This choice: Oh god, I changed my mind. RUN AWAY! • Go Back...Chapter #5Emily binds you to her by: bobboled   This is a terrible idea, you think. I mean, what the hell am I thinking? For one, she is a psycho dominatrix who, not to mention, has been tailing me for nearly a year now. Two, and possibly even more important, she can see through my magic, to what degree I do not know. But, what if being able to recognize me is not the full extent of her powers?
You halt to a stop, just several yards away from her doorstep. You stand there complacent, but it does not take long to make up your mind.
This is too risky, I should get out of here while I have the chance.
You spin on your heel to and turn away from the house, ready to leave this, and hopefully Emily, behind you, when suddenly the wind is knocked right out of you. You fall to your knees and gasp for air. It feels as though something is pulling, pushing on every square inch of your body. It so mighty that you have trouble just sitting up straight. The force shifts, and centers directly on your heart. The pain is intense and you grip your chest in agony, desperately clawing at your shirt as what feels like invisible hands pull on your naked heart. Then, without the slightest notification, the pressure immediately dissipates.
This happened all within a timespan of about ten seconds.
You pant and wheeze, your breath still coming out in ragged gasps. Slowly, and meekly you pick yourself up and try to walk away from Emily’s house, inexplicably hurt, but still determined to get as far away from Emily as possible, when you hear her voice. It is both sickly sweet and debilitating sour, like a lemon.
“Oh, and just where do you think you are going?”
You swivel and reply, “I am getting the fuck out of here, to hopefully be done with you forever.”
“Mmmm, I don’t think so.”
“Yeah, well I-!” The pain strikes you again, causing you to grit your teeth in pain as your chest aches once more.
“If you disobey me, then I make it hurt. If you obey me, then everything will be just hunky-dory.”
“Wh-what the hell do you mean?” you spit at her.
“Follow me inside, and I’ll explain everything.”
“Fuck that, the last thin-.” Pain once again racks your body, and it takes every ounce of strength in your body to keep you from crumpling to the ground.
“It wasn’t a question, it was an order. Now come inside, or do we have to do this the hard way?”
You glare at her, hoping that along with the goddess’ sex powers, she also gave you laser vision. You stared as hard as you could, trying to fry her where she stood. Nothing happened.
Damn.
You slowly shuffle over to Emily, who gleefully takes your hand and drags you inside her house. Despair fills your heart as you enter.
The inside of her house is actually pretty normal, especially compared to the girl lived there. The floor is tile, there is an antique set of furniture, and the paint scheme of the house was a mellow beige. Her parents were actually very nice people, the direct opposite of Emily really. It absolutely baffled you as to how someone like her could have come from the loins of such an endearing couple.
Emily, with her vice-like grip, drags you to her room upstairs in the attic of the house. Her room was a stark contrast to the rest of the house. Being that her room resided I the attic, she had quite a lot of space, and most of it was taken up either by occult books and the like, or sex paraphernalia. Her dresser was the worst of them, with dildos literally spilling out of it, and the top covered in ancient texts. She motioned for you to stay put in the middle of the room while she went over to the desk and retrieved an open book. She excitedly flips to a certain page. She shoves it in your face, but you can’t make out a single thing on the page. The page was covered in what looked like runes, possibly Nordic, or Greek, you couldn’t tell. You came to the college to study writing, not dead languages. In the middle of the page, there is an archaic depiction of a man in a robe apparently casting a spell, said spell aimed at a demonic figure surrounded by a faint circle. Emily pointed to the picture.
“You see this? This is a binding spell, one that has been passed down through my family for generations. It is very powerful, and was forbidden even during the age of sorcery. The reason being is that it tied one’s life, one’s soul to a spirit or demon in your case, and gave the caster dominion over their subject.”
You gave her a blank stare.
She grinned wickedly, “Basically, this means that I am forever tied to you, and you must do as I say, or suffer.” She then ripped of her shirt, revealing her supple breasts and toned abs. However, what really drew your attention, was the tattoo that lay nestled between her breasts. It was a pentagram that held many of the same symbols that were in the book.
She then jumps you, causing you to land on the floor with her straddling your chest. She places a finger on your chest, just between the breasts. You lift your head to look, and are aghast when you see that there is the same symbol on yourself.
“This symbol is our bond, and as long as it remains on your body, I am your master.” She cooed. “Now, let’s see just what kind of gift that sex goddess gave you.”
She then commands you to…
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