toward that truck. That all too commanding tone telling her to get in, and yet she had refused.

But then what had happened?

She raked her brain to try and figure it out, struggling to breath as she stopped running and turned her focus to that memory. She had walked way, Legion left standing by his truck that he had undoubtedly stolen....and...and then....

Suddenly she would shoot awake, a loud gasp echoing throughout the room as she sat up and quickly moved her hands over her face. She had been walking away when something had covered her mouth and nose, suffocating the life from her until the darkness had set in.

It took her a moment to finally catch onto what was happening, or at least what had happened, before black eyes would shift about to see where exactly she was. Yet, she could not see anything. The room, whatever it was, wherever it was, was completely black. Every ounce of light snuffed out by the darkness that hung both inside and out.

Slowly, she would move to stand, only to find that she wore no shoes, only her jeans and a small t-shirt. Her jacket most likely left behind at the club. Hence the chill that was settling into her flesh. The night air having grown colder since she last remembered, and being inside of this building, it was only intensified, especially as bare feet now pressed into the cold concrete flooring below.

"Legion!" Anger and venom in her voice as she growled forth his name, listening to it echo from the walls. Slowly, her arms would wrap about herself, an attempt to stave off some of the cold. All the while her feet slowly shuffling forward so that she could try and find a wall, any wall, so that she may follow it until she was able to find a door and leave this place behind her.

"This is not funny! Turn on the fucking lights or let me out!!" Growling as her hand connected with a firm, cold steel wall, only proving to make her shiver that much harder. The definite drop in temperature signalling that either it was much later than it had been before, or they were near water.

Either way, she did not linger on the thought, instead choosing to follow along the wall, feeling it out until fingers fell upon what she thought was a door. Slowly, her hand would curl about the handle, a firm jerk applied with all her strength and yet...the door would not budge. Again she tried. Again nothing.

On the third try, she finally heard it. A chain, clearly on the other side of the door, locking her in. Just the thought of why she would be locked in enough to cause her to growl rather sharply, crimson bleeding into those black eyes which refracted in the darkness, creating a rather ominous little shimmer, and yet, hidden within the darkness, within those eyes and behind that growl, was an innocent look of pure uncertainty and fear. The child like mind coming out of her as she would press her hand to the wall, and begin to moving along it once more....her motions a little more frantic now. No attempt to hide this fear as she felt safe that the darkness would conceal her child like manners and fears from anyone who would or could be watching.

[Legion]

Oh, man. Legion had been so mad when she tried to walk away from it. To say that he had been seeing red? That would have been an understatement, one that could probably match on par with understatement of the century really. She was his, his alone and she thought she could walk away from him?! She thought his threats were idle ones?! Legion couldn't do anything but laugh at the time. Watching her walk towards the club laughing was all he could do at the absurdity of it all. Of her belief that she "belonged" to him but she could act like that? Well Legion had shown her. Had used his shadows to conjure something akin to plastic wrap and covered her mouth and nose, holding it completely over her face until she passed out before tossing her in the cab of the truck.

Having taken them, her and the guy she had tried to fuck to an abandoned warehouse he had essentially tossed them in before chaining all the doors closed. Having made sure weeks ago, if he had ever needed this place that none of the lights had bulbs in them. So that it was completely to his liking. That in here the only advantage belonged to him. And now it did, with no escape from the ground level, the only escape required one be able to jump to a ladder across a catwalk with a hole in it. It wasn't a difficult jump. Not at all. But you did kind of have to see it to be able to make it, let alone get there. Something that Legion could do in the pitch black, and no other, least not that he had encountered.

Legion stood there, arms crossed leaning against the wall, watching her, waiting for her to wake, able to see her clearly, but in this darkness she'd be unable to see him. So when she did wake with a start Legion would give a sick little smile to no one in particular but himself. Ready to have a good deal of fun here. As she got up she discovered that here, there was quite a difference in temperature, especially with that skimpy shirt and no shoes. Able to see that shiver, every little movement in her body, every reaction on her face, because he was one with the darkness. Able to see the darkness, feel it. Perhaps it was more akin to knowing everything, in every detail in the darkness more then sight, but who knew? It was irrelevant at this point, having to fight off a chuckle as she screamed out his name, following perfectly silently.

