All characters depicted are fictional adults. This story is a work of fiction, and many sexual acts depicted would be dangerous in real life- please do not attempt. (Of course.) Stay safe, use good judgement, and obtain full consent before doing any sexual acts yourself!
This story is a fan work based on Epithet Erased by Brendan Blaber.
Trigger warnings: Rape, weapon-play, mind-break
Kinks: Helplessness, orgasm torture, orgasm denial, intense edging.
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Mal Brookes, a young woman living in Sweet Jazz City, was walking home after a long, scary day of work. She was a private investigator working for the police, and for the past week was tasked with tailing Zora Salazar- one of the head officers of the terrorist group Bliss Ocean. It'd been frightening for Mal to be so close to Zora after all that Mal had heard of her- according to the stories, Zora's Epithet, "Sundial", allowed her to alter time- speeding up or slowing down any process- including human life. Mal hadn't seen Zora use her Epithet yet... but knowing that Zora could kill her instantly was enough to make Mal nearly sleepless for the last five days. At least the police were paying her well...
As Mal took a shortcut through a park, she let out a yawn, stretching her arms up high. She lived on the outskirts of Sweet Jazz City, which was really quiet compared to the heart of the city. All of the houses out here were spread out, which Mal appreciated as an introvert- so much green space made Mal feel calmer.
Or, at least, it did until she noticed a second, taller shadow on the ground. It had a large cowboy hat and long flowing hair, and was coming from behind her. Mal let out a squeak of fear, whirling around to be face to face with the woman.
Zora Salazar.
She was even taller up close- her eyes about 50 centimeters above Mal. The hat shaded her face, and her chilling eyes seemed to gleam out from the darkness.
"Glad you finally noticed me, sleepyhead." Zora said calmly. "Don't scream, or I will kill you, right here, right now." From underneath Zora's poncho, Mal saw a glint of metal- one of Zora's guns, barely peeking out.
Oooohhh, I'm fucked, I'm so fucked!!!! Don't scream don't scream don't scream-
"I- you have the wrong person, I-" Mal stammered, desperately looking around for help. The empty space around her was a curse now- there was almost nobody around TO help.
Zora continued, ignoring Mal's looks. "Turn around and keep walking... and I'll tell you where to go. If you wish to stay alive, I'd recommend you listen to me closely, okay?"
"I- I-..." Mal crept back away, desperately hoping help would somehow materialize. "I don't... like..."
"Turn around and keep walking."
Zora said, much more forcefully this time. The markings around her eyes started to glow- a sign she was using her Epithet.
"O-okay!! I'm going, I'm going..." Mal turned around and started stumbling forwards.
"Now then. Walk to your right into that forest, 'kay?" Zora said, her voice back to calm- though with a drop of her earlier malice.
"The... forest?" Mal murmured.
I've never been in there... dammit, I doubt I'll find any help in there either!!
Mal's thoughts were interrupted by cold metal being pushed against her back- Zora's gun, no doubt. Mal yelped- and immediately started walking faster, right into the forest.
"There we go. I knew you had it in you." Zora cooed.
As Mal passed the first line of trees, she felt a shiver go down her spine. She was totally alone with Zora now, and Zora could kill her at any time.
"Now then." Zora leaned forward, whispering in Mal's ear. "I bet'cher wondering what a beautiful stranger like me has to do with an innocent 'lil civilian like yourself, right? Got any guesses?"
Mal shuddered, praying Zora didn't know about her job. "N-n-no, I- I don't know who you- why would I- I..."
"...No guesses at all? You must be very, very bad at your job... Mal Brookes."
Mal tensed up upon hearing her own name. Zora knew everything about her.
"I don't- know who that is, I- my-my name is... it's..." Mal stammered, her mind going blank with worry.
"Yes?"
"...Margret M-Margs! That's my n-name..."
Zora stayed silent for a moment, before bursting into laughter behind her. The laugh was cold, and full of mocking.
"Hahh... is that so? Guess I've got the wrong gal then. Sorry to waste your time,
Margret.
I'll be on my way, then."
"R-really?" Mal looked back hopefully. Zora's markings glowed brightly- illuminating the woman's intense, glaring stare.
"Don't be stupid. Keep walking, Mal Brookes."
"O-okkay..." Mal went silent, fear hanging in the air.
For a while, the only sounds were the crunches of the leaves beneath their feet- leaving Mal to her thoughts. Zora hadn't killed her yet- despite the fact that it would be so easy. So... was her Epithet not as powerful as the stories told?
Or did Zora have something else in store for Mal? Something worse than death?
Mal shuddered again, letting out a squeak of terror- her mind raced, with thoughts too horrid to bear. Adrenaline was high, and Mal couldn't take the terror any longer. She NEEDED to act.
Not giving herself a chance to second-guess, Mal turned around, stopping to face Zora. Looking Zora in the eyes was so scary... but she had to.
"What?" Zora asked, unamused.
"I... have a question..."
Zora's right eyebrow raised.
"I-I-was just-"
Mal cut herself off, quickly winding up and punching Zora in the face. Zora yelped and stumbled backward- she clearly hadn't expected Mal to actually fight back. Not wasting this opportunity, Mal turned and bolted. Adrenaline coursed through her system, and she was making good ground. Until...
BANG
WHIIIZZZ