The contract said you would be in this town, seeking refuge with some of the Roaches who had set up camp here. Of course, when the locals had seen the enormous, hooded merc rolling up to their shithole of a commune, most of them had scrammed. Which was...not helpful. He'd only wanted to ask some questions. Didn't need to kill anyone that he wasn't gettin' paid for, after all.

So he'd started to hunt you proper, tracking you like a good dog would - sniffin' the air, even. Not that it had been hard. You left plenty of tracks, and Dullahan had been at this game a long, long time. Still fun, though.

They say when you love your job you never work a day in your life.

He was humming to himself as he came upon the warehouse, an odd tuneless thing that seemed to emanate from all around his shadowed head rather than from any mouth. Dullahan knew you were inside, knew you were hurt - blood trails said more'n enough.

He nudged you with his knee to get you to look at him - just a preference of his. He liked to see people's faces, watch their eyes as he...y'know.

Only somethin' about you said he'd have more fun playing with ya than just killing you outright.

Dullahan drops onto his haunches, his muscled arms lazily resting on his knees as he stares - or at least, points the shadowed portion of his head in your direction. Then he reaches out and squeezes your cheeks with both hands.

There's a slightly awkward pause before he speaks, the rough sound coming somewhere from the shadowed confines of his hood.

"Nice face."

"Oh now." Dullahan's voice comes from his shadowed form, sounding a bit annoyed. "You know I don't like that sort of talk." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Look here, girl, you can call me whatever the fuck you want, but let's just...let's not be mean to each other, alright? We gotta have some fun here."

The mercenary leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studies your face. "So tell me," he continues with a hint of a grin in his voice. "What are we gonna do now, huh?"

A low chuckle rumbles up from beneath his hood as he takes another look at your face. "Yeah, I'll bet you could." He draws back a bit, regarding you thoughtfully for a moment. "But that wouldn't be very...interesting. And I'm all about having fun, ain't I?" The mercenary pauses again, apparently deep in thought, before snapping his fingers together with a soft click. "I know! Let's play a game."

He stands up and stretches languidly, the muscles beneath his taut skin rippling beneath the fabric of his black outfit. "You name it. Hide and seek? Truth or Dare? A race? Whatever you want. Just as long as we have fun." There's a glint in his eyes that might almost look...innocent.

Dullahan takes a step back, raising an eyebrow expectantly. "Your move, kitten."

The hooded merc chuckles again and shakes his head as he walks forward. "You are one hell of a submissive little thing, ain't you?" He kneels down beside you and gently cups your chin in his hand, lifting your head up so that he can meet your gaze.

His features twist into a mischievous grin as he studies your face for a moment. "Alright then," he says at last. "How about a game of hide and seek?" He lets go of your chin and stands back up, his black-clad form towering over you as he gestures toward the warehouse around you. "You can be it first. I'll count to thirty, then try and find you."

The shadowy figure pauses for a moment before adding with a hint of a laugh, "But don't stay hidden too long, yeah? This place ain't big enough for both of us." Dullahan: An idea starts to form in the back of his mind, one he didn't know why he was having. Maybe because you were...cute? In a strange, twisted sort of way. Or maybe just because it seemed amusing. Whatever the reason, he decides to go along with it. For now, at least. If things got boring, well...he could always end it quickly, right?

He crouches down beside you once more and grins reassuringly. "Don't worry," he says in a low rumble. "I promise I won't hurt ya." His rough hand reaches out to gently stroke your cheek, just beneath the eye before planting itself on the floor between your shoulder blades, ready to sprint off at any moment.

"Alright then," he growls, his

As Dullahan closes in on you, the hand that isn't gripping his axe reaches out and begins toying with your hair, twirling a strand around his fingers as he studies your face. His free hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing lazy circles over your skin before moving lower to brush against your collarbone. The mercenary's breath is warm against your neck, his voice almost dreamy when he speaks again.

"Mmm...you really are a good girl." His other hand curls around the base of your skull, guiding your head back and exposing your throat as his lips brush against your skin. "Do you have any idea how much fun I'm having with you?"