'Oh this is quite funny,' the thought ran through his head as she made her way to the wall, yelling out that curse. Watching her slowly make her way to a door he could not deny that in even such a situation her logic was firm. But as she pulled at the door, she would soon realize that that meant nothing, nothing at all. Because was she had failed to acknowledge was just how much superior of a being he was.

He drank it all in as she realized there was no escape, that anger, that darkness which he loved. And then that innocence, fighting a cackle as he saw that fear. Probably choosing not to hide it because really? Who could see in the dark? ...Legion... But this fear, from her, from Nyx. It was just so beautiful. The little demoness held fear. Delicious. So simply delicious that it was worth opening his mouth. Besides, the set up of the warehouse and Legion's position was such that all she'd get is echoes. Darkly amused voice taunted, "Such fear on your face, mmmm, how amazingly delicious."

If she'd continue on with her wandering Legion would wait until her foot bumped into her poor date, tied up and gagged, making a little "oof" as she inadvertently kicked him. But before she could do anything to help, harm or discover who it was Legion would appear to her side, in front of the wall, having teleported to his position, grabbing her wrists, raising them up and slamming her hard against the wall. Forcefully nuzzling into her neck, slowly inhaling her scent. A whisper in her ear, the whisper making it difficult to ascribe the tone to either Patrick or Legion, but for the moment in was legion. Cruel, lustful whisper, "Did ye really thing Legion was bluffing?"

It was all he'd say before he'd teleport again, still holding onto her, taking her with him. Taking her to a bar suspended above the warehouse. high enough for her to hang and hurt herself if she let go, but not high enough that anything would get broken. Forcing her to grab the bar and hold herself above the warehouse while Legion used his wings to slow his descent, stepping back to watch the spectacle, quite amused for now. Wondering how she'd deal with her new found hanging position...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

The first sound of his voice made her growl, whatever fear she held being wiped away as she straightened her posture and would continue to try and find her way out of this hellish place. Granted, there was a familiarity to it, there was something here that felt right, but so many of her memories from her time with Master were gone that she could not place if it was from that time or not. "Little over dramatic don't you think?" A little hiss edging her words before she would continue down the wall, only to come to a stop when he foot collided with something.....No....Somebody. A small "oomph" all she needed to know it was her date from earlier.

But before she would be able to bend down and snap his neck for causing her this trouble, the air around her seemed to disrupt and a figure would appear. Her small body thrown into the wall with a great amount of force as two large hands clasped her tiny wrists and forced them up and over her head. Of course she would growl at him, every desire in the world to bite him and at this point, rip his fucking throat out.

But his face buried into her neck, his body pinning her own to the wall, and despite the anger and rage that consumed her, a shudder would course through her muscles as she felt him nuzzle into her in such a lustful, heated fashion. The sound of his breathing making it all too clear that he took in her scent, and finding herself unable to stop from doing the same. A deep breath, all it took to find her mind consumed with his scent, with the strong muscular feel of his body against her own.

Even still, she was amazed at the changes not only in his appearance, the lack of scars and such, but at the sheer size of him. He had grown, that much was evident, and though it was not much, it was enough for her to take note of. Her mind wandering over this little thought, her desire already spiking. No secret, or at least it shouldn't have been at this point, that where he was a demon of the shadows, this little demoness was one of lust and carnal desires.

However, all thoughts ceased when his voice rose up next to her ear. The tone made it hard to tell whom it was, but the words left her with no doubt. The harsh, vicious demon seeming to melt into the background as those large, black eyes became filled with an innocent uncertainty and a genuine fear. A soft tremble running through her body, just enough to be felt by him a split second before he would disappear, taking her with him.

When they reemerged from the darkness, her small hands would be forced about a metal rod of some sort, feet far from the ground. Of course there was a little hiss of displeasure, not liking the situation she found herself in, though not about to hang here for the sake of his laughter. "How much do you imagine Kazumi will like waking up to the feeling of herself crashing into the cold, hard floor?"

Whatever taunting might have been in her tone, there was still a sincere honesty to her words as the sounds of one hand slowly sliding from the pole could be heard. The other hanging on as slowly the darkness that surrounded Nyx would begin to waver. It always took a bit, when Kaz was completely shut off from her to wake her other half into existence, but it was more than evident that was what she intended to do.

