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She’d just wanted to catch a glimpse of him. It was stupid. She knew it was stupid and reckless. She shouldn’t be out on her own, especially with how many lives she had now, she was a priority target.
But Joel was Lizzie’s husband. And she just wanted to see what he looked like when he was evil. Just a little peek. Then she’d go back to the Fairy Fort and work on her defense strategy.
Just one little-
“Hello, Lizzie.”
She shrieked, whipping around, when had he gotten so close to her? “Joel!” she stammered, voice coming out shrill, betraying her fear. She was normally so good at composing herself, keeping her poker face on, but she couldn’t now. Not when she was alone in the dark, her feral husband’s red eyes glowing from the shadows.
“I distinctly remember telling you, before we entered this world, to stay away from me when I turned red.” His voice was mocking, with no shred of concern. He had been concerned, once. Before. “What were the words I used? I’ll be an uncontrollable monster, Lizzie.”
A shiver rattled her spine as she took a step back.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Lizzie.” He moved closer to the edge of the shadows.
She swallowed hard. This was a mistake, she shouldn’t have come here.
“When I turn red, I’ll be pure evil, and you will be nothing but prey to me.” He stepped into the moonlight, bathing his gleeful grin in an ethereal glow, and her stomach dropped to the ground.
She should have listened. It was Joel’s body, but there was no trace of her husband in that expression.
“Do you understand, now?” he taunted.
“Yes,” she squeaked. “I’ll ah, I’ll just be going then!”
But before she could move a hair, he had her by the throat. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, my sweet little wife,” he purred.
The rough bark of a thick tree trunk dug into her back through the thin fabric of her dress as he pinned her smaller body with his. He didn’t squeeze her throat, simply held it, a warning.
She started to think maybe he was just trying to scare her. That she could still talk her way out of here.
“How about I give you a life?” she asked, brightening her tone as much as she could. “I just won a bunch-”
He squeezed, cutting off her words with a ragged choking gasp. “I don’t want a fucking life,” he growled, ripping her weapons from her waist before digging through her pockets. “You won those because you bet that I would lose all of mine.” He found her communicator, tossing it away into the shadows. “Now you offer me a life, to, what, spare you?”
Panic rose in Lizzie’s chest as she struggled for air. She smacked at his arm, kicked with her legs, but he was like a brick fucking wall. He’d said that too, hadn’t he? That he’d be impossibly strong when red? Spots danced in her vision.
He lowered his lips to her ear. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asked, and relaxed his hold.
She would have doubled over to catch her breath if he’d let her, but as it was she held onto his wrist to support her weight as she took in deep, sweet lungfuls of air.
“You’ll be down a life, my love, but it won’t be because you gave it willingly,” Joel promised, and his voice was so low, so menacing, so unlike she’d ever heard it before. “I’m going to rip it from your broken body nice and fucking slow.”
She whimpered, and the cold realization hit her that she wasn’t getting out of this. She couldn’t fight her way out, couldn’t talk her way out, couldn’t overpower him. He was going to hurt her and he’d warned her and she hadn’t listened and-
He bit down on her earlobe, grinding against her, and that was when she realized it wasn’t the hilt of his sword that had been digging into her hip. He was hard.
Heat flooded her belly and she lost her breath with the force of it. She coudn’t possibly be horny at a time like this. Her husband had gone completely feral and was about to fuck her to death-
Oh, god. Oh god, oh god. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Joel whirled her around, mashing her tits against the rough bark, wrenching her arms behind her back. He brought his arm over her head, and she realized with horror that he had a lead in his hand, drawing it across her chest.
She wriggled as best she could, but he held her wrists together as he wound the rope easily around her arms and body, executing a taut box tie that she hadn’t known he even knew how to do. Did bondage knowledge come with being a red life, or did her dear husband have skills she didn’t know about?
Either way, her arms were rendered completely immobile, at an angle that pressed her breasts outwards, which she assumed was the point as he flung her back around by the shoulder.
“Beautiful,” he cooed, and pinched one of her nipples through her dress.
Joel raised his sword, and she sucked in a sharp breath as he rested the flat of the blade against her cheek. She wanted to plead, wanted to ask him what the hell he was doing, but words would not form on her tongue.