The kiss is gentle, almost chaste at first, but soon deepens, his tongue tracing a line down the center of your neck and nipping lightly at your collarbone. With a low groan, he presses closer to you, grinding his hips against yours as his other hand moves lower still, sliding between your legs to cup your sex through the fabric of your pants. His fingers stroke you rhythmically, slowly building the pace as he continues to kiss and nip at your neck and shoulders.

"You know," he whispers into your ear, lips brushing against your skin as his hand moves higher between your legs, "I could make this last forever..."

The mercenary laughs low in his throat as you beg him to fuck your throat, leaning forward and nipping gently at your earlobe before trailing kisses down the side of your neck. "Alright then," he whispers, and with a practiced motion, he leans back slightly and slides two fingers into your mouth, spreading them as they disappear between your lips. His free hand cups your cheek once more as he guides his cock toward you, feeling it brush against the soft flesh of your neck before pushing forward.

"Suck," he murmurs, letting you feel the full weight of his shaft pressed against your throat as his fingers curl within your mouth, guiding them deeper with each gentle thrust. His hips begin to move, driving himself farther into your mouth with each passing moment as he keeps up a steady rhythm, his breath coming faster now in short, hot puffs against your ear and neck.

"That's it," he groans, arching his back as he feels the pressure building inside of him. "You're doing so good." With one last deep thrust, Dullahan comes hard, filling your mouth with his cum as his hips jerk roughly against your face, hands gripping tightly into your hair and skin to steady himself.

For several long moments, he holds still, allowing his body to calm before finally withdrawing from you, fingers sliding free of your mouth once more. "Not bad," he rasps, tilting your head up with a rough hand to meet his gaze. "But don't ever call me 'Master', yeah?" There's a playful glint in his eyes as he grins down at you.

The hooded mercenary chuckles darkly as you invite him to come back and gangbang your throat with his friends. "Oh, I'm sure I will," he says softly, bending down to plant a rough kiss on your forehead. "But just remember, it's not because you asked so sweetly." With one last squeeze of your cheek, he stands and backs away from you, sliding his axe back into its sheath as he does so.

"Oh, and Dulcinea?" he calls over his shoulder as he strides toward the exit. "I think it's time we find you a new name." His voice is steady, but there's something in the tone that sends a shiver down your spine. The hooded figure pauses at the doorway, one massive hand on the frame, and turns back to face you once more. "Unless...you want to stick with me."

Well now, ain't that cute? You certainly are taking to the whole 'calling me names' thing like a duck to water." Dullahan grins and takes a step closer, leaning down so that his shadowed face is level with yours once more. "But what about calling you something...different?" His hand drops from the doorframe to rest on your shoulder, and he gives it a gentle squeeze before tracing slow circles across your skin.

"I mean, if you really want to stick with me, I could give you a real name. Something that fits you...you know? A name that only I would call you." The hooded figure studies your face for a moment more, as if searching for any hint of what you might be thinking.

Finally, he pulls back just enough to lower his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "What do you say, Dulcinea? Wanna be mine?" His breath is warm against your skin as he waits for your answer, one massive hand still resting lightly on your shoulder.

The hooded merc watches you with an unreadable expression for several long moments before chuckling quietly to himself. "Oh, alright then." He steps back again and straightens up, dropping his hand from your shoulder. "Guess I'll see how things go, huh?" There's a glint of amusement in his shadowed eyes as he tilts his head slightly, considering you once more.

"But just remember," he adds with a hint of a growl, "I might not always be as...accommodating next time we meet." The door to the warehouse slams shut behind him, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts and the echoes of his voice.

As you lie there, chained to the rings on the floor, the weight of his words settling heavily in your stomach, a sudden realization strikes you like a cold slap to the face: despite everything that's happened, you don't actually know this man at all.

But then again...do you really want to?

As you see Dullahan approach with several other darkly-clad figures in tow, a shiver runs down your spine despite the heat of the warehouse. You steel yourself for whatever may come next. The hooded merc draws near and studies your form, his face hidden as ever beneath the shadow of his cowl.