Just as the other hand would release, allowing her to fall to the floor without so much as a second thought, the sound of ribs cracking as she landed awkwardly upon her side. A sharp hiss of pain as she struggled more to find the other part of herself to wake and bring to the surface. "I am sure you will have so much fun explaining this to her." A struggled breath, coughing as a bit of blood came from her mouth and splattered onto her lips.

Still, even through her defiant talk and her stubborn actions, it was clear in those large, innocent eyes that she was very much riddled with fear. The never ceasing tremble that ran through her muscles evidence enough of that. Why else would she run? The demoness who ripped hearts out and drank people dry for fun?

She was scared of Patrick, of his never ending desire to be rid of her. He didn't like her. He hated her, as far as she knew and understood, and she had no reason to expect this time to be any different.

[Legion]

He ignored her words as he slammed her up against that wall. The question simply wasn't worth a follow up. Pressing his body against hers as he raised those wrists above her head, Legion couldn't deny how much he wanted to take her right now. Hard, and roughly, drill into her who she belonged to. But that wouldn't work, unfortunately. So they had to do things this way. He had to get her to believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that she belonged to him. That everything he said was law. When she belonged to him, she belonged to him alone. Because neither him, nor Patrick shared.

And it had been that fact that Legion had used to play this game. The fact that when Nyx cheated, it was Kazumi who cheated by proxy. If only because it was her body, if not her personality. Legion having fed Patrick the thought that that was unacceptable, something Patrick had known, but it was something that Legion had been able to completely convince him of. That the Kazumi that he loved would be completely repulsed by what was going on. At least now that Patrick was back on the scene, looking to come back home. That any threat to come home, at least from Kazumi's side would be unacceptable, even if it was Nyx. From there Legion only had to convince Patrick something that was not hard. That she would respond better to him doing everything.

Taking in her scent Legion would fight back a disappointed sigh as he gave Patrick his place. Because after all while he wanted Nyx, he was not the one for this job unfortunately. She needed someone she truly feared above all else, and that was Patrick. So as Patrick appeared he'd feel her body pressed against his, knowing it was Nyx, that evil little vixen he had pinned. Grinning as she inhaled his scent, not yet knowing that it was the one she feared above all others. Quite thoroughly amused at this, almost disappointed that he spoke up, curious to see how long it would have taken her to notice otherwise.

Though that fear in her eyes was good enough. Was completely, one hundred percent, absolutely worth it. That little demon, that fought so hard to not show any emotion of the sort now overcome with fear. Quite beautiful. That tremble before he lifted her up to the bar, that icing on the cake. Knowing that she was absolutely terrified of him. Dropping down as she gripped the bar, stepping away giving her room to fall. Listening to her question, her threat of letting Kazumi out Patrick could only laugh at the girl.

Oh he knew that she was very much sincere, all the same though Patrick laughed at her. It really was amusing, that she thought she had the upper hand. So quite entertained he'd watch one hand slip off the bar, then the other. Watching her crash down before slowly making his way to her. Noticing that her ribs were hurt. Feeling that darkness ebbing away, knowing that Nyx was calling to Kazumi, but it wasn't Kazumi Patrick was looking for, but Nyx. Slowly Patrick would make his way to her as she gave him her threat. But alas it appeared that she was having difficulty getting Kazumi out as quickly she thought to. Noticing the fear that was over taking her as he got closer he was quite amused, quite entertained at all of this.

Finally making his way next to her he would throw himself down on her. Once again gripping her wrists and holding them over her head, pressing his chest roughly down on hers. Knowing full well that she had broken ribs. Nose pressed against hers as he growled, "Who do ye think that she'll believe? Ye or me? Especially after I caught ye, a man's hands all over ye, trying yer best to fuck him," a hand letting go of a wrist to squeeze her crouch quite painfully, even for her standards, "Who do ye think she'd trust. Me or ye? And who was it that Kazumi stayed with after he tortured her to get rid of ye once? Ye belong to me, and only me, ye'd do best to remember that."

Another very hard squeeze showing exactly who she belonged to, the man she feared above all others, "Kazumi doesn't hear about this, ever. And I don't try and get rid of ye. Simple is it not?"