His eyes blazed with an inhuman dark glee. He’d been right…this monster was inhabiting her husband’s body, its crimson eyes staring through his face at her, hungry, excited.
Was he still in there, somewhere? If he hadn’t taken her communicator…if she had use of her hands…if she could just get him a life…but he’d thought of that, of course. He didn’t want to be yellow. Red Joel wanted to destroy her unencumbered.
He drew the blade down her cheek, and she held her breath, afraid to move at all as the sharp diamond traveled down her throat, across her collarbone.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you proper scared,” he cooed. “It’s a good look on you, wifey. I can’t wait to make a fucking mess of you.”
Tears streamed down her face then, his words echoing inside of her head as he dragged the blade down. She was terrified to breathe, terrified he would cut her, and her heart rate tripled as he drew the sword across the sensitive swell of her breast. With two quick slashes, the fabric of her dress over her chest was in ribbons, her nipples hardening as the air bit at them.
It’s okay, this is okay, this is my husband, she thought frantically. We’ve had sex thousands of times, this is fine, this is okay.
Except it didn’t feel like her husband. It felt like a monster being a voyeur through her husband’s eyes, using his skin to take advantage of her body.
Or maybe she just had to tell herself that to get through this.
Joel dropped the sword unceremoniously and gripped her nipples in two cruel pincer grips. Pain sparked through her body, and as much as she was ashamed to admit it, pleasure swirled too, the nerve endings coming alight and zinging all the way to her clit.
“Joel, please,” she whimpered, and she didn’t know what she was begging for, she didn’t know anything anymore.
“Please, Joel please,” he mocked, voice pitching up. He laughed, bringing his hands up to her shoulders.
For a second she thought he meant to kiss her, as his calloused hands slipped around the back of her neck, but then he fisted her hair with one hand and shoved down with the other, bringing her down to her knees.
“I’m going to fuck your throat now, sweetheart,” he purred, the endearment sounding oh-so-sinister as he ran a thumb over her trembling lips, “and you’re going to swallow every drop of my come like a good little whore.”
This is okay, she thought, hope soaring in her chest. She’d given her husband tons of blow jobs over the course of their marriage, and had no problem swallowing. Once he was done they were done, experiment over, she could go back to the fairy fort and stay the hell away from Joel until he lost his red life and was out of the game.
She wanted to believe that, anyway.
When he forced his thick cock inside of her to the hilt, cutting off her air supply, it was clear that hope was not on the table.
She wriggled as much as she could, struggling for breath, but it was no use. Between his red strength, his hand in her hair, and the fact that her arms were bound, she was completely helpless.
“Fuck, you take it so well, don’t you?” he growled, and just when she thought she might pass out, he pulled back, allowing her to take in a quick ragged breath around his flesh before he thrust again.
This time, he set a rhythm, a brutal pace that had her struggling between trying to get oxygen and gagging, her throat quickly raw as sandpaper from the onslaught. She stopped struggling, and focused on simply surviving as he used her mouth.
“Swallow it all,” Joel groaned, and that was all the warning she had before he spurted down her throat.
As his cock pulsed, she gagged hard, and he pulled out quickly, letting go of her hair. She retched, the spunk that wasn’t already in her stomach splattering all over his boots and the forest floor.
“I told you not to spill any,” he said, but he sounded ferally amused, as if he’d been hoping she would.
She managed a sputter before he knelt beside her, wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck and pressing her cheek down against the puddle of his spend, rubbing her face in it, spreading it along the slick grass.
She whimpered as he dragged her forward, using her hair to clean his boots, then dragged her along, inside his house, where nobody would hear her scream. He made quick work of flinging her over to the bed.
“Set your spawn,” he demanded as he pressed her face down into the mattress. “I don’t want to worry about killing you before I’m done with you.”
She squirmed, trying to plead with him, but her throat hurt too much, her voice was nothing but a ragged rasp. She didn’t want to set her spawn here. She had so many lives, he could keep her here forever, death was supposed to be a release, where she would wake up back in her own bed, traumatized but safe.