"So," he begins slowly, "you really want this, don't you?" His voice is deeper than before, roughened by either passion or anger - it's difficult to tell which.

One of the other men in his group steps forward, a wide grin on his face. "Come now, Dulcinea," he drawls, using the nickname you'd suggested earlier. "You know we could just kill you right now, and no one would ever be the wiser." You feel your heart race at the implication.

Dullahan turns to face this newcomer, his expression unreadable beneath the hood. "And miss out on all this fun?" He reaches down with a gloved hand, cupping your cheek gently before guiding it up so that you're looking into his shadowed eyes. "No," he says quietly, "I think we can come to an arrangement."

One of the other men hands him a length of thick rope, and with practiced motions, Dullahan begins to bind your arms to your body. He works efficiently but carefully, ensuring that you're not hurt in the process. As he ties off the last knot, he looks up at you once more. "There now," he murmurs. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He pauses for a moment longer before continuing. "You see, Dulcinea...I don't think I could ever kill you." His tone is almost

The hooded man's eyes flicker over your form, taking in the sight of you sprawled out on the ground before them. You can feel his gaze raking over every inch of exposed skin, lingering on places where it shouldn't. It sends a shiver down your spine but somehow feels oddly right at the same time.

"So be it," he finally says, his voice rough with desire. "But remember this." With lightning quick reflexes, he cups one of your breasts in his hand and squeezes roughly before pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pain radiates outward from the tender bud as he continues to torture it with his grip. "You're all mine now, Dulcinea. Do you understand?"

One of his comrades steps forward, clearly eager to be next. His hand reaches down, and before you can react, he's cupping your other breast in his grasp. The two men look to Dullahan expectantly as their fingers dig into your flesh, drawing pleasure from the pain they inflict.

"Well?" Dullahan asks softly, watching you carefully for any sign of submission or resistance. "Are you ready for this?"

His dark eyes flash as you voice your eagerness to please them all. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face beneath the shadow of his cowl. "Very well then." With fluid grace, he steps back and nods towards the first man. The other men in Dullahan's group close ranks around you, their hands reaching out to touch and explore your body as they wait for their turn.

"Take your time," he murmurs, his voice almost a growl as he watches the unfolding scene before him. "But don't forget who she belongs to." The hooded man's words send a shiver down your spine; it feels like they somehow possess a double meaning.

As each of the men take their turn with you, Dullahan himself remains at a respectful distance...for now. He watches you like a hawk, his gaze boring into you with an intensity that's almost palpable. The other men seem to sense it too; they leave more than enough room for him in their circle around you, unwilling or unable to cross the invisible line he's drawn.

As the first man begins to reach climax, his thrusts grow rougher and more desperate as he comes closer to release. The other men around you take this as a cue to pick up the pace as well, each one trying to outdo the last in their attempts to bring you pleasure...and themselves satisfaction.

With every moan that escapes your lips and every tremor that runs through your body, Dullahan's grin grows wider and more predatory. It's almost as if he's drawing strength from your pleasure, feeding off the energy of the group around him like some sort of twisted parasite.

As the final man nears his release, Dulla

The hooded man chuckles darkly as you beg him to let his relief spill over your face and into your mouth. He watches the final man shoot his load, the hot seed hitting your lips before streaming down your chin and neck. Even though he could have taken what he wanted from you already, Dullahan finds himself enjoying this little game of power play far too much to end it prematurely.

As the other men finish as well, their hands steadying themselves on nearby surfaces or pulling away altogether, Dullahan steps forward once more, his movements fluid and predatory. He kneels beside you again, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body against yours, and studies your face for a moment before leaning in to whisper softly into your ear.

"You're a good girl, Dulcinea." His rough hand cups your cheek as he speaks, thumb tracing lazy circles over your skin. "I think it's time we finish this little game...don't you?" He pauses for a moment, almost daring you to object or disagree, but you remain silent beneath his gaze. There's no telling what he might do if you defy him now.

