It's impossible for him not to admit: he is incredibly, horrifyingly turned on by this. He knows it. Worse still, she knows it.
She gestures and he moves, his newly ball-jointed and lacquered limbs obeying her every motion. He clatters and pratfalls for her, he jerks and tumbles; and he even kills. Oh yes, he kills.
She hasn't done a damn thing to his mind beyond rewire his motor functions. He's perfectly aware. He is, quite literally, a puppet, hers completely. And on some level he wants that. He's usually the puppet-master, usually the dom but secretly he's always been a switch and to be the bottom in this way is--
Is she tortured your kids, you asshole, and she's going to make you kill people you care about eventually. This isn't a fucking game anymore.
So he waits. And he plans. And he knows, eventually, eventually, he's going to make her the puppet.
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It's impossible for him not to admit: he is incredibly, horrifyingly turned on by this. He knows it. Worse still, she knows it.
She gestures and he moves, his newly ball-jointed and lacquered limbs obeying her every motion. He clatters and pratfalls for her, he jerks and tumbles; and he even kills. Oh yes, he kills.
She hasn't done a damn thing to his mind beyond rewire his motor functions. He's perfectly aware. He is, quite literally, a puppet, hers completely. And on some level he wants that. He's usually the puppet-master, usually the dom but secretly he's always been a switch and to be the bottom in this way is--
Is she tortured your kids, you asshole, and she's going to make you kill people you care about eventually. This isn't a fucking game anymore.
So he waits. And he plans. And he knows, eventually, eventually, he's going to make her the puppet.
And then the fun will begin.