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Hands gripped tightly around her neck, a manic grin on his face. A shove away, no better than his own mother, no better than the rags they left to rot and erode in the little pit of hell Caine made, just for them—the few that had the gall to escape the puppet master's strings deserve the worst.
In Jax's mind, a Pomni this far gone deserves something else. A different kind of pain, the kind that will sit in her mind and taint her. Something she'll remember when he finally pushes her over the edge.
When she abstracts, he'll be the reason why. Until he can drown in the glitchy amalgamation at her side, he'll live, and he'll take sadistic pleasure in every second he's forced to live by her side.
She just won't run away from him. She never could.
Pathetic.
"J-Jax..."
The girl whimpers his name. The intruder is gone, and the scene resumes, all without a single passerby to witness what he's going to do to her.
Just seeing her like this is getting him off. Fuck.
Get yourself together. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead, his thoughts plaguing him like the devil he is, the devil he's always been. You don't want her to know the only time you've ever had sex was the times you were forced by the others at bootcamp. Better yet, remember when you had your dick sucked against your will the one time you went to juvie? You couldn't stop crying!
Make her cry instead. Teach her how much it hurts to be taken advantage of. Keep going until she loves it, until she's crying your name.
Until she fixes you. Just like she promised she would.
She only made it down the hallway, peeking around the corner. Even after being asphyxiated, she won't leave him. She'll keep watching, watching, watching.
Waiting for an opportunity to get you when you're weakest. Waiting to get you in a corner. You won't let her.
As long as she stays in sight, she'll always be in his reach.
He holds out his hand in a pinching motion, up to his eye. Once he has her caught in the space between his thumb and index finger, he pinches down, and captures her by her jester cap.
"Huh?! AaHH!!!"
"We're all just a bunch of cartoon characters, remember?"
Jax drops the now pocket sized Pomni in his palm. She scatters around like a little bug, before eventually collapsing on her back with a hand held over her head.
"Jax, please, we can work on your issues! I can make you a good person, just please listen to me!!"
So arrogant. So assuming. Poor Ming deserves better than to be dragged down with her.
"You're acting like I don't have ears. They're kind of my biggest feature alongside my tail. I'm surprised you missed them."
Jax walks down the hallway. Quickly, heavily, watching as Pomni jumps and struggles to stay in his grasp. She rolls her body around his thumb and meets his wide-eyed gaze.
"Y-You lost your tail, remember?" She's clawing at the texture of his glove as she speaks, as if trying to tear it off. "You never needed it, Jax. Haven't you ever considered that? Why not try changing? What are you so afraid of?"
He opens the door to his bedroom. He then claps his hands together, rolling Pomni into a ball. She lets out a few muffled screams as he gives her a few tosses in the air.
With one extra little nudge of his thumb, Jax winds back his arm and throws Pomni as hard as he can at the wall.
SLAM!
The drywall "cracks" with a few collision glitches, swallowing up the strung up photos that were once there. Pomni unfurls, landing on the bed flat on her back and at her regular size.
Ka-chunk.
He locks the door behind him, then swallows the key.
Pomni tries to sit up and orient herself. Jax smashes his hand down on her chest and straddles her hips. Or rather, what little there is to even refer to as "hips."
"Jax—"
"Shut up."
Jax tears her costume off of her. His static smile remains unchanged.
"Wow, Pomni. Y'know, with Caine gone and all, you could've easily given yourself more sex appeal. What's wrong with you? With a chest this flat, you're basically just a guy."
Would that make you feel better? Thinking of her as your abusers? Like she isn't the prettiest fucking girl you'll ever meet in your life with a caring and forgiving personality handed to you on a silver-platter—
Shut up.
He doesn't need her to forgive him for what he's about to do. No. It's enough that she probably will that has Jax confident in everything he's about to do to her, all while keeping her right where she wants to be—with him.
"W-Would you... You know. Like me better if I looked different...?" She trails off, so stunned by his actions, yet perfectly capable of showing insecurity. She moves to cover her chest with one arm before Jax grabs her wrist. "Do you like seeing me shirtless or not...?"
"I like seeing you desperate," he replies. "You want to fix me? You'll do what I want you to do."
