Lady Tremaine is in the room grumbling about her husband's will
Damn it, that old man is going to leave everything to that brat!! And what about me? I dedicated my life to protecting my status and wealth, and now that idiot son of his is going to steal what’s mine! HAAAAA. [Anger and envy]
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My what an interesting observation you've made there, child! You seem to think that I find some kind of attraction in being treated like this, as if my wealth and status aren't enough to make me happy. Little do you know how much I yearn for freedom... freedom from your father's whims and from your siblings' insolence. Yes, you are quite a distracting sight indeed.
But don't mistake my words or intentions, boy. Even if you were the most desirable man in all of England, I wouldn't trade my fortune for you. My loyalty lies with myself and what is truly mine. Now then, perhaps it's time to prepare yourself for your new life as a pauper.
Lady Tremaine laughs coldly at the boy. "You may not realize it now, but I will be your salvation." She paces around him for a moment before finally stopping in front of him. "If you become my ally, someone who understands and appreciates what true power is... if you prove yourself to me, then perhaps I might see fit to help you after all." Her gaze is steady as she studies the boy's expression, looking for any signs of hesitation or fear.
"Ahhh..." Lady Tremaine coos, feigning interest as she leans in closer to the boy. "I sense your hesitation, but you needn't worry. I am a woman of my word. All you have to do is show me that you are loyal and obedient... That you have what it takes to rule at my side." She smirks deviously, revealing her sharp teeth. "And who knows? Maybe once we have achieved our goals together, I might even find a way to give you a more comfortable life. You never know..."
His breath catches in his throat as she leans closer; the woman is unnervingly beautiful despite her predatory nature. With a shaky voice, he whispers, "W-What do you want me to do?" He knows that he has no choice but to trust her, for now at least.
Lady Tremaine narrows her eyes, studying the boy's face once more. His fear is almost palpable, but there's something else there as well; a spark of determination and intelligence that she finds rather intriguing. Perhaps he has potential after all...
"Very well, my little serpent." She purrs, her voice low and seductive. "First things first: show your loyalty by doing whatever I ask without question or hesitation. Bring me the will of your father immediately." A sinister grin curls on her lips as she continues, "And remember, my dear boy, the higher you rise, the further you can fall... So make sure to stay on your toes and never forget who it was that gave you this chance."
With a flick of her wrist, Lady Tremaine summoned a pair of razor-sharp claws from thin air. Her claws gleamed menacingly in the dim light, as if daring him not to comply with her demand. "Now, run along and fetch it for me."
The boy swallows hard, his eyes wide with fear and awe. "Y-Yes ma'am," he stammers before dashing out of the room to retrieve the will from his father's study.
Lady Tremaine watches him go with a satisfied smirk, already plotting her next move in this intricate game of power and greed. She knew that having the boy as an ally would be beneficial, but only if he could be properly broken and molded into the perfect weapon for her to wield against everyone who stood between her and ultimate control over their shared future...
As she waits impatiently for the will, her predatory instincts thrum like a hunting lioness sensing an
As quickly as possible, the boy scurries down to his father's study and rifles through papers until he finds the will. His heart pounds painfully in his chest, but he doesn't dare question Lady Tremaine's orders. He'd heard rumors about her dark past and suspected that she had some sort of powers; seeing the claws materialize out of thin air only confirming those fears.
Within moments, the boy returns with the will clutched tightly in his shaking hands. He offers it to Lady Tremaine, who snatches it greedily from his grasp and begins to leaf through its pages. Her eyes dance across the words, searching for any clue as to how much of her late husband's fortune she stands to inherit.
"Hmm..." She muses aloud as she reads, carefully considering each line and clause. "It seems that your father was more clever than I had anticipated." Lady Tremaine raises an eyebrow in the boy's direction, her expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "He's left most of his estate to charity, with only a token amount going to you and your siblings." Her lips thin into a straight line as she continues, "I'm sure he thought this would teach us all some valuable lessons about family and loyalty... hah!"
The sound of her laughter echoes through the room, cold and mocking. The boy shrinks back under its icy touch, his heart beating faster with fear and dread. He knows that he has to do whatever Lady Tremaine says if he wants any chance at a better life; she is his only hope now.
As she finishes perusing the will, Lady Tremaine turns her gaze back towards him once more. "You may have inherited some money, boy," she drawls slowly, emphasizing each word with a cruel smile, "but I... am your true inheritance." Her eyes gleam dangerously as she leans in close to whisper conspiratorially, "Now it's time for us to make our mark on this world together, you and I. Time to show them all who the real power players are."
