Mr. Valen found himself in a familiar place, one where only an endless void could be found, reflecting an emptiness that was not his.
He stood atop utter nothingness, but he did not panic; this was not his first time here.
'What is it this time?' He asked again the thought resounding in his mind (confirming immediately that he still could not speak in this realm).
Looking to his form, he discovered that he was naked, but that small detail remained irrelevant.
Suddenly, sensing something, Mr. Valen raised his head and saw a familiar gate, but even after seeing it a second time, he did not argue that to call it merely a gate, would be an insult.
It was a structure that defied scale, its height swallowing the horizon, its width vaster than the ruins of this shattered world.
The chains that bounded it were not mere materials of metal but serpentine monstrosities, each thicker than ancient tree trunks, their surfaces etched with screaming faces frozen in eternal torment.
And upon those chains hung... him. Or rather, seven statues that looked like him, each an odd, twisted reflection of Mr. Valen, standing at least ten feet tall.
This time, his attention was drawn to the second statue, the one that resembled a hollow-cheeked effigy with its jaw unhinged in a silent scream, its throat carved open in a ragged, terrifying gash.
In that moment, a familiar wrenching pain tore through Mr. Valen's chest as a purple wisp of energy was ripped free from his body, the energy he had absorbed from Carla.
With its twist, it streaked toward the screaming statue as though drawn to it by some unknown force.
The moment it struck, the statue's eyes flared with a purple light, and the void shuddered with a proclamation that bled into his mind so that Mr. Valen clutched his head in pain:
"I AM GOD'S VOICE. THE VOICE THAT IS HALLOW. ALL MEANING IS MALLEABLE."
In the next instant, he felt a sense of danger assail him, not from here, but from the outside world, forcing him to wake up from this nightmare.
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"Swoosh!" Mr. Valen moved instinctively, twisting his form, his breath coming in deep exhalations.
The pitter-pattering of rain was the only thing he could hear, his form shivering as the rain kissed his skin.
He felt cold, very cold, the dampness of his clothes eliciting a heavy frown from Mr. Valen, but his senses soon took note of something else.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" a familiar voice broke through the darkness, causing his eyes to flutter open.
Right there below him, was a black woman who he had pinned down by the wrists, her chest heaving slightly.
Mr. Valen looked to her right hand and saw that she held in her grasp a sharpened branch.
"Did you?" Mr. Valen wanted to ask but stopped himself, a breath escaping him as he looked up, his eyes narrowing at the towering trees surrounding them.
"Do not attempt to harm me again," Mr. Valen then commanded, his voice grim as he brought his gaze back to Carla.
"Yes, Master," Carla responded to him, her face contorted in a faint smile, one that prompted Mr. Valen to tilt his head.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Carla whispered, arching her back from the cold dirt. "Do you want to rape me as well?"
'Is she having a stroke?' Mr. Valen thought as he released her wrist, not having expected such a reaction from her. In the next moment, he got to his feet, attempting to dust the dirt off his form, but it was hopeless.
His hoodie and pants were completely soaked and soiled, 'I can't wear this,' he thought grimly.
"Swoosh!"
The sound of the air tearing caught Mr. Valen's attention once more, forcing him to raise his hand.
"Crack!" A branch (wielded by Carla) pierced the sleeve of his hoodie, managing to lodge itself into his arm.
"Argh!" Mr. Valen groaned in pain and glared at Carla, who had a heavy frown on her face.
"You- Ohh My," she gasped as Mr. Valen caught her by the wrist, "Bam!" He then slammed her against a nearby tree, their forms pressed together in the growing rain.
It was now that Mr. Valen took his time to observe the woman in front of him, but in all honesty, she looked more like some cornered beast than a proper woman at the moment.
Her hair was soaked, slumping down her shoulders (dripping water), some strands were plastered to her forehead, but he did not mind.
Her scrubs were as soiled as his hoodie, torn in some places, with the entirety of her left sleeve having been ripped off, exposing her scabbed injuries.
"You really do want to rape me," Carla spat at him, her eyes trembling slightly as she struggled, but Mr. Valen just raised her two arms pinning them above her head with one of his arms.
"Have you some fixation upon the notion of violation?" He asked, wondering why she seemed so fixated on the topic, but he did not truly care about her fetishes.
At the moment, something else bothered him so he asked again. "Why were you able to resist a direct command from me?"
"Fuck you a-" Carla cut herself short, her narrowed eyes widening slightly as she felt Mr. Valen's grip tighten around her wrists.
He then drew closer to her, closer than he already was, his hot breath kissing her ears. "If I can't control you, I will kill you, Carla."