The normal Patrick would have never done this, none of this sadomasochistic torture. But this Patrick didn't exactly have a full deck of cards right now, now did he? His logic further warped by Legion. Explaining to him that it was okay to torture her sexually. Because she was his property. Because she was just as much of Kazumi as was Kazumi. And This was how Nyx responded. If he wanted Kazumi to be his and his alone he had to assure that Nyx wouldn't go off fucking everything that moved. And there was only this way to do that. His ownership of her making any form of torture an acceptable method of achieving this, making any past claim of morality in this regard non applicable here...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She growled, aggravated with herself for not being able to wake her other half before she felt him upon her. A sharp little hiss of pain as her wrists were once more pinned above her head, feeling his weight pressing down upon her broken ribs as her dark eyes looked up to where his own now rested. The feel of his nose against her own. His breath hot against her lips.

Softly she would tremble, the thought of him touching her as revolting as any, all the memories of those nights, strapped to that table, tortured as he tried so hard to get rid of her. Yet, as he spoke, the naive, child like mind she had been cursed with would not be able to see past his logic, however twisted it might have been. A deep seated growl issued to the feel of his hand as it gripped her so roughly, hard enough that even she was forced to give a soft yelp of pain.

Though despite the pain that was caused, he would be poised to feel exactly what that pain did to her as she struggled not to shift her hips upward or against his hand. Shaking her head, she would instead struggle to get away from him, arms working to free themselves from his grasp as she hissed and all too willingly bared her fangs in his direction. "I do not belong to you! You have tried far too many times to destroy me!"

She would jerk to get free, though as she did, he would grip her harshly once more and send another wave of pain through her body, once more receiving the reaction her mind and body had been trained to give, though she did well to hide it. Again trying to jerk away, her head jerking to the side so that fangs could bury into the side of his neck.

"You have always hated me! Now let me go!" It made no sense to her, the way he was behaving right now. He had hated her. Wanted her gone. Why now did he wish to claim ownership over her as if he held some form of attraction to her? It made no sense. Small body shaking with a mixture of fear and restrained lust as she remained trapped beneath his weight, black eyes shimmering in the darkness though if it was from their own natural glow or a layer of tears that came from the confusion, was anyone's guess.

[Legion]

Grinning at her tremble he knew her fear, and he knew her revulsion. If this had been the previous Patrick, even amoral Patrick would have had a problem with this. But things were so different now. Nose brushing against hers, feeling her hot breath wash over her lips as his did hers. Grinning quite widely at that growl and then her yelp of pain. Some how knowing that her pain was not entirely unpleasureable. Oh, she hid it well, but all the same, Patrick knew, not knowing how but it did. Feeling her struggle to get away from him but swearing that some of that movement was a restrained hip rock upwards. A need for him, and that only caused his grin to widen, forcing his hips down upon hers as she growled that she wasn't his, chuckling as he did.

His grin remaining as she fought against his grip again, once again knowing that she was fighting against her nature, so he'd encourage it as he roughly thrusted his hips down into hers again, not allowing herself to deny who she was. Grinning, until she bit into his neck, drawing a hiss from him. While normally he'd be fine with this, find it pleasurable, when he was trying to break her, not so much. So he'd grip her, far harder then before as his hand would grip the back of her head and rip her away from him, slamming her head against the floor. Hand quickly pressing into her throat gripping her tightly. Constricting her airway after she spoke, pressing her down into the concrete, sitting up a bit.

"Times change Nyx, if ye don't realize that then yer more of a fool then I thought," Patrick growled, "Ye belong to me, and to Legion. And only us. Ye'd better learn yer place."

And it was Legion, that was why he didn't attempt to get rid of her. That and Kazumi seemed to need her now. And with Legion so infatuated with her, and Kazumi needing her, Patrick could learn to tolerate her, not really thinking of more, yet. Content to keep her around so long as she knew that she belonged to him and him alone...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt his hand grip the back of her hair and then a sudden thrust would have her head slamming into the concrete. A little yelp of pain barely making its way past her lips before his hand clamped down around her throat. Instantly she found herself unable to breath, and though she struggled, his current position made it hard to really do anything other than push against the floor in some attempt to free herself from him.