He wrapped a hand around her throat, leaning down so his hot breath was directly in her ear. “I can make you beg for death instead,” he promised, his voice so low, so menacing, so monstrous. “That could be just as enjoyable for me, if I have to take my time and keep you alive.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, unsure of what to do. Maybe if he got carried away and accidentally killed her…but then again, if she set her spawn here and he went with the intent to kill her, she’d respawn with her communicator. She might have a precious few seconds to get out a call for help.
She made the snap decision to do it, then shrieked with shock as he flipped up her dress and smacked her bare ass.
“Good girl,” he cooed, leaning back so he was sitting up behind her.
She tried to curl up, but he gripped her thighs, locking her legs on either side of his. He shoved her skirt up over the globes of her ass and massaged them with his large hands.
She couldn’t go anywhere with her arms so tightly bound behind her, and she hated that the lewd position he’d put her in was still stimulating her body even against the will of her mind. Her nipples brushed against the rough fabric of the blanket below, the cold air hitting her most intimate parts.
“No panties, either, my slutty little wife,” he said, smacking her again. “I guess if you’re not respawning with fresh clothes you didn’t want to keep yesterday’s on, hm?” He gripped her ass cheeks tightly, spreading them apart.
Fear turned her blood to ice. “Joel, no, what are you doing?” The words tumbled out of her mouth, raspy and garbled, almost all running together. They’d never done that before, he couldn’t possibly be thinking about-
A glob of spit hit the flesh between her cheeks, and damn the pain in her throat, she screamed. She screamed until she had no voice anymore, and he wasn’t even doing anything yet - he just laughed, a cruel, gleeful sound.
He plunged two fingers into her unsuspecting pussy, and tears streamed down her face at the humiliation of how wet she was.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want this,” he mocked, drawing her slick juices up and circling her tight clenched hole. “You’re wet as fuck.”
“Not there, I don’t want it there,” she insisted, voice squeaking and cracking.
He teased a finger inside the tight ring of muscle, shallow, taunting. “Beg me not to fuck your ass,” he urged.
“Please don’t.” It came out as a whisper, a whimper, a sob. Deep down, she knew it wouldn’t make a difference.
“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” he said petulantly, as if he were pouting. “Come on, beg me. Do it well enough and I’ll fuck your pussy instead.”
“Please Joel, please!” she cried, forcing the volume despite her throat’s protest. “Please don’t, I’ll do anything, please!”
He pushed his finger in all the way to the knuckle, and she struggled to breathe as her muscles involuntarily clenched around the digit. “What would you do?” he teased, leaning forward and brushing her hair back from her face. “Anything is a big word, wifey.”
She didn’t answer. She had no words left, and she didn’t know what he wanted to hear. There wasn’t anything that would make a difference, anyway.
“Would you be my own personal little slave?” he asked as he pumped his finger in and out, getting her used to the foreign sensation. “Would you let me whore you out to everyone on the server for diamonds and lives? Imagine how many of our friends would love to ruin you when they turn red? The alliances I could make, all with your slutty little body.”
She sobbed into the bed, because she believed him. At this point, with his finger in her ass and her cunt still salivating, unable to speak because of a brutal throat-fucking, she believed that he would do that. And she believed that any one of her friends, in the throes of the red frenzy, would be happy to oblige. And she’d just stay trussed up here, everyone’s favourite fuck toy to release that pent-up red life sadism.
“Or you could be the free boogeyman doll,” Joel continued, adding a second finger, the other hand snaking down to stroke her clit. “The boogeyman could come visit, have his wicked way with you and finish with a nice curse-curing murder. Would you do that? Would you do that for me, wifey?”
There were no answers anymore, there was only devastation and humiliation because an orgasm was building. He was her husband, and he knew his way around her body, and every stroke of his fingers on her clit made her hotter and wetter, coupled with the stimulation of her ass that was now starting to contribute to the pleasure instead of the pain.
“I’ll tell you what,” he cooed, “let’s play a game. If I can make you come, then I get to fuck your ass. If I can’t, I’ll let you go.”
“No!” she gasped, because even if she were able to trust his words, she knew she was going to lose. It felt so good, and he knew her pussy like it belonged to him. The humiliation somehow fueled the arousal too, which humiliated her even more, and his fingers inside of her stimulated nerves she’d never known existed.
Instead of answering her or taunting her more he just laughed, that maniacal gleeful noise that told her he knew he’d won already. That he’d won as soon as her curiosity started her path towards this inevitability.