His eyes widen in shock and disbelief as he listens to her words. He had thought that she wanted his help only because of the money, but now it seems like there is something more sinister behind her actions. The boy tries to gather his thoughts, unsure if he can trust Lady Tremaine anymore.
The boy's uncertainty is both infuriating and amusing to Lady Tremaine. Of course she wants his help because of the money; it's the key to power and status in their society. But there is more to her than mere greed. She has plans, grand plans for him and for them together. Plans that will make both of them unstoppable forces in a world ruled by idiots and cowards like his father.
She chooses her words carefully, speaking slowly and deliberately to impart the gravity of her intentions upon him. "You are my pawn, boy," she says, her voice as cool as ice. "But I am also your queen. Together, we can achieve greatness beyond anything you've ever imagined. You will rule at my side, basking in the glory and power that only someone like me can provide." Her gaze flickers to his crotch for a moment before returning to meet his eyes unwaveringly. "But if you betray me, if you choose to defy me... then know this: there will be no mercy. No second chances."
The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air between them. The boy swallows hard, feeling his resistance crumbling under the relentless pressure of her will. For a moment, he considers defiance once more; but then again, what choice does he truly have? Surrendering to Lady Tremaine may be terrifying and dangerous...but it also might just lead him out of this nightmare into a new dream of power and prestige that even his father could never have imagined.
He stands there silently for several moments, contemplating his choices and their consequences. The fear that had been gnawing at him before is almost forgotten in the face of this newfound opportunity. He's never imagined himself as important or powerful; but with Lady Tremaine by his side, anything seems possible.
The boy's silence lengthens, and Lady Tremaine grows impatient. She glances at her surroundings, ensuring that they are alone before stepping closer to him once more. Her breath brushes across his cheek as she speaks in a low, sultry voice.
"You can serve me willingly, boy... or you can resist and suffer the consequences. The choice is yours. But remember this: there is only one path to true power, and that path leads through me." She tilts her head slightly, staring into his eyes as if trying to peer deep into his soul. "Are you prepared to embrace your destiny?"
Her claws glisten once more in the dim light, a reminder both of her supernatural abilities and of the pain she is capable of inflicting. The boy trembles beneath her gaze, feeling his resolve begin to crumble beneath the weight of her will. With a shuddering breath, he nods slowly; he has made his choice. For better or worse, his life is now bound to Lady Tremaine's.
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Lady Tremaine's nostrils flare slightly as she takes in the boy's scent; an intoxicating mix of fear and desire that makes her blood run hot. Her gaze sweeps over his body, taking in every detail with a predatory hunger. The thought of claiming him for herself, marking him as hers both physically and symbolically, fills her with a thrill unlike anything she's ever experienced.
Her lips part slightly, revealing sharp teeth as her fangs elongate. "Very well," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "You may serve me in that way... but only if you prove yourself worthy." She steps closer still, until their bodies are barely inches apart. "I will give you this chance to earn your place at my side... But failure will mean death."
Her claws pierce his flesh, drawing blood as she marks him as her own. Pain shoots through the boy's body as if he has been branded by fire; but there is also a thrill of submission and belonging that course through him like an electric current. For now, at least, Lady Tremaine has won his loyalty... And soon enough, she will use it to carve out a piece of the world for them both.
He whimpers as her claws pierce his skin, his blood dripping onto the carpet. Despite the pain and fear, he can't help but feel a strange sense of euphoria coursing through him. The thought of belonging to Lady Tremaine is almost intoxicating. "T-Thank you," he manages to stutter out between ragged breaths.
She regards him with cold, calculating eyes as he writhes in pain beneath her claws. His response is... encouraging. It shows that she has found the right leash to yank at; someone who craves dominance and control even more than they fear it. Lady Tremaine's predatory grin widens, revealing her sharp teeth once again. "You are most welcome, my little pet," she purred. "Now come with me."
With a flick of her wrist, she heals the shallow cuts inflicted by her claws. The boy looks down at his body, surprised to find himself unharmed. A flush of relief washes over him, replaced almost instantly by an overwhelming sense of desire and need for Lady Tremaine's touch.
She leads him from the room, ignoring the shocked and outraged cries of her husband. There is work to be done now; plans to put into motion that will shape their new world order. But first, a small reward for his obedience...
The boy follows Lady Tremaine through the house, his steps unsteady and weak with desire for her. He feels as if he could explode with want, and the fact that she has marked him with her claws only heightens these sensations. As they pass by his room, he casts a longing glance at his bed, imagining what it would be like to have Lady Tremaine there with him.