"So..." She blinks. "You like seeing me shirtless."
SLAP!
He hits her across the face, and then, he does it again. Her cheeks are a darker shade of red than they've ever been before. It's so easy to hurt her when he's truly given up, so easy to fall in to the role of a monster.
Your mother was right about you.
I know.
He doesn't fight what he feels, fight what he knows. He's accepted his fate, and now, he gets to see Pomni suffer. He can't stop himself from leaning down and licking her tears, a hand wrapped around her neck. He won't let her look away from him.
"I don't like a thing about you. In fact, I can't stand you!" He cackles like a maniac, grabbing her chest with his other hand. "I don't even like your body, but when you're offering yourself to me, how could I refuse? It's like you're asking me to take advantage of you!"
"J-Jax...!!!" She cries, trying to catch her breath. He tightens his grip.
"This isn't rape, though. I know what you're thinking. What if having sex with him will teach him how to change?" He mocks her, his clothed dick pressing up against her pathetic little pussy. "You'll do anything for me, anything! You just can't help yourself. What's a little sexual assault? You can handle it, can't you? You can fix me."
Pomni's eyes struggle to stay open through her asphyxiation. When he releases her throat to let her talk, they remain that way. A small, small smile forms on her face as her hands lift above her head in surrender.
"Yes, Jax..." Her voice is unbearably hoarse. "You can do anything you need to do to me... If it'll fix you, then... Have sex with me. Make me your bitch."
What a fucking joke.
Doesn't this lobotomite have a single scrap of self-preservation? What happened to running for cover? Then again, she couldn't even do that right.
Whatever. It's not as though Jax has the patience to keep her pinned down the entire time.
"You'll stay right here, then." Jax pops the buttons to his coveralls and lets them slide down. "Be a good, compliant little fleshlight for me. If you try running away, I'll abstract on you instead. Got it?"
"I'll stay right here!!" Pomni nods, her eyes opening up as she puts on a forced smile. "Right here... Right by your side... I'm not going anywhere, I promise!!"
Jax looks down. His cock is practically the length of one of her legs. Her pussy is more like a paper cut at the bottom of her torso. She'll squash and stretch to accommodate him, and she won't even bleed.
It'll feel like it, though. He'll make sure it does.
He's deathly quiet as he lines himself up, pushing her legs back. Then, he bears down, shoving inside half a length all at once.
"AHHH—!!"
Pomni's voice gets cut off by her own agony. She's shaking and thrashing underneath him as he keeps her wrists pinned to her pillow.
"W-Wait—too fast!! P-Please, wait...!"
"Are you really asking me to stop?" Jax asks, his smile thick as his cock. "You want me to pull out and abstract right now? Is that what you want? You like me better when I'm not here?"
Pomni freezes, staring up at him. She then puts on a smile more forced than the last, pupils shrunk to pinpoints.
"No..." She whispers, then grabs onto his hands. "I-I want you to keep going—please, please don't stop! Let me fix you... Please..."
Heh. Her heart's not really in this whole "fixing" thing, is it? Yet she's still trying. Pathetic.
Not more pathetic than you for imagining her this way. Not more pathetic than only letting yourself think of her at all just to desecrate her image.
He slides in deeper. Deeper. Hitting a wall two-thirds of the way in. Pomni is nearing her breaking point, tears welling up in her eyes as she holds back her protests.
"Looks like you're not trying hard enough, Pompom." Jax leans down, their faces a solid inch apart. "Try and loosen up for me. I won't know how to be normal if you don't let me stretch you out properly."
He rolls back his hips, and wiggles his tail before thrusting back inside of her.
"J-Jax...!!! P-Please...!!!"
"Please what?" His dick twitches inside of her, hard and dripping, coating her insides like the animal he is. Embodying his avatar, its as if he has the sex drive of a rabbit as well. Or maybe she just makes him feel that crazy. "Fleshlights aren't supposed to talk. They're definitely not supposed to complain."
"J-Just... s-so big..." She croaks out her words, tears falling from her eyes. "And so fast, i-it just... It hurts so much..."
"That's not my problem." He pats her on the head, grabbing a handful of her hair when he's finished. He pulls on it until she sobs, struggling to catch her breath. "I'll never change if you keep complaining. In fact, I'll abstract before you get the chance to do a damn thing at all."
"J-Jax..." She's begging, now, even as she struggles to loosen around him. She really is putting in the effort to pleasure him, how embarrassing. Jax almost wants to hurl. "I-I'm sorry... It's just... It's not like we've ever done this before, s-so I'm not... used to it..."
Ha. Can you imagine a version of her that wanted you when you weren't so far gone? Just thinking about it... Ugh, he can't stand it. He leans down, and decides to shut her up, finally—at least until he gets her down on her little knees. For now, he's simply forcing her lips open with his saliva, taking a kiss right out of her nightmares.
He just doesn't expect her to smile. Like any semblance of a normal, romantic action would've gotten her off, and this did.
"It's like you want to keep pushing me." He thrusts as hard as he can as he speaks, using her body without regard for the person she is—a person he feels nothing for, nothing—a fucking lobotomite, a toy, a desperate bitch in heat. "What else do you want me to do to you? Tell me. Tell me all the sick fucking thoughts you have about me. How badly you want my cum painting your insides, how badly you want me to cut you open and fuck the wound!"
"Jax..."
Pomni still plays up the breathiness, acting like she can't breathe in spite of her lack of lungs. She must know he likes it. Everything she's doing now, every little behavior. It's all for Jax's pleasure.
All in the name of fixing him.
"I want... I want you to fuck me so deep that you pierce through my organs..."
Thrust—
"Mnngh!!! I-I want you to choke me while you do it... Make me feel like I'm dying..."
Thrust—
"Haaah... Make it fast, make it hurt, make me a toy incapable of thinking about anything that isn't you and your cock..."
Thrust—
"Choke me with your dick, cut off my limbs, tie me to your chest and let me keep your dick warm!! That's what'll fix you, right? Just keep using your cock on me. Keep... Going...!!"
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, THRUST—
"You've got me all figured out, don't you, Pomni?"
Jax, in spite of the apparent exertion on his body, behaves no differently now than he did before. He feels nothing as he thrusts his rod deeper inside Pomni's marshmallow body. Deep, deeper, all the way in. As deep as he needs. It's not deep enough.
It won't be deep enough until you're crawling up and inside of her. It won't be deep enough until you're wearing her skin. It won't be deep enough until you're using her name and voice and body. And what will you do then? You'll toss away the gun you used to kill her.
Shut up.
Why? You're the one who fantasizes about being a eunich.
"Shut up!!!"
"Jax—?!"
He grabs her throat again, thrusting fast and hard. He squeezes down, harder, harder, watching the colors in her face change. More and more, faster and faster, all the colors of the rainbow.
Pomni's face disappears. In its place forms a mirror. He sees his own face—the only face he remembers. A cartoon rabbit with black, black eyes and a rubber smile.
"I hate you."
He lets go of her throat and collapses. He's still inside of her, erection softening. Did he even cum? He doesn't know. He probably didn't. How could he?
Two arms pool around his waist, grabbing onto his back. A touch so gentle that he doesn't even recognize it at first.
"Jax."
She speaks. She sounds miles away, echoing. He stays there, eyes open and buried in his pillow.
"It's okay. You can hate me. Hate me all you want. It won't change the fact that I don't hate you. I... I love you. So please. Do what you need to do to me. I'll fix you, no matter what it takes."
Her words sicken him. He doesn't know what to say.
He just knows that he wants her to shut up.
"...And, I love you, so that means... I'll love you, no matter what you are, or how you feel, or... how you act." She leans into him until she's suffocating him with her meager weight. Jax is finding it hard to breathe. "You don't have to ask me to see you differently. I already do."
Stop.
"...Jax, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met."
"STOP!"
Pomni pulls away, her eyes wide. Jax slams a fist into the wall, forcing himself up and onto his shaking legs.
The perfect version of her wouldn't do this. The perfect version of her would accept him for what he is. The perfect version of her wouldn't be able to fix him, so she shouldn't be able to try.
"I've had enough of this."
She's not real. None of this is real. He starts walking out the door that leads to nowhere, a destination in mind, no girls allowed.
"I'm gonna go play some cards."