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La Mariee	By : HunterOpera Category: S through Z > Warehouse 13 Views: 4783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Now, then,” Paracelsus said, crossing his legs, “We are forced to the concept of clarity.”
Claudia heard a buzzing in her ears, the dull thrum and warmth that always crept up her hand after using a Tesla. Usually, the use of the small weapon filled her with a sense of confidence, but now – staring at the puddle that had once been her mentor – she felt only dread.
She could not speak, could not move of her own accord. Paracelsus had taken control of the Warehouse and her along with it, bronzed her friends and ripped away any chance of resistance. When the Tesla dropped from her numb fingers to the ground, she knew the motion had not been her choice. Her kicking the weapon away was not her choice, either, but after the death of Mrs. Frederic she had no desire to hold the murder weapon.
A moment later she staggered, released from the hold Paracelsus held over her. She looked at him, eyes narrowing.
“Your resistance is amusing,” he said, leaning back in his chair. His eyes roamed over her body like she was less than a piece of meat, nothing but a potential mastubatory aid, and it made her skin crawl. “Now, undress.”
“W-what?” she said, turning to one side, her arm covering her fully clothing body. She was startled that he was letting her speak.
“Are you familiar with Everett's Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics?” he asked. She took a step backwards, prepared to run, but then froze in place. “It's a theory that states that anything that is possible exists within different vibrations of reality. Whole realities that are extant from our own. Imagine, then, that the time line I created still exists and that you stole that from me.”
“I don't under-” she began to say, but screamed when lightning flared all around them touching Myka and Pete.
“I think they should be next.” Paracelsus' voice was calm, his eyes never leaving her. She felt tears in her eyes but held her mouth closed, the lightning passing as Paracelsus offered a dry smile. “I don't expect you to understand. You may think that I desire you as a sounding board, but I do not. Rather, I had time to study the effects of sated desire in the world I created, and given that you took that it seems only reasonable that you should make up for what you cost me.”
“Then why not command me to... to...”
“Why not control your body for this?” Paracelsus leaned forward. “Finally, an interesting question. Controlling you requires a minimal amount of attention, yes, but it is attention I would rather put towards more productive use. You are to clear my mind of distractions, not provide me with more. I can take control of your body at any time, yes, but by holding the lives of your friends I take control of your mind.”
“Y-you...”
“I won't hurt them if you obey,” Paracelsus said, framing his face with one hand. “No more questions, outbursts, or tantrums. If you behave your friends will be safe. If you disobey, one of them will die and their blood will be-”
“On my hands,” whispered Claudia.
“No.” The ghost of a smile touched Paracelsus' lips. “Their blood will be on my hands, but on your conscience.”
“I...” Claudia swallowed, looking around the room, looking at the electricity that was still dancing over the pained expressions of Myka and Pete. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. “W-what do you want me to do?”
“Undress. Now.”
“What?”
“Is that a question, Miss Donovon?” Paracelsus asked, leaning towards her. She bit her lip, closed her eyes and shook her head. “I had heard you possessed something resembling intellect.”
She had to force her hands to unclench so that her fingers could work the buttons on her vest. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, feeling his gaze on her as the buttons came loose, as she pulled the scant purple fabric off her shoulders.
“Let it fall, Miss Donovon,” Paracelsus said. “Accept the reality of your situation and hurry, lest one of your friends suffer your consequences.”
Biting her lip, Claudia's fingers found the lip of her t-shirt and tugged it up and over her head. She let it fall to the ground, reaching for the long-sleeved shirt underneath. Her teeth were chattering and she was sweating, not sure if she was hot or cold, not sure of anything except the importance of pulling the shirt away from her skin.
She sat down and let the shirt on the ground, moved her fingers to her boots and undid the laces. The slipped off her feet, her socks following.
“Stand up,” Paracelsus ordered. She risked looking up at him, at his bored expression. “Do not hide yourself from me.”
She did as instructed, a shiver running through her as her heels and toes pressed down on the Warehouse floor. Her hands moved to her belt, shaking so badly she had trouble with the buckle. She managed, eventually, letting the leather strap fall to the ground, moving back along her hips and towards the button that kept her pants secure.
The button was simple to slip free. The zipper went down and then the fabric was pushing down her hips, down thighs, down her calves. She stepped out of them, hugging herself from the apathetic eyes of the monster that was making her do this.
“Continue,” Paracelsus said, his tone as absent as his expression.
Claudia slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders, the tears coming freely as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp. She hugged her torso, pressing the bra against her herself, bowing her head while tears spilled and her uncaring audience stayed silent, waiting, expectant. She could smell ozone, hear the crackling of lightning, and let the bra fall to the floor.
Her panties quickly followed, rolling down her and off her, she stepping out of them when they came to rest at her feet. Paracelsus stared at her, studying her for a long moment.
“You'll do,” he said, then stood. “Kneel.”
She did, letting her arms hang at her sides, keeping her head bowed. He walked closer to her, picking up her belt and fastened it around her neck like a dog's collar. She thought he would make it too tight, but it settled around her throat, snug and uncomfortable but not likely to kill her.
“I'm told every pet needs a collar in this age,” Paracelsus said, towering over her. She kept her eyes closed and sobbed, expecting something horrible, but his feet moved away from her. Through blurry eyes, she saw him sit down in his chair and consider her for a long moment, his gaze one of casual ownership.
In that moment, Claudia knew that he saw her only as property.
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