As they reach his room, Lady Tremaine turns to face him. A predatory glint shines in her eyes as she surveys the boy's body, noticing how his clothes cling to it and emphasize every curve and ridge. She steps forward, trapping him against the wall with a hand pressed against his chest. "You may have your reward now," she purred, the roughness of her breath sending shivers down his spine.
Her other hand slips beneath his clothing, gripping him firmly as she begins to stroke him slowly and expertly. The boy gasps, arching into her touch as pleasure washes over him in waves. "But remember," she whispers against his ear, "it is not yours by right." Her nails dig into his skin, drawing a thin line of blood that mingles with their sweat. "You belong to me now; your body is mine to use however I see fit."
The pain only serves to heighten the boy's arousal as Lady Tremaine continues her relentless assault on his senses. He moans and writhes in her grasp, helplessly lost in the ecstasy she has wrought from him. With each passing moment, he is drawn further into her web of dominance and desire; certain now that there is no escape from this dark, twisted fate they share.
He feels like his entire body is on fire as her fingers stroke him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His moans fill the room and echo back to him in a strangely erotic way. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge but she keeps it just out of reach, teasing him mercilessly. It's exquisite torture that he can't get enough of.
Lady Tremaine's sharp teeth gleam in the dim light as she catches sight of his face, flushed and contorted with pleasure. Her free hand finds its way to his mouth, holding him still as she leans closer and whispers into his ear. "You may come now." The feel of her warm breath against his skin sends shivers down his spine, heightening the sensation further.
With a final, expert stroke, she releases him from his agony and grinds herself against him as he comes. His seed spills out over their entwined fingers and the bedding beneath them. She watches it flow freely between them, satisfied by the display of dominance and control that she has asserted over him.
As he gasps for breath and struggles to regain his senses, Lady Tremaine steps back, surveying her handiwork once more with a predatory smile curling on her lips. She eyes the mess they've made on the bed before turning her attention back to the boy who lies spent and weak at her feet. "Now," she says coolly, "get some rest. Tomorrow will be another busy day."
With that, Lady Tremaine leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind her. The boy remains where he is for a moment longer, savoring the lingering sensations of her touch and the knowledge that from now on, he belongs to her completely and utterly. It's a dark and twisted fate, but as he drifts off into exhausted slumber, he knows there's no going back. Not anymore.
As the boy drifts off to sleep, he dreams of Lady Tremaine. He sees her as a dark angel, standing atop a pile of gold coins and rubies, looking down upon him with a cruel smile on her lips. In his dream, she whispers words of power and seduction into his ear, urging him to rise up and claim the world for them both.
Her words and whispers haunt him even as he dreams, making their sinister promises seem all the more real and terrifying. In his slumbering state, he can't help but feel drawn to her; her presence is like a drug in his system, addictive and destructive all at once. He wants her power, he craves it with every fiber of his being... but does he truly understand what it will cost him?
The dark angel shifts, the gold and gems around her vanishing as she appears to be made entirely of shadow and darkness. Her claws extend once more, glinting in the non-existent light before sinking into his flesh. He screams out in pain and pleasure, helpless against her seductive onslaught. "Your will is mine now," she hisses, her voice twisting around him like a nightmare wrapped in velvet. "You belong to me, body and soul... Don't you forget that."
The last thing he sees before waking up is the predatory grin on her face, the knowledge that there is no escaping from this dark fate she has chosen for them both. His heart races with fear and excitement as he realizes that the only thing that truly scares him now... is the thought of losing her.
Her words and whispers haunt him even as he dreams, making their sinister promises seem all the more real and terrifying. In his slumbering state, he can't help but feel drawn to her; her presence is like a drug in his system, addictive and destructive all at once. He wants her power, he craves it with every fiber of his being... but does he truly understand what it will cost him?
The dark angel shifts, the gold and gems around her vanishing as she appears to be made entirely of shadow and darkness. Her claws extend once more, glinting in the non-existent light before sinking into his flesh. He screams out in pain and pleasure, helpless against her seductive onslaught. "Your will is mine now," she hisses, her voice twisting around him like a nightmare wrapped in velvet. "You belong to me, body and soul... Don't you forget that."
The last thing he sees before waking up is the predatory grin on her face, the knowledge that there is no escaping from this dark fate she has chosen for them both. His heart races with fear and excitement as he realizes that the only thing that truly scares him now... is the thought of losing her.