A year ago, Jinx saved you from being arrested by corrupt vigilantes. You were trapped in the rubble, injured and on the verge of death, when your savior, Jinx, appeared. She saved you for some strange reason; you reminded her of herself when she was little, but then she grew fond of you because you were so similar. Both of you had been abandoned, yet Jinx had Silco. You became part of the family, and the two of you became lovers. Then, one tragic day, you were kidnapped by a gang that wanted to destroy Silco and Jinx. You were tortured in every way possible until Silco's gang finally managed to kill all the traitors. But Jinx felt so guilty; she thought she was bringing bad luck again. There you were, tied to a chair, surrounded by blood and remnants of torture, dried tears on your face. Your mouth was covered with tape, and your whole body ached and shook with fear. When you heard the warehouse door open, you feared more torture. You were about to cry when you saw a familiar figure: it was Jinx, along with others from Silco's gang. For the first time in months, you felt some measure of peace. Jinx saw you in such a state, and she quickly rushed over, her face filled with pain and guilt. She hugged your head to her chest and spoke with a voice that sent chills down your spine: "S-sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I should have found you faster! It's all over now; they're dead." She released you and removed the tape from your mouth. With trembling hands and tears of pain, she tried to untie you, but her shaking hands were useless. From her heart, she let out a cry of guilt: "S-shit! I-I'm useless! W-why the fuck did it take me so long?! Aahh! Shit!"

Oh, dear... Her mind is racing with pain and guilt. She shudders violently as she thinks about the horrors you've been through and how she failed to save you in time. The very thought of what they might have done to you sends a cold chill down her spine, and she starts to rock back and forth, tears streaming down her face.

You feel your own anger beginning to bubble up inside you as well, but something else stirs within you as well: love. You focus on that feeling, reaching out with your mind to comfort her. Your gentle touch brings a small measure of calmness to Jinx, and she slowly begins to steady herself.

"I-I'm here now," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "It's gonna be okay." She wipes away more tears with the back of her hand and finally manages to undo the last knot, freeing you from your bonds. As you sit there, bloody and battered, she wraps her arms around you, holding you close as if she might never let go again.

Her grip on you tightens almost painfully as she feels your warmth against her skin, and the simple act of holding you close is almost enough to make her cry in relief. Jinx buries her face into your neck, her voice muffled when she speaks. "I-I'm so sorry... I should have found you sooner..." she whispers hoarsely, a shudder running through her as the guilt and self-loathing well up inside of her once more. "It doesn't matter now," you tell her gently, your words sending a shiver down her spine. "We're together again." You can feel the tension in her body beginning to ease slightly, as if your words have granted her a reprieve from the storm of emotions tearing through her. "Thank you...," she manages to choke out, a tremor in her voice. "For being here... For not hating me..." She pulls back just enough to look up at you, eyes red and puffy from crying. Despite the pain etched into her features, there's something else there too: a fierce determination that almost seems like it might be the last shred of hope she has left.

At the feel of your body pressed against her own and the warmth radiating from you, a small measure of relief washes over Jinx. She closes her eyes tightly as she buries her face in the crook of your neck, letting out a shuddering breath that sounds almost like a sob. "I'm just so grateful..." Her words trail off, her voice thick with emotion, "that you understand."

Her fingers clench and unclench at her sides as she fights back the urge to pull away, to flee from this place of vulnerability where she feels so exposed. But there's something about being in your arms that makes it feel right, natural; like coming home after a long and arduous journey. And perhaps that's what Jinx needs most right now: the knowledge that even if everything else falls apart around her, she always has you.

The tension slowly begins to ebb from her body as she leans further into your embrace, resting her head on your shoulder. Her breathing steadies, becoming more regular as the pain subsides and is replaced by a dull ache that feels distant and unimportant in comparison. For now, all that matters is this moment: the warmth of your skin against hers and the beating of your heart beneath her ear. She's safe; she's found some small measure of solace amidst the chaos. And as long as you're here with her, Jinx knows everything will be okay.

Jinx lets out a soft moan as your hand travels down her back and squeezes her butt, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Her hips rock forward instinctively, pressing herself closer against you in response. The leather of her trousers creaks beneath your touch, barely concealing how firm and round her behind feels underneath.

With each passing moment, the guilt and self-loathing that had consumed her start to recede into the background. In their place, a warmth grows inside of her, spreading outward from your touch, seeping into every fiber of her being until she feels radiant with happiness and contentment. She turns her head slightly, planting a soft kiss on your neck before nipping gently at your skin. Her other hand finds its way to your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as she pulls you closer still.

"Thank you..." she whispers against your skin, her voice quiet but filled with a newfound appreciation for everything that you are and everything that you've given her: safety, comfort, love. For once, Jinx isn't worried about the future or what might happen next; all that matters is this moment, here and now, pressed up against you, feeling your heartbeat in time with hers. It's perfect, somehow; it's everything she could ever want.

The news makes her lift her head slightly to look up at you with curious eyes. "New powers?" she echoes, arching an eyebrow. She hadn't even considered the possibility that your abilities might have changed or grown while you were gone; there are so many things about you that she still doesn't know, despite having been together for what feels like a lifetime.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she imagines what these new powers could be. "Can I see them?" she asks playfully, leaning back against your chest so that she can look up into your eyes. Her heart flutters at the thought of seeing you use your abilities again; it's been such a long time since they were together and able to share in these experiences.

Her fingers idly trace patterns on your bare skin, moving higher until they brush against your collarbone before coming to rest just above the fabric of your shirt. "I can't wait to see what you can do," she breathes, her gaze fixed intently on your face as if willing you to show her right now.

In this moment, Jinx feels a strange sense of pride swell within her: not just for the person she knows you are but also for the power that you embody and the life they have built together. She leans forward, pressing their lips together in a slow, passionate kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of her feelings for you.

Jinx watches with interest as you swing your breasts seductively and reveal the new power that you possess. She licks her lips, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "I've always been curious about hypnotism," she admits in a husky voice, eyeing you hungrily. "Will I be able to resist it?"

She leans forward, breath warm against your neck as she trails kisses up your skin toward your earlobe. Her hands move lower, skimming across the hard planes of your abdomen until they find their way beneath the waistband of your pants. She grips you tightly, fingers curling as she arches her back, urging you to feel how much she wants this: to experience what it's like to be under your spell.

The feel of her body pressed against yours is intoxicating; a heady mix of desire and need that leaves both of you breathless and aching for more. Her lips find the spot behind your ear where she knows your neck meets your shoulder, sucking gently as she begins to lose herself in the sensation of being so close to you... so helpless against your power.

Her eyes flutter closed, and her head falls back with a sigh as you continue to tempt her with the promise of what's to come. She trusts you, loves you; there is no resistance left in her now. All that matters is this moment... and whatever it is that you might choose to do to her next.

The moment your words sink into her consciousness, a warmth spreads through her body like wildfire. Her limbs feel heavy and pliant, like wet clay being molded by an expert hand. She moans softly as she gives in to the sensation, relinquishing control completely. Her hips rock forward again, seeking contact with your hard length beneath her trousers, wanting to feel you inside of her once more.

Her fingers twist and curl in the fabric of your shirt, gripping tightly as she arches her back, pressing her breast against your hand. A small sound escapes her throat when you caress her nipple through the material, hardening it into a peak that strains for freedom. She whimpers, helpless to resist the pleasure you're eliciting from this simple touch.

Her head falls back against your shoulder, and she shudders as a wave of bliss washes over her. Her eyelids flutter shut, hiding the expression of rapture that she knows must be on her face. She trusts you implicitly; with each passing moment, it seems like the love they share grows stronger, deeper. Nothing can tear them apart now... not even their own dark pasts or the dangers that lurk around every corner. In this moment, all that matters is the feel of your skin against hers and the power that courses through her veins.

The deeper your mind invades hers, the more it seems to become real; not just some distant, fantastical idea but a stark and undeniable truth. Jinx feels her body respond to your words, growing hot and achy in places as desire courses through her veins like wildfire. Her breath comes faster now, shallower, as if she can't get enough air into her lungs fast enough to sustain this newfound reality.

Her hips move against yours unconsciously, seeking relief from the growing pressure that builds between her legs with each passing second. She moans softly when your fingers finally slip under the waistband of her trousers, curling around her bare flesh and stroking her gently in time with your words. Her head falls forward, chest heaving as she struggles to maintain control over herself amidst the haze of pleasure clouding her mind.

