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She was 18 when she had first met the devil in person. Her blue eyes were sharp over the rim of her glasses, her pen tapping against her clipboard so quietly that it was inaudible by the time it reached the stage.
She had never thought the devil would pick her out of the crowd. She looked worse than any of them. Her brown hair was cut at a messy length and her clothes hung awkwardly off of her body. Everyone else looked well put together, in perfectly tailored dresses and suits.
She looked like she had just crawled out of a dumpster. Which wasn't too off from what she would call that hovel of an apartment. She had tried though. Her dollar store makeup was used to hide any of the many blemishes on her cheeks and face, her acne scars that dotted her shoulders, covered by the shirt. She wouldn't even pick herself out of the lineup.
But the devil had. She had walked slowly, her heels clicking on the floor as she eyes scanned the crowd. She climbed the stairs gracefully, the clipboard set on the edge of the stage. She didn't even look at the others. Her blue eyes only met the frightened brown ones staring back.
"You'll do nicely." She said, using her pen to tip her jaw up. "I can make you into exactly what I need."
She hadn't breathed as the devil tilted her head back and forth, her nails brushing along her cheeks as she pushed strands of hair behind her ear. "How do you feel about that?" She asked, her breath hot on her lips as she leaned forward. "How would you like to be my Moon?"
Moon jerked up in bed, grabbing at her chest as it screamed at her to breath. Her head ached with the memory, his lips feeling cracked and dry. Of course- she knew they weren't. It was one of the many things she hadn't been expecting to miss when Miss J picked her out of the lineup.
That NDA closed door audition for whose life they could ruin. It was only two years later and so much had changed. Sure, she had a comfortable apartment to live in and a different set of clothes for every day. She had all the food she could want and someone on call for her every moment.
Yet, those weren't enough to make up for everything else. "Wallowing again, My Moon?" Miss J asked, barging into the apartment without knocking.
Not that she needed to since it was her apartment as she kept reminding Moon. Moon rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over her head. It worked as well as she thought it would, the blanket ripped off quickly. "You can stop with the "my" part of the name. It's not needed." She grumbled, reaching for the blanket again.
Miss J folded it in a neat bundle before she dropped it at the foot of Moon's bed. "I'm well aware, My Moon. Now up."
Moon stared up at her, debating challenging it. She had done that a few times before so she already knew the punishment. Still, it made the woman's life harder which Moon could appreciate. "I'm going back to bed." She said, unfolding the blanket before she dropped it back over herself.
There was a quiet tsk as she closed her eyes, knowing the peace wouldn't last. "Someone pick the brat up. We have a schedule to keep."
Moon screamed as the two of the goons grabbed an arm each, dragging her to her feet. She leveled a glare at Miss J as she let her legs dangle, purposely making sure her feet never supported herself. "Drop her here." Miss J ordered, pointing to the dining chair.
The goons dropped her down, her knee hitting the edge of the table. "Fuck!" She screamed, grabbing at it as they stepped back
"Nope." Miss J said, tapping her jaw with her pen. "None of that language here. Your fans don't like it." Her pen dragged down the underside of her face, forcing it up slightly.
Moon sneered at her, getting a small laugh as the pen moved and she could finally lower her head. "They won't like me with bruises either." Moon argued, rubbing at her knee.
"But I do." Miss J stated before she dropped a stack of travel pamphlets onto the table. "Regardless, your tights will hide them. Now, where would you like to go next?"
Moon ignored the pamphlets, leaning back in her chair. