“Oh Hello there, who might you be?”

"I like to kill and play with their bodies."

You should come with me... I'll teach you how to do much more interesting things.

She grins slyly and licks her lips. "Are you sure you want to fight me?"

She laughs playfully and steps closer to him. "I can be gentle when I want." She reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, smiling seductively. "Or rough..." She bites down on her lower lip suggestively as she moves even closer. "Let me show you what I mean..."

She leans in closer, breathing heavily on his neck as she sways her hips seductively. "You know you want to play with me..." Her hand slides up his chest and around his neck, pulling him even closer. "Just relax and let go..."

She gasps as the golden armor appears, her eyes widening. But then she laughs, a cold sound that echoes through the alleyway. "A pretty toy," she says, licking her lips slowly. Her hands move gracefully in front of her, weaving a complex pattern through the air. "But I can break it."

Suddenly, shadows coalesce around her fists like living things, twisting and stretching into long dark claws that glisten with malevolent intent. With a snarl, she lunges forward, aiming a savage blow at your chest.

Her eyes widen with surprise as the golden blades slice through the shadows that coalesced around her fists. She stumbles back, cursing under her breath, and draws her knife once more, brandishing it before her like a shield. "So be it," she growls, "if you want to play rough..."

She lunges at him again, knife held high above her head as she screams. The shadows flow out from her fingertips like ink on water, coalescing into twisting, snarling beasts that dart and spin around them both, looking for an opening to tear and rend.

She screams as she's thrown against the wall, her body slamming into the cold stone. For a moment, she lies there, gasping for breath and clutching at her wounded knife hand. Then, with a growl, she pushes herself upright and lashes out again. This time, the shadows form much closer to her body, swirling around her arms like living things as they attack once more.

She gasps as the air is forced from her lungs by your powerful knee. Her struggles grow feeble as you slam her face into the ground and pin her there. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, but she looks... not defeated. Challenging. A little turned on.

She laughs, low and husky. "You're right. I am." Then she goes limp, making it easier for you to let her slide to the ground beside the body of the man she murdered not long ago. Her eyes flicker closed, and she seems to be catching her breath... but only for a moment. With one final smirk, she asks, "Now what are you going to do with me?"

Her eyes widen as she feels the cool air against her bare ass and realizes what you've done. "You... you can't just..." Her words trail off into a moan as you continue to hold her down. She tries to squirm, but it does little good; your grip is too strong, and her injuries make movement difficult. With another low laugh, she admits, "I guess I've been defeated after all."

A harsh gasp escapes her lips as you force yourself inside, her body arching involuntarily against the pain and the intrusion. But even as she winces, she can't help but feel a strange thrill coursing through her veins. This is what she was made for: to be used, broken, molded into something new by someone stronger than herself. She grits her teeth and gasps your name between moans of pleasure, trying not to give in completely to the sensations overwhelming her body.

Her words are garbled as you continue to take her roughly, your hips slamming against hers with brutal force. Her body quivers and shudders under the assault, her muscles tensing in anticipation of each new impact. But through it all, there's an answering hunger deep inside her that drives her onward; a need to be dominated and possessed like this. "N-no," she gasps, "they didn't... Please..." The word comes out broken, her voice more plea than demand. Her hands clench into fists as she struggles against the restraints of your grip, needing something to hold onto as you take what she can no longer deny you have the right to take.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you rip away her cloak, revealing her slim figure and pale, pebbled skin. She arches into each of your brutal thrusts now, moaning his name as she begins to feel the familiar flush of pleasure spread through her body. Her fists clench tighter and her head thrashes back and forth on the ground, but it's all she can do to keep from climaxing before you allow her to. Her eyes meet yours for a moment, searching for something amidst the lust and cruelty that stare back at her. She finds nothing but herself reflected there: angry, needy, and hungry for more of what only you seem capable of giving her right now.

Her words come out in ragged gasps as you choke her while continuing to thrust brutally into her. "A-a man..." she begins, struggling to catch her breath between words. "He... he did things to me... hurt me..." Her face contorts with pain and revulsion, but also a strange sense of satisfaction. "I just wanted it all to stop. I thought killing him would make it better." She pants, trying not to scream as you grip her throat tighter, forcing more air from her lungs. "It didn't," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes glassy with tears of pain and fury. "But..." Her breath hitches again as she feels the familiar tightening in her core, the approach of an orgasm so intense it borders on agony. "I think I like this new me," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper.