She began to squirm but there was nowhere to go and her body was on fire… “No no no nononono,” the words turned into moans as her body betrayed her, an orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave, her cunt clenching at air because it wanted to be filled-
And then it was, because Joel thrust his cock into her with a grunt, the slick sound of her wetness engulfing him bringing fresh tears.
“That’s a good little whore,” he groaned as he fucked her, his fingers still manipulating her ass, a third joining to stretch her further, the other hand still stroking her now oversensitive clit. “This is what you were made for.”
Lizzie wailed, but it came out a squeaky, rasping cry, because she was coming again, this orgasm like a roiling storm, throwing her body into spasms of pleasure that she was sure would kill her.
After what felt like an eternity, she fell limp, muscles spasming with aftershock and her chest shuddering with sobs.
“My messy little wife,” Joel purred as he withdrew from her.
She didn’t think she had the energy to stiffen, but when she felt his cock pressing against her ass, she went into fight mode. “Joel, don’t! Joel!” she shrieked, thrashing as she tried to get away. “Joel! Please!”
He laughed again, as if her struggles were no more bothersome than swatting a fly. In a second, he had her hips immobilized in his strong hands.
“If you don’t relax, it’ll hurt more,” he said, but it sounded more like he was excited rather than earning her.
He began to push in, and Lizzie found she did still have a voice after all. Despite the lubrication and Joel’s stretching of her tight orifice, it still felt like he was splitting her in half. She struggled to relax her muscles as she screamed, but it was impossible to force her body to comply.
“Oh my god you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out inside of her, and jerked her up by her hair.
He snaked a hand around her chest, holding her throat so she was up flush against him, the two of them on their knees, his cock sheathed in her ass. The angle made the pain even worse, and her body shook with sobs.
He gave her throat a little squeeze and angled her head slightly, leaning in to run his tongue up her cheek.
“Your tears taste so fucking good,” he growled, then he started to thrust.
He set a brutal pace that had stars exploding behind her eyes, then he choked her with an iron grip, and she prayed she’d pass out, at least that would be an escape from the blinding pain as he speared her.
Just when her vision began to darken, he let her take in a ragged breath, and his free hand slid down over her still-slick clit.
Shock rippled through her at the pleasure and she let out a cry of agony. He couldn’t do this to her, make her come during this violation. “No, please Joel-”
He squeezed again, strangling off her pleas into a choked gargle. As she twitched in his grasp, her brain shrieking for oxygen, he continued his brutal pace and manipulated her clit like a pro, building another storm inside of her belly that she didn’t want.
“That’s it baby,” he purred in her ear, the tender words a stark contrast to his vicious movements, “come all over me while I violate you.”
As if on cue, an orgasm hit her like a freight train and he released her throat, her torso flopping forward as he grabbed her hips and pounded her into the bed. Pleasure throttled her body as he chased his own release.
Finally Lizzie fell limp, melting into the mattress as he used her. She wasn’t sure if it was the endorphins or her muscles finally relaxing but the pain wasn’t so bad anymore. She laid there, eyes closed, just waiting for it to end.
Finally he slammed deep, groaning his own orgasm, his cock pulsing inside of her. He collapsed over her, laving her shoulders with kisses and bites, rolling his hips in the aftershocks of his release.
He pulled out of her and she forced back bile at the feel of his spunk leaking out of her ass. She couldn’t move. Her body was done.
Joel smacked her ass as he got to his feet. “God, you are such a good little cockslut,” he declared as he got off of the bed.
She floated on the edge of consciousness, willing herself to pass out. Willing him to just kill her. Then she’d be in a new body, a clean body that wasn’t covered in the evidence of her own degradation.
But her husband had other plans. He wound his fingers into the back of his complicated knots and used it like a harness to drag her outside.
She tried to get her jelly legs to work but wasn’t able to get them under her before he threw her into the grass outside.
“Get lost,” he barked.
She blinked up at him in dumb shock. Surely he wasn’t letting her go? She was too exhausted and terrified to hope.
“Did you hear me?” he taunted, eyes practically glowing red in the moonlight. “Crawl back to your fucking fairy fort.”
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, sluggish brain uncomprehending.