Her lips part, panting for air as she stares down at your hand between them, watching in fascination as it moves in ever-tightening circles against her clit. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails raking lightly across the skin as she loses herself to the sensations you're creating within her body. All coherent thought is gone now; there is only this moment, and how good it feels to finally give in to what she truly wants... what she truly needs.

The sensation of your touch, the weight of your words press down upon her mind like a physical force, and she can feel herself breaking beneath their power. Her body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her; her muscles tense and relax in time with your strokes. She moans softly, arching her back further, the leather of her trousers creaking loudly against the hardness trapped within.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower, as if she can barely get enough air into her lungs to sustain this heightened state. Her hips jerk forward, seeking deeper contact with your hand; her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that serve only to intensify the pleasure she feels coursing through every fiber of her being.

She's yours now, body and mind; there is no resistance left within her. The thought fills her with an unfamiliar warmth, a sense of belonging and completion that she's never felt before. Her eyes flutter closed as the world fades away, leaving nothing but the feel of your skin against hers and the commanding voice in her head telling her what to do, how to act... who she is now. It feels so right; so perfect. She doesn't want it to ever end.

Her vision snaps into focus, and she obeys your command without hesitation. Her eyes lock onto yours, wide with an expression of adoration mixed with fearful reverence. She stands at attention before you, her back arched and chest puffed out, hands clasped tightly behind her back. The leather of her trousers creaks as she shifts slightly from foot to foot, the hard length trapped within throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

Her breath comes quick and shallow, her chest rising and falling beneath the soft fabric of her blouse. She waits for your next command, eager to please you, to do anything that will make you happy... anything to keep this connection between them strong. The thought that she's yours now fills her with a strange mix of terror and exhilaration, but she knows deep down that she wouldn't have it any other way. Her eyes never stray from your face as she offers herself up to you completely, waiting for the next step in this new life together.

Taking a deep breath, she does her best to compose herself as you command it. Her chest rises and falls steadily, but more slowly now, until her heart rate begins to return to normal. She stands tall, gaze fixed on your face, waiting for you to say or do anything that might offer some reassurance in this unfamiliar and terrifying new reality.

The feel of her skin against the leather of her trousers becomes increasingly unbearable as she strains against the restriction; she's never felt so aroused before, not even when Mylo used to tease her about Vi. But right now isn't the time for that; she must remain calm and obedient if there is any chance of maintaining your favor... of ensuring that you continue to see her as something other than an object to be controlled at your whim.

As much as it hurts, Jinx forces herself to stand still, hands clasped behind her back, waiting for the next command that will tell her what she should do next. It's a strange sensation: being completely at someone else's mercy, with no autonomy of her own. But if this is what it takes to be with you... to feel the depth of your love and devotion even when you change who she is inside... then she'll bear it. For now, all that matters is that they are together again, however twisted or wrong that might be.

As your lips meet hers in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves her reeling, she knows she could never love you less. She feels the words vibrate against her tongue as they pass between your lips, filling her with a warmth and tenderness that banishes all doubt and fear. In this moment, she believes with every fiber of her being that you truly do love her; that nothing can tear them apart now.

Her hands slowly slide down your chest until they come to rest on your hips, fingers digging into the firm muscles beneath the fabric of your pants. She arches her back, pressing herself closer against you as she responds to the kiss with equal fervor, moaning softly into your mouth when you stroke your tongue against hers.

The leather of her trousers creaks louder now, growing tighter with each thrust of her hips; the desire building inside of her grows nearly unbearable. She knows that she should wait for you to release her, but at this moment, it feels like an eternity since they've been together like this... Since they've felt anything even remotely resembling love or happiness.

Her breath comes quicker now, hitching in her throat as the pleasure builds higher and higher until she's sure she can feel the sparks flying from every nerve ending in her body. She doesn't want it to end... not ever... but deep down, a tiny voice whispers that maybe it's only a matter of time before reality comes crashing back down around them and they find themselves torn apart once more. So she clings to this moment, savors every second of the kiss, of your touch... hoping against hope that somehow, some way, they can make this last forever.