Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“We’re so sorry. There are so many secrets around Henry. We just forgot which ones were known by you,” Sigrid explained.

Mahati threw her hands up. “We’ve just ruined our chance at convincing the Minister to cooperate, and let’s not forget this woman is sanctioned to send assassins after people she considers a threat. She certainly has enough reason to send them after us.”

Roy growled, deep and angry, and all eyes turned in his direction. “I’m getting a wee bit tired of living under the threat of increasingly unstable leaders. We have our own troubles to deal with.”

They were quiet for a moment as each considered the situation.

Camila’s phone chirped, so Camila pressed the intercom. “Yes, Felix?”

“A Michelle Beaumont is here asking to speak with you. She doesn’t have an appointment.”

“Please send her in,” Camila responded as she sent a concerned look to the others and unlocked the door.

The door opened, and Michelle stepped in and closed it behind her. She turned and looked up to see the others. Her eyes widened. “Is this not a good time?”

Roy snorted as he stood to pull another chair before Camila’s desk. “We’ll all die of old age if we have to wait for a good time.”

Camila sent an annoyed look at Roy as she gestured for Michelle to take the chair. Once she was seated, the CEO looked to her. “What brings you to us this morning?”

Michelle took a deep breath. “I- I thought I might be able to help search for Henry as I have access to the historical records for the Hidden Races Council. There might have been some record of the construction of the containment center they took him to. It took all night to hunt through the database and track down every project the Council had employed a construction company for, but none of the projects I found could be it. There was only one that I couldn’t get background on as all it had was a single non-redacted invoice number. I went into the sub-cellar to hunt through the paper files, but when I found the docket for the invoice, there was only a single sheet of paper. It was a handwritten letter that was heavily and sloppily hand redacted. What I was able to read showed it was a bill of sale for a farmhouse in New Jersey. The only other text that stood out was a partial word, Wol, but the rest was redacted, so I don’t know the context.” She shook her head. “It could be a wild goose chase. While I found it with the construction projects records, there’s so little usable information.”

Roy was rolling the information around in his mind as Sigrid smiled at Michelle. “It was very courageous of you to do this for Henry. You might have been caught-”

“I was.” Tears appeared on her lashes. “Security personnel escorted me to Lise-Anne’s office this morning. She charged me with unauthorized access of files not pertaining to my assigned duties. She fired me, revoked my security clearance, canceled my pension, and froze my assets.” Her lips began to tremble. “I have no money for my mortgage payments! I’ve jeopardized Dayshia’s home, too, as I’m going to be homeless.”

“No! You will not. We’ll help you!” Sigrid insisted, and Michelle watched her with the beginnings of hope in her eyes. She looked to Camila and saw the same compassionate determination in her eyes.

Michelle began to cry, but now it was in relief. Mahati handed her some tissues to dry her tears. Knowing her aversion to feeling trapped, they refrained from hugging Michelle, but they gave her supportive smiles, making her feel better.

Roy got Camila’s attention. “I have to get back to my preparations for dealing with Carl. Can you and Sigrid work with Michelle and Mahati on discovering the location of the containment center?”

Mahati looked at him. “What do you intend to do once you find where he’s imprisoned?”

“Get him back, of course!” he snapped.

“Go, Roy,” Camila said, unlocking her door again, and the big man marched out, shutting it behind him. “Mahati, please work on what we can do to keep the Hidden Races Council off our backs. If you have access to the Chancellor, work that angle, but please keep in mind, we don’t share information on Henry with people outside this group. It’s typically not in his best interest. Again, we’re sorry we forgot to bring you up to speed. We’ll work on Henry’s location,” Camila instructed.

Mahati was tight-lipped but gave her a nod and stood to leave. She looked to the Arachnid. “All will work out somehow, Michelle.”

As she left the office, she schooled her expression to hide the desperate doubt that lingered.

Henry was pissed off.

He was scared, too, but holding onto his anger kept the fear from overwhelming him.

Dr. Bitch was fucking with his head. He’d been riding the edge of sleep for hours. How many, he had no idea as he had no means to track the passage of time. It felt like at least a day, or maybe more. Whatever spell she’d inflicted on him was preventing him from fully immersing into sleep yet prevented him from fully awakening.

