Summary: You awaken in the Sorcerer’s castle as his prisoner. Despite your attempts to fight back, you are sadly no match for him. He introduces you to your new life, his possessive tone sending shivers down your spine. Little does he know, though, you might just have one final trick up your sleeve...even if you'd rather keep it hidden.

CW: Physical violence; magical violence; non-consensual touching (though nothing explicit.)

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Ah, it seems you’re waking up. Good morning, my dear. How are you feeling?...

Oh! Now, now–calm down, Your Highness. It’s alright! I assure you, I mean you no har—

Full of adrenaline, the Listener lashes out at the Sorcerer. \Sound effect–attempted punch\**

\startled noise** Did you actually just take a swing at me? By the gods–I knew you had fire in you, but such violence is hardly becoming of a flower like yourse—

Undeterred, the Listener takes another swing at the Sorcerer.

\Another startled noise** Enough!

\Sound effect–Sorcerer catching and holding the Listener’s wrists\**

I said, calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself. Now, are you going to obey? Or must you force me to resort to magic once again?

The Listener glares, breathing hard, but stops trying to lash out.

That’s it. Deep breath, in and out….good.

Suddenly, the Listener notices something on their wrist–a bracelet, carved with magical symbols.

Hmm? The bracelet? Oh, do you like it? \chuckles** It’s just a precaution. I had to make sure you wouldn’t try and wander, shall we say.

The Listener immediately yanks their hands from the Sorcerer’s grip, trying to pry it off.

Ah, ah, ah––there’s no use trying, my dear. It won’t come off…at least, not until I choose to remove it. The runes are a binding enchantment. They link you to me…and should you ever get too far away, their magic will bring you right back to my arms.

The Listener looks at him in rage and disbelief. “You…you’re a monster!”

I’m a monster? \laughs* Only* a monster? Dear me…I had hoped I would have graduated to “fiend” or “demon” by now. I suppose I’ll just have to try harder.

Tears fill the Listener’s eyes.

Oh, now…don’t cry, my dear. Don’t cry. Please…\sighs, their tone growing more serious** Very well. Perhaps I am a monster…but everything I do, I only do because your father forced my hand. When he banished magic, hundreds of my kind were slaughtered. And did he ever lift a finger to stop it??? Those of us who were left, he forced us into exile, condemning us to a life in the Forbidden Wastes…and many more didn’t survive the journey here. Now, there’s barely a handful of us left. We live apart, scattered around, in order to make ourselves less of a target for the mage hunters. For ages, I’ve been here alone, with nothing but my nightmares for company!…\realizes he’s ranting; snaps out of it** Ah, but, let’s talk about something happier, shall we? How do you like your room?...

The Listener glances quickly around, then back at the Sorcerer, suspicious. “This…I have a room?”

Well, of course you have a room! What, did you think I was going to keep you in the dungeon? Nonsense…after all, a lovely flower like yourself would shrivel up and die in such a dark, dank place. No…my jewel deserves a case worthy of its radiance. And I’d say this room meets the requirements, wouldn’t you?...Of course, you’ll need some time to get settled, but eventually, I’m sure you’ll come to love my castle and all its charms.

“Go to hell!” the Listener snarls.

Such harsh words…come, now. As I promised you before, it won’t be so bad here. You needn’t stay confined to your room–the castle is yours to explore as much as you like. My servants are at your disposal, and I shall do everything I can to ensure you’re comfortable. But…\Sound effect–the Sorcerer stepping forward, seizing the Listener’s wrist once again\** \lowers voice, menacing*…just remember, it would be useless to try and escape. And should you decide to try anyway…the consequences would be *most unpleasant.

“Let me go!” the Listener growls.

Let you go? \laughs** Oh, my dear, naive little treasure. How precious you are…I can hardly believe you’re finally mine. Your grace, your spirit…your tongue, as the edge of a blade…and that lovely face…are you sure you’re not an enchanter in your own right? Because you’ve bewitched me, my dear. Yes…I can hardly keep myself from kissing those perfect li–

\Sound effects–a blast of magic, crashing sounds\** Without warning, the Sorcerer is blown backwards, smashing into the wall, or some furniture. We hear his pained sounds, as he struggles to get back up.

\Coughs, noises of pain** What…what the hell was that!? Argh, that burning sensation…magic!? But, how–?

The Listener stands, frozen, face white. The Sorcerer realizes.

Wait. \softly** By the gods…was that you? Did you just use magic on me!?...\loud, triumphant laugh** Oh, gods above and fiends below!!! I can’t believe it! Oh, this is too good…the jewel of the magic-hating kingdom, and you’re one of us! Oh, my dear…now I know for certain I can never let you go. You and your magic will be mine…forever.

Ah, of course…no doubt you need some rest after such a dramatic display. Very well…I shall take my leave for now. Sleep well, my treasure…my precious little mage.