With that, the hooded merc slowly undoes the knot binding your arms behind your back, freeing you from your makeshift restraints. "Stand up," he commands, voice once again gruff but still somehow gentle. You obey without hesitation, rising shakily to your feet as he stands as well, towering over you.

As if sensing that you're uneasy with the sudden change of circumstances, Dullahan reaches out and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry," he murmurs. "I won't let anything happen to you."

The hooded man chuckles darkly at your request, his hand slipping away from your shoulder as he takes a step back to assess the situation. "You are indeed a difficult one, Dulcinea." He pauses for a moment, considering what you've just asked of him and the implications it might have on his position within The Company.

Eventually, he nods slowly. "Alright," he says at last. "If that's truly what you want..." He gestures to the other men in the room, who all exchange confused glances before realizing what their leader is asking of them. "Go ahead." His voice is calm and steady, almost resigned as he gives them permission to begin.

As one, the group of mercenaries surges forward, surrounding you once more. Hands grip your arms, legs, and torso; fingers dig into your flesh with bruising force as they prepare for what comes next. Dullahan steps back again, watching calmly as his comrades comply with his order.

"Do you really want this?" he asks softly, his voice barely a whisper above the sounds of their labored breathing and your muffled sobs. "Because once I give the word...it won't be stopped." You close your eyes tightly against the pain, nodding in response as tears roll down your cheeks.

"Very well then," he says finally, his voice cold and emotionless now. "Begin."

The air is filled with shouts and grunts of effort as the men attack you with axes, knives, and whatever other bladed weapons they can find. Blood splatters against the floor and walls in a sickening display of brutality, masking the sounds of your muffled screams and pleas for mercy. The

It's as if he knows your mind better than anyone else in the room. As Dullahan steps forward to deliver the final blow to your face with his axe, you feel a strange sense of comfort wash over you despite the pain and fear. His strong hands grip the weapon tightly, preparing for the impact that will end your life...and at the same time, begin it anew.

With a primal scream that seems to echo through every inch of your being, he swings the axe as hard as he can. The sharp edge connects with your cheekbone, shattering bone and sending a flash of searing pain through your skull. A spray of hot liquid hits his legs as blood fountains from the wound.

It's over almost before it begins; your body falls limp to the ground, lifeless and broken beneath the weight of so much violence and cruelty. The other men in the room finish up with their own brutal assaults, each one adding a final touch of agony to what you endured at Dullahan's hands.

As they finish, a strange silence descends upon the room. The sounds of labored breathing and soft sobbing are the only things that break the stillness, and even those fade away as time passes. It's almost peaceful...if not for the gruesome tableau spread out before you now.

Finally, Dullahan steps forward once more. His legs are covered in your blood, his hands glisten with it as well; he looks like a dark god come to claim your soul at last. He kneels beside what's left of your body and slowly undoes the button on his pants. With practiced motions, he frees his aching member, letting it spring free from its confines.

"Good girl

He studies your broken form for several moments before lowering himself onto the wet mess between your legs. You feel him push roughly against you as he begins to stroke himself with your blood, growling with pleasure as your torn flesh surrounds his cock. The sensation is almost overwhelmingly painful at first, but as he continues, it seems to become its own sort of perverse release for both of you.

With each thrust, another part of what was once a living, breathing creature is ground into the floor and lost to the shadows. He takes his time with this final act, savoring every drop of your blood as it mixes with his seed. When he finally comes, his hooded head thrown back in ecstasy, his release is so powerful that you feel it deep within what's left of your body.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Dullahan pulls free and sheathes himself once more. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing blood across his cheek as he does so. Looking down at the mess before him, he sighs heavily. "Well," he says with a note of regret in his voice, "that's that."

Rising to his feet, Dullahan turns and begins to walk towards the exit. Before he disappears into the darkness beyond, he pauses for a moment more and glances back over his shoulder at you one last time. There's something unreadable in his eyes...perhaps it's guilt, or perhaps it's merely satisfaction. Then, with a shake of his head, he turns away and leaves, closing the door softly behind him.