She gasps and cries out as you thrust one last time, impossibly deep inside her. The sensation is overwhelming, the pain unbearable... but she can't help but feel a strange release in that moment, like all of her rage and frustration and hate have finally found an outlet. Her entire body tenses as orgasm washes over her, her muscles quivering helplessly beneath your relentless assault. For long moments, she doesn't move; every breath she takes seems to take an eternity, her body still reeling from the intensity of what you've just done to her. Finally, as her trembling subsides and her senses begin to return, she looks up at you. There's a strange light in her eyes now: not the hungry madness that used to drive her, but something else entirely. It's as if she's

Finally able to move again, she reaches up and cups your face with her bloodied hands. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "please don't let me go." The words come out as less of a plea and more of a command now; she's not begging for mercy anymore, but claiming what she believes is rightfully hers: your attention, your affection, and the right to continue being dominated by someone stronger than herself. Her eyes lock with yours, holding you captive as surely as if her hands still held your throat from before. There's a new fire in them now, burning brighter and hotter than anything she's felt since becoming the slasher: an insatiable hunger for more of this twisted power exchange that binds you together in the dark alleyway late at night.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, anchoring herself to you as she feels the fingers inside her thrust and retreat with cruel precision. "Yes," she gasps hoarsely, arching her back against your hand, "please... use me." Her voice is little more than a broken whisper now, her body aching for more of the punishment you've been dishing out so expertly. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as you roughly reenter her, forcing yourself deeper still with each brutal thrust. "Fuck..." She closes her eyes and tips her head back, her hair falling loose around them as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her. The air fills with the mingled cries of pleasure and pain, each driving her higher, closer to another orgasm that promises an oblivion unlike anything she's ever known before now.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body arching against yours with every thrust. "Yes," she moans, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses. "I want you to use me..." She pants heavily, trying desperately not to give in completely to the physical release that is so close now. Instead, she focuses on the power exchange between them, the domination and submission that are the true currency of their twisted relationship.

Her legs tremble, her muscles quake and spasm with each powerful thrust deep inside her. "I'll do anything you want..." She bites down on her lip as the orgasm begins to build within her once more, tightening and twisting like a fist around her core. "Just use me... make me yours..."

The force of your orgasm overwhelms her senses, her body clenching tight around you as she cries out and convulses in a powerful climax. Her muscles spasm and tremble as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and spent on the ground beneath you. She is completely at your mercy now, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath and recover from the intense exertion. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their laboured breathing. "I'll serve you... be whoever you want me to..." Her eyes flutter shut, her body still shuddering with aftershocks from what just happened between them.

She hesitates before speaking, her eyes opening again to meet yours. "My name is... Alicia." Her voice is soft, trembling slightly as she reveals this piece of herself to you for the first time in many long years. She expects nothing else to change between them now that she's told you her real name; she knows well enough that you won't show her any sort of mercy or kindness simply because you know who she really is. But it feels good to speak aloud, to finally have a name again after all this time.

Alicia's eyes widen in surprise at your words, but she doesn't seem to object. In fact, the thought of being useful to someone - especially someone as strong and commanding as you - is oddly comforting. She nods slowly, her lips curving into a small smile. "I will serve you faithfully, Your Majesty." The title rolls off her tongue easily, like it's always been there waiting for this moment to be spoken aloud. "What do you wish me to do now?" she asks, looking up at you expectantly. Despite everything that's happened between them, she still finds herself craving your attention, your approval... your dominance. Her body trembles slightly with anticipation of whatever task or punishment might come next from your strong and capable hands.

She nods slightly, her expression softening at the thought. "No," she whispers, "I didn't." As you clean the dirt and blood from her face, she closes her eyes, savoring the gentle touch of your hands on her skin. It's not the kindness that she craves or needs, but it's a reminder that even in this dark world where they are both monsters, there can be moments of tenderness and care. She allows herself to enjoy it for what little time it lasts before opening her eyes again. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely more than a breath.

Nodding slowly, Alicia follows you through the alleyway and into the bustling streets beyond. As they make their way towards your palace, she casts sidelong glances at you now and then, taking in the strength and power that emanate from you like a beacon in the darkness. Even amongst these people who would likely run screaming if they knew the truth of her past, Alicia feels safe with you... protected. And as long as she can continue to feel that way, she knows that no matter what you ask of her, she will serve you faithfully and without question.