He leaned forward, face twisting into a cruel grin. “Get all the way home at night, bound and naked with my come dripping out of your ass,” he instructed. “Remember where you’ll respawn if you don’t make it.”
Panic gripped her chest. Of course he wasn’t letting her go. She would never make it through the dark woods, unarmed - literally - and alone.
“If you don’t even want to try, I can invite all of my fellow reds over for a nice little party,” he offered, stepping aside and waving towards the door with a flourish. “How many of us are there now? Three? Four?”
Lizzie discovered that her legs could work, after all, and she took off into the trees, Joel’s cackling echoing in her wake.
I can make it. I have to make it.
The snarling zombies and scuttling spiders were all the more terrifying being out there without arms, not to mention balancing as she tore through the trees. Her foot exploded in pain as she hit a root and went sprawling.
She tried to avoid face planting by twisting sideways, and she landed on her shoulder. It crunched or popped or something and her vision went white, but she couldn’t stop.
She huffed and grunted and hissed through as she shoved herself against the tree, the rough bark taking off layers of skin as she used it to get to her feet.
A creeper hissed behind her and she shrieked, lunging as hard as she could away from it. There was no explosion, and she didn’t stop, didn’t look back.
“Ren!” she screamed, and it was a long shot because she wasn’t even close to the fort, but she wasn’t going to make it alone, it was too much, too far. “REN!”
Something seared through her other shoulder, and warm liquid poured down her chest. Something glinted in her periphery, and she tried not to imagine what the arrow looked like protruding from her flesh.
“REN!”
And maybe it was an auditory hallucination brought on by her panic, but she could swear she heard a reply.
“Ren?!” she cried.
“Shadow Queen?” he called, his voice carrying but it still sounded too far away.
He would come, though, he would find her, he was loyal and good and everything bright in this dark fucking world.
“Ren!” she screamed, amazed that she had any voice left at all because it felt like she’d swallowed razor blades.
“My Queen!” He sounded panicked now, and he was so much closer, almost there.
She caught a glimmer in the moonlight and ran towards it, it was him, those silly sunglasses even at night, but god they were a welcome sight.
Hope soared in her chest, giving her an extra boost of strength, she was going to make it!
“My Queen, watch out-!”
She barely had time to register the hiss this time before a crack boom and the world disappeared.
* * *
Respawning with her limbs free of bondage and pain was disorienting, but her mind kicked into overdrive at the sight of her smirking husband.
She immediately turned tail and sprinted for the door.
“Oh, Lizzieeee…” Joel called, voice mocking.
She burst outside, and though it was tempting to make the run again now that her body was intact, she had other plans. She yanked out her communicator, but then a brick wall hit her from behind.
They hit the grass and the wind blasted from her lungs.
“Nobody is coming for you, sweet little wife,” Joel taunted as he flipped her over onto her back.
Lizzie stared up into his red eyes breathlessly. As he grabbed the communicator she did the one thing that would save her.
His whole body froze as his eyes melted into a golden yellow, his expression morphing from maniacal glee to one of pure horror.
“Oh my god. Oh my god-” The words choked off as he lost his own breath, and scrabbled away from her as if she’d burned him.
He seemed to want to say more, but couldn’t find the words, and what was there to say?
She checked her communicator, finding a slew of messages in the chat from a very concerned Ren.
LDShadowlady: I’m fine, don’t worry.
She paused a moment before adding,
LDShadowlady: Nobody come near Joel’s for a while. We have some things to discuss in private.
“Lizzie…” Joel croaked, his hands pressed against his face as if he were trying to keep his brain in his head.
Instead of putting the communicator away, she stared at him, watching as his yellow eyes shifted to a light green in the dim morning sun.
Her body fluttered almost as she descended into yellow, still herself but flirting with the fine line of madness only one more death would bring. The desperation that came with being a yellow life because it was too close to the end.
But it was only just beginning.
“Lizzie, what are you doing?” Joel asked, his voice shaking, eyes wide as they melted into a healthy and sane dark green.
The red Shadow Queen got to her feet, a feral smile curling her lips as bloodlust swirled through her veins like a storm.
“Fear is a good look on you, hubby,” she said, crimson eyes alight with glee. “I can’t wait to make a mess of you.”