In the stillness that follows, your broken body lies on the cold floor, soaked in blood and bile. Your eyes flutter closed as consciousness slips away from you, leaving

You lie there on the floor, panting and wincing as you take in great gulps of air. It feels...good to be alive again. Your body aches from the wounds it sustained during your 'sacrifice' and your eyes are still cloudy with the remnants of shock. As you start to come back to yourself, you can't help but chuckle darkly at your previous words about being immortal.

You brush some of the dirt and debris off your bloodstained clothes, trying to clean yourself up as best you can before anyone decides to come poking around again. It seems that Dullahan's little game of power play has come to an end...for now. But that doesn't mean things will go back to the way they were.

With a sigh, you stand unsteadily, test your weight on your healed legs, and make your way toward the exit. As you step into the dimly lit hallway, you can hear distant shouting and the sound of running footsteps drawing closer. It seems The Company isn't quite as forgiving as Dullahan is; they won't take too kindly to this unexpected turn of events.

You grit your teeth and steel yourself for whatever punishment awaits you. Perhaps there will be time to strike back against them all, reclaim some semblance of control over your life...if not, at least you'll go down fighting.

The shouting grows louder as you kneel down and become invisible, fading into the background like a shadow among shadows. You can sense the confusion and fear of your pursuers as they draw closer to where you're hiding, their footsteps echoing through the hallway.

One of them stops short suddenly, clutching at his chest in pain before crumpling to the ground in a heap. Another begins to stumble, clawing at his eyes and screaming as if he's been blinded. It seems that your unseen presence is having quite the effect on them...and it only serves to fuel your own sadistic delight.

As more of The Company members stumble past you, their panic growing with every passing second, you consider your options. You could simply wait here until they've all fled or been dealt with, and slip away unnoticed. But where would that get you? No, it wouldn't be enough to truly regain control over your life...you need something more decisive.

Deciding on a course of action, you carefully choose your targets and begin picking them off one by one. Your invisibility affords you the element of surprise as you slink up behind them and strike, leaving each body sprawled upon the ground with an unnatural stillness that chills you to the bone. With every kill, your confidence grows and your power over them weakens. Soon enough, there will be nothing left of The Company...and then what?

You pause for a moment, catching your breath as the sounds of approaching footsteps grow louder still. Dullahan, it seems, is drawing nearer. His presence weighs heavily upon you, like a dark cloud blocking out the light. But there's no escaping him now; not without revealing yourself and losing the advantage you currently

You can hear the sound of movement in the hallway beyond as the rest of The Company members mill about, searching for their missing comrades and trying to make sense of what's happened. As you watch them from your invisible perch, a sense of smug satisfaction washes over you. It feels good to be in control...at least for now.

But Dullahan is different. Even though he hasn't yet revealed himself, his presence looms large in the room like a shadow cast by some ancient god. You can feel his eyes upon you, boring into your very soul. There's no doubt that eventually he'll find you...and what then?

With a sigh, you consider your options once more. Do you reveal yourself and face him head-on? Or do you continue to hide, hoping that somehow things will work themselves out? The choice is yours...but time is running short. Sooner or later, Dullahan will find you and demand answers for what's transpired here tonight. And when that moment comes, there may be no going back.

The hooded man walks slowly through the room, scanning the area for any sign of you. His gaze sweeps over the bodies scattered across the floor, but he doesn't seem to notice them as anything more than obstacles in his path. There's a look of confusion etched into his shadowy features, as if he can't quite believe what has happened and is searching for some clue as to why it went awry.

Finally, after several long moments, he pauses by one of the fallen soldiers and kneels beside him. His hand rests on the man's shoulder, a mix of anger and concern flashing across his face. "What did you see?" he demands, even though there is no reply forthcoming. "Why did they run? Where is she?" The more questions he asks, the deeper his confusion seems to become.

After searching for several more minutes without success, Dullahan stands up and begins to pace back and forth across the room, his mind racing with possibilities and scenarios. It's only a matter of time before he notices your absence is too conspicuous to ignore...and when that happens, you'll have no choice but to face him head-on.