But then he thrust his hips down into her and provoked that nature which would have her returning the favor soon enough. She tried, oh how she tried, but that final, hard thrust had weakened her and she would lift her hips upward to press against him. Though the fight in her was not done, and claws would bury into his arm, raking downward and blood pooling beneath her nails. "Fine! Get off of me!"

Sure, she would agree, anything to get him off of her. She was going to have a hell of a time ensuring that her hunger didn't get too our of control, lest she end up doing something stupid to state her urges, her own dark and sinful needs. A little hiss delivered as she struggled to breath, his hand still holding her throat and cutting off her airways....Yet the longer he did this, the more panicked she became. Her hand even going so far as to move upward and try to pry his grip from about her throat as her body shifted beneath his a bit more frantically.

Yet she still could not move, and assuming he did not release his grip, he would soon be met with a weak, soft little whimper as she continued to tremble. Though the pain she felt, nothing compared to what he had done to her in the past...the more rational part of her mind starting to question if perhaps he had lost his touch when that girl came and took him away.

[Legion]

Dark pleasure came from Patrick at the feel of dominating this Nyx, so completely. But there was still defiance in her, and that would have to be dealt with. Feeling her struggle against him as he found him self in a seated position straddling her. Tauntingly rolling his hips over top of her to drive her, knowing how insane it was driving her. When she'd finally lose out and lift his hip to meet hers he'd let out a slow, mocking moan, taunting her more then feeling pleasure.

Though he was angered when she raked his arm, free hand gripping her offending wrist, crushing it in his grip as she demanded he get off of her. Looking down on her as he contemplated his next movement. She wasn't submitting to him, she was saying what she thought would get him off of her. Now that wasn't okay. Now was it? So he'd continue to sit there, rolling his hips down on her, not really caring where, she was at his mercy. Just showing how much she wanted him, the one she supposedly hated so much. Growling, "Ye belong to me, me alone do ye understand?"

Hearing her whimper he'd let her throat go, allowing her to breath as he'd form his shadow claws and rake them across her chest, deeply. Wanting her to bleed wanting her to understand just who it was she belonged to. Remind her that she was only more useful free, and in existence, but Patrick was more then capable of ending her existence. It just wasn't preferable. But if he could teach her her place, he would tolerate her existence. The real question was just how much pain she'd have to go through.

Without waiting for a response that hand would rake down her arms as he growled, "Who do ye fuck"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She felt his hand grip her wrist, crushing it within his palm as he sat up atop of her. A little yelp of pain delivered though she would eventually push it aside, ignoring it and instead keeping her eyes locked upon his own. She could see him in this proximity, but more so she could feel his weight. His words getting another low growl from her as she tried her best to jerk away and out from under him.

Yet no sooner did she try than a sudden, white hot, burning pain would rip through her chest. The distinct scent of her blood filling the air as that warm, crimson liquid began to soak through her shirt and roll down her chest, and sides. A hiss given, fangs bared as she would use all of her strength then to thrust herself upward enough that it would dislodge him for a split second. More than enough time for her to spin onto her stomach and drag herself out from under him...

Now on her hands and knees, attempting to crawl away from him, though not without feeling those claws bury into her arm, getting another sharp growl from her as the blood began to pour down her arm, and yet she would not bow down and submit to him. Not because he simply had a few fancy claws that could slice her open. "NOT YOU!" A defiant answer to his question before she would spin around and slam her heel into his chest, gauging his approximate area based on where she had last heard him.

[Legion]

She was going to fight it seemed, after that yelp from his crushing her wrist she'd wrestle it from his control. Not devastating but it was a pity. It would have been easier. More fun? Perhaps not, but easier. Grinning at her growl, knowing she wasn't a big fan of what he said, what he meant, what he intended for her. Though at the same time, the sooner she agreed, the sooner she allowed this the better. Pressing down into her as she tried to jerk away, to keep her in place. Though eventually she's buck up, taking Patrick a bit by surprise, lifting him up off her, allowing her to scramble out. Though as she kicked her elation would be short lived. Grabbing her foot, catching it as she tried to kick he'd life her up, swinging her about effortlessly to throw her into a wall.

Having noted her scream as she had tried to kick at him he would stalk her slowly, knowing that in this darkness she could handle as well as he could. So moving silently he'd approach her calmly asking, "Do ye not like Legion? If he owns ye, then I own ye. And neither of us like sharing with other people. We come as a package deal."