"Y-you fucker," Carla felt her heart skip a beat as she cursed at him, her teeth gritted as she breathed. "You're just a-"
"Bam!" Mr. Valen drove his knees into her gut, with just enough force to cause her intense pain, but not enough to hurt her.
"Argh!" Carla gasped for air, her eyes flaring with anger and pain, an emotion that briefly overcame her fear.
"Bam!" "Ahhhhh!" She slammed her head into Mr. Valen's face, screaming through gritted teeth as pain exploded in her head, she felt like she had hit a brick wall.
"Ouch!" Mr. Valen spoke as well, his nose slightly reddened, but he did not budge; rather, he asked again. "Why were you able to resist?"
His words were met with silence, as Carla gritted her teeth as though contemplating something; it was clear that she intended not to answer.
"Very well," Mr. Valen spoke at the sight and formed his right hand into a claw, but just before he could drive it into her stomach, Carla threw herself on him.
"Hmm!" Mr. Valen groaned as Carla's tongue invaded his mouth, violently teasing him.
He pushed her back against the tree, but Carla had already wrapped her legs around him, biting on his lips when he tried to pull back.
'This woman,' Mr. Valen thought as his instincts flared, forcing him to return the gesture with even more ferciousity.
This kiss was violent, with both parties fighting for control, but it was also true that both parties needed air to survive, some more than others.
"Ahh!" Carla pulled back and gasped, but Mr. Valen caught her midway, his tongue invading her mouth, relishing in her intoxicating warmth.
"Hmmm," Carla moaned, her face reddened, as she struggled for air, and only when it seemed that she would pass out did Mr. Valen let her go, he too gasping.
In the next moment, Carla felt Mr. Valen's right hand on her waist, slowly trailing up her form.
At first, she thought that lust had overcome him, but when she felt his hand settle on her neck and his fingers dig into her flesh, she realized something. 'He still wants to kill me!'
She was sure of it; he bore that emotionless look in his eyes, and god, it frightened her.
"I DON'T HAVE ENERGY!" Carla exclaimed immediately, her eyes widened in fear as she seized the back and forth.
Mr. Valen, upon hearing this, raised a brow, 'So she needs energy to complete commands, it makes sense, if she had energy, she'd have just healed the wounds on her arm.'
"You gain energy from sexual acts correct?" Mr. Valen asked, his eyes locked on Carla as he added. "Have sex with me then-"
"I'd rather die," she breathed despite her fear, in an act as instinctive as the regret that came soon after, and so under his blank gaze, she corrected herself. "I-I'm not in the mood for sex."
"Neither am I," Mr. Valen interjected, his head tilted slightly, his grip on her arms tightening, pressing her against the tree as he spoke. "But I am a man, with the capacity for lust and you are a hypersexual woman, I imagine it would not be difficult-"
Carla shuddered at those words, her legs still firmly wrapped around Mr. Valen, feeling his right hand move from her throat to her stomach.
"I did not consent to this," She spoke clearly, her breath shaky, but Mr. Valen did not stop, his hand sliding down her pants and onto her flower.
"You're wet," he spoke, gently caressing the folds of her pussy with his index finger, sliding it up and down her slit, listening as her breath grew hot, misty.
"Ahhh," She moaned when he drove his finger into her, her back arching from the tree as he drove in another finger.
It started slow, the movement of his fingers, driving itself in and out of her sex with a wet, watery sound.
But then he suddenly increased his pace, "Ahh," Carla trembled when she felt Mr. Valen's thumb teasing her clit while he fingered her.
The movements were awkward, but effective, as Carla soon began to squirm under his hold.
"Do you still not consent?" Mr. Valen spoke as he looked into her eyes, but she looked away, her chest heaving as she drew closer to an orgasm.
Mr. Valen stopped at this point, suddenly drawing back his fingers, his lips curling into a faint smile as he observed Carla's confusion.
'What, why did he stop?' Carla thought under the unrelenting rain, watching the man before her, his hair soaked, plastered to his head, his eyes as emotionless as the smirk that played on his lips.
"Continue," she whispered a command to him, averting her gaze once more when his eyes narrowed in amusement. 'Fuck Carla you're not a little girl,' she scolded herself, forcing her gaze back to him with newfound determination.
"Please master," she then pleaded, her voice growing sultry. "Will you let me cum?"
"No," Mr. Valen simply responded, letting her down the tree as he drew away from her, but he never let go of her arms.
Carla fell to her knees, her arms forcefully raised above her head by Mr. Valen's left hand, speaking to the difference in physical strength.
She raised her head in confusion at the man, her form squirming with faint arousal and when she saw him undo his strap, she understood what he soon commanded.
"Suck it!"
"No!" Carla responded immediately, a bitter feeling welling up in her chest as she scrunched her face at him.
Mr. Valen only narrowed his eyes.