It was driving him nuts!

Worse, her spell was based on the old realm magic which grated on the Wild Magic inside him.

He knew he could easily break her spell with a blunt force attack, but he needed her to think she’d succeeded. He was still tied down and helpless, so he needed to tread lightly, or she might resort to a more painful or permanent measure to detain him.

The spell made thinking exceptionally difficult, but he recalled the times he was cramming for his school exams. He knew how to get his mind into a zone where all other concerns and pressures had to take a back seat to a single point of focus. He hadn’t used this discipline in a long time, so he’d used up those hours working his way back through the process until he had his focal point at last.

What was really pissing him off was that, with all of his other options unavailable to him, his only avenue of escape was to turn to the magic within him and try and see if he could come up with another spell.

He recalled Roy’s concern for him, but this time he wasn’t going to do anything as dramatic as rebuilding his body. He needed to have his body feed the sensors a loop of the same information they were getting, like a closed-circuit surveillance camera being provided a recording instead of a live feed.

Holding that intent in his mind, he mentally coded a program that would loop the sensations from his body. He could hear the gentle whir of the monitor next to the bed and the quiet pings it made as his readings fluctuated.

Once more, he infused his will into the tiny program and felt it eagerly waiting to be launched. He listened to the monitor as he activated the program, but no alarms went off, so he turned his attention to the spell. He needed it to continue but not affect him, so he gradually linked it to his monitor spell instead. When its last barb was removed from his mind, he sighed in relief as he felt the grating vibration of the old magic finally fade. His body immediately pulled him under from the drugs running through his veins.

Idly, he recognized he could write another program to isolate the drugs and direct them out of his body if he wanted. For now, though, they were going to help him travel.

Before he did, he reached out to the geolocation ability and felt the response immediately. Hainesburg, NJ, was his current location. He should have done this before, but lesson learned.

He wasn’t sure if Dr. Bitch had any additional traps in place, so he cautiously slipped free of his body and listened. Nothing.

Instead of immediately rushing off to inform Roy of his whereabouts, he decided to deal with the unfinished business he had next door first.

Slipping out into the hallway, he heard no alarms and felt nothing to indicate a monitoring spell had activated. So far, so good.

Henry went to DJ’s door and went through.

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Henry looked towards the bed and saw the young man was staring at him with frightened eyes.

“Sorry if I spooked you last night,” Henry apologized.

“Spooked me? You terrified the fuck out of me! I almost soiled myself,” the man spat. “But I suppose that’s what ghosts or delusions do!”

Henry frowned. DJ was going to be more difficult to convince than he thought. First things first, though.

“The fear you experienced was put there by a very powerful witch. Baba Yaga uses compulsions to keep people from looking where she doesn’t want them to see.” He saw skepticism, but he pushed on. “Last night, when I touched you, I felt the blast of fear too. I also saw your true self.”

Fear flashed in DJ’s eyes, so Henry held up his hands. “I’m not gonna talk about that as I can see it triggers her trap. Let me tell you about a couple of my friends and me first.”

DJ watched him cautiously, so he began telling his story gently.

“Baba Yaga is ancient and very powerful. No one can determine why she does the things she does. Her plans span millennia. She pulled me from my time way back in the ancient past when I was a baby. She raised me but hid who I truly was, a Satyr, behind a spell that made me appear Human.” Henry saw DJ was listening and not freaking out. “I only discovered that a short time ago when the spell broke. It was terrifying for me when the compulsion spell on me broke. Then I was so confused, as nothing made sense, but I met some people who showed me my true self wasn’t bad, just different.”

Henry smiled at DJ, who seemed to be calming. “Then I met a cool guy and discovered he’d also had a fear compulsion on him which prevented him from living as who he really was, an Incubus. Baba pulled him from the past as well, and he was raised by Human parents and never knew he was an Incubus until someone helped him break his compulsion.”

DJ twitched a little, so Henry gave him a moment. When it looked like he was relaxed again, Henry continued.