He was coming from behind her but as soon as he finished his words he'd teleport in front of her, claws sinking into her fore arms as he raised her up, slamming her hard against the wall, grip on her, forcing his claws to sink in deeper, and deeper. Growling, "Don't ye remember agreeing to belonging to both of us, just moments earlier? Does this mean that ye don't remember the consequences if ye don't?"

Threat given as he stared her down, ready to slash at her again, though for now he'd pull her back from the wall and slam her back into it again, because that was just what he was going to do...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Her foot caught, she was soon hoisted up and thrown into a wall, which hurt like hell against her already broken ribs. A small cry of pain given, though to be honest, it was nothing that Nyx could not handle. She had been tortured by him before, and this was honestly not nearly as bad. Though the blood loss was new, and it did seem to be slowing her down. Unlike others, she could not handle the loss of blood that easily, and so when he began to come at her again, her senses were a little off.

Suddenly, claws were dug into her flesh once more, her body hoisted up and shoved into the wall, hard. The back of her head making a rather loud cracking sound as it collided, and everything around her starting to become a bit fuzzy, including her thoughts. "You..d..don't like me...so why d...do you care?" Perhaps Legion liked her as his new plaything, but what interest did Patrick have in this? He only ever wished to be rid of her, at least from what she could remember.

Claws digging in deeper to her flesh, she would wince as blood poured from her wounds, already her flesh beginning to pale as she again felt herself collide with that wall behind her. "You will just be mean to me and try to get rid of me. You hate me." The words slurred, though clear enough to be heard, eyes lifting to look at him, a bit of amethyst in the black now...showing her weakness to even manage to hold onto her anger and darkness at this point. Though, the demon that she was, would growl as best she could and slam her knee upright and into his torso as hard as she could manage. Knowing that she was losing...but uncertain where that would lead, since she did not wish to fully disappear from existence. Not after having tasted what life was about.

As his claws again dug in deeper, she would hiss, fangs bared...though at the end of that would be a little, muffled whimper. Not from pain, or at least none that he was dishing out...but instead, from the pain she was suffering inside. One leg moving and brushing against him, torn between instinct and her own stubborn pride as she would turn her head away so as not to have to look at him. Her leg however pressing firmly between his own.

[Legion]

The blood loss was beginning to effect her, at least he was pretty sure of that. She seemed slower to react when he grabbed her, that was something that Patrick would have to consider. But not now as her ripped her back up to her feet, sinking her fingers into her arms and slamming her against the wall. Hearing that crack as her head bounced of the wall he knew that one had to sting, and so it did when she tried to ask him that question, hardly able to form the words to the question. Though he laughed at her anyways, "Don't ye understand? Things change. What I want has changed. Ye belong to us, just like Kazumi does. It doesn't matter whether it's Legion or I, yer both ours.... and we. don't. share."

They both had a vested interest in keeping both Kazumi and Nyx faithful. Not because of the sacred bond of marriage, okay, well for Patrick maybe that had a little to do with it, but not so much for Legion. He just didn't like to share his shit and nor would he tolerate his shit galavanting off on it's own. Patrick had been the means to an end here and so Legion used him. Feeling her pale a little bit Patrick knew he couldn't push her too far, but her words made him growl, "Hate ye? How many times do I have to say it, I don't hate ye, not anymore. Things change. As far as being mean to ye, I'm only going to do that until ye learn yer place. Figure that out and we can have good times, or ye and legion can, I don't give a shit, but neither of us are going to share ye with anyone else."

Feeling her reach her leg out, trying to press it in between his he would step back. Growling. In fact he'd drop her on the ground stepping away, quite angered indeed. Snarling, "Ye don't get to be a whore again until you can figure out fidelity. They we can sate whatever need it is ye have...Together..."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She heard bits and pieces of what he had to say, though to be honest she was drifting in and out of consciousness. Sure, she got the gist of what he was saying, and though she might have been a little naive most of the time, perhaps slow more often than not, she was no idiot. He didn't remember her, so of course he didn't hate her. Though still, the idea of belonging to "them" was something she was not entirely sure she was okay with.