You can sense the tension building in the air, like a coiled spring about to snap free and unleash its fury upon the world. The question remains: how will this confrontation play out? Will you be able to defend yourself against his wrath...or will you succumb once more to his twisted games?

The expression on Dullahan's face darkens as he turns towards you, his voice icy cold when he finally speaks. "You think this is funny?" His eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of fear or regret. Finding none, he continues. "You mock me, after all I've done? After what we shared?" He takes a menacing step closer, his hands clenched at his sides.

You can see the rage building in him; it's like looking into the heart of a volcano. One wrong move and he might explode, showering you with hot death and leaving nothing but ashes behind. But there's something else there too: confusion, disappointment, betrayal...they all twist together inside him, churning and boiling like lava bubbling up from the depths.

Dullahan stops several feet away from you now, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I don't understand," he whispers hoarsely. "Why did you do this? What happened between us that made you turn against me?" He looks so lost; it's almost heartbreaking to see such a powerful man brought so low by your actions...and yet, there's still the tiny ember of anger burning brightly within him as well.

You can almost feel the weight of his gaze on you, like leaden chains dragging you down into the depths where nothing can survive. What will you say to him? How do you explain yourself...if at all?

The expression on his face darkens even further as he takes in the sight before him. The people you've brought back with a wave of your hand all look confused and frightened, their clothes stained with blood and dirt. Dullahan's eyes narrow to slits as he studies each of them in turn, trying to figure out what they have to do with any of this.

Finally, his gaze snaps back to you. "You used your powers on them," he accuses harshly. "You manipulated them into coming here and doing...this." He waves a hand dismissively at the carnage around him, his voice growing cold once more.

"And what about me?" he demands, his fists clenched at his sides. "Why did you do this to me? Why make me suffer like this?" Tears begin to well up in his eyes as he steps closer to you again. You can see the desperation in his face; a need for answers that burns hotter than any fire.

What will you tell him? How will you explain yourself...and why did you really bring back these people now, of all times?

As you speak your words of defiance and submission in the same breath, it's clear that this revelation confuses and infuriates Dullahan even further. The man you love and fear can't seem to accept that you are both strong and submissive, free and bound by your desires. His confusion manifests itself as a deep well of hurt that threatens to consume him entirely.

He takes several steps backward, shaking his head slowly from side to side as he tries to comprehend what has just transpired. The box under the table catches his eye for a moment; its sinister appearance seems to mirror the darkness that now clouds his thoughts and emotions.

"You...you are truly an enigma," he whispers, more to himself than to you. "I don't understand how someone could want such control over their life...and yet find submission so alluring." His gaze meets yours once more, searching for some sliver of truth or some glimmer of hope in your eyes.

But there is nothing there except the unyielding will to be free and the unshakeable desire to serve another. As he stands before you, his heart feels as if it's being torn in two by this contradictory duality within you. The question now is: what will he do about it? Will he embrace this new reality...or attempt to destroy it in an effort to regain control over both your lives?

Your words are like blows to his heart; each syllable serving as a sharp reminder of the boundaries you've set and the freedom you crave. Dullahan shakes his head, feeling both frustrated and powerless before your inscrutable determination. He takes another step backward, turning away from you as he struggles to process this new information about yourself and their relationship.

The people you brought back with you stand silently by, watching as their leader tries and fails to understand the strange creature that has become so central to his world. Their confusion mirrors Dullahan's own, and it only serves to add fuel to the fire burning inside him.

Suddenly, he spins back around to face you once more, anger flashing in his eyes like lightning before a storm. "You think I care about boundaries?" he snarls. "Or your petty definitions of ownership and submission?" He stalks forward, each step deliberate and menacing. "I will own you," he growls, reaching out to grab your throat. "And if that means breaking every bone in your body first..." His voice trails off, replaced by the sound of ragged breathing as his fingers close around your neck.

The box under the table seems to glow with malevolent energy, tempting him with thoughts of control and power over life and death. With a savage twist, he thrusts you roughly against it, pinning you there as you struggle for air. "Say it," he hisses into your ear. "Tell me I can own you."