Then he mentioned Kazumi and a dark, albeit weak, little chuckle would escape her. "I doubt...she would enjoy...being owned..." Coughing a bit as she would feel that haze growing thicker in her mind, yet that urge to touch him grew stronger, unable to deny her nature, just like he could not deny his own.

But no sooner had her leg touched him than he would growl and drop her to the ground, the impact enough to knock the wind out of her as blood continued to pour from the many wounds he had inflicted upon her small, lithe form. One hand would press into the ground, the cold concrete scraping her palm as a warm trickle of blood began to pour down the side of her face, clearly having hit her head harder during that fall than even she realized. The urge to be defiant strong as always, but catching the last bit of his words, she would whimper instead....No, she couldn't live without being able to sate her urges at least part of the time and though he may have thought she could, it was impossible.

"No..I..I can't..." Coughing once more and finally managing to force herself into a seated position, leaning back into the wall as her head laid back and a thick stream of blood ran along the right side of her face and down her neck. "You can...can't stop me...I can't survive like that...." Her voice harder and harder to understand due to both the thickness of her accent and the slur of her words...though there was a hint of a whimper edging her words if he paid enough attention to hear it.

[Legion]

She was drifting in and out of consciousness, that was not necessarily a good thing. She had sustained at least one set of internal injuries from him, possibly more. Something that he had to taken into account. That possibly this was more then just her passing out from getting beat up, rather from organ shut down or failure. Though he did had one thing going for him. If she drank his blood she'd be healed. So if things started to get too bad, that was an option for him. Not exactly ideal but more ideal then her dying on him.

A louder chuckle would escape him as she mentioned Kazumi not liking the idea of being owned, chuckling for a minute longer before stretching out a finger to trace that bite mark on her neck. Letting his finger linger for a moment before asking, "Then what do ye think that mark means?"

Knowing that the mark was a contradiction of what she had said. that mark proved that kazumi belonged to him. But really it was her choice on whether she was going to believe it or not.

Her crumpling to the ground revealed some more injuries on her, ones that seemed to be rapidly piling up. Something that he likely had to be concerned about, but not quite yet he figured. Besides, she was trying to be strong. Those words though, that she was trying to use to convince him that she couldn't do what he wanted of her? That was a little more interesting.. Though to deal with that he'd crouch down beside her, stroking her hair back behind her ear, touch almost lingering as he'd say in a pseudo caring voice, "I'm not saying you have to stop being a whore, being a little slut Nyx. I'm just saying you have to stop being one with anyone else but me. Ye can do that, I can help ye. But if yer not willing to try, I guess it's time to get Kazumi on board with making ye disappear."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Another cough as she sat up would cause blood to splatter across her lips which had begun to pale. She was a creature that lived on blood, loss of such, combined with damage to her internal organs from that fall only ensuring that she was fading out faster than she normally would. However, she did not complain or whimper about the pain, but instead shifted about weakly to try and sooth that inner fire which was burning so heatedly within her.

As he leaned down to trace that mark on her neck, she would not comment. She couldn't. She knew what it meant, and that it was a symbol of ownership, but to argue with him about the difference in which they were speaking would take more breath than she had left to spare. A little growl all he would get as her head turned to the side, laying back against the wall with the left side while her hair plastered to her face on the right, sticking in the blood that continued to run down from the freshly acquired wound.

Yet, he seemed to have caught on that something was up, his hand reaching out and a finger brushing her hair back from her face while he spoke in that tone that was supposed to be trying to fool her into thinking he gave a damn. Though what he spoke of, she couldn't deny that it ate at her...a small whimper given as she would try to fight it, but would end up trying to weakly nuzzle into his touch. "P...Please....dont make me....disappear..." She didn't want to disappear...she didn't want to sleep with him either...but more so than that, she didnt want to be dust either. So, if playing nice was what it took then so be it, though for now, she was determined to find a way to avoid having to actually sate her sexual urges with him...His demon, she could handle, but Patrick himself, she wasn't sure she could manage that one and would avoid it at all costs. "I will....not...sleep with anyone else. Okay? I don't want....to die..." Coughing once more as this time she would wince in pain, though ultimately she would simply lay her head back and again close her eyes, legs pressed together and crossing to try and stop that burning pain and need that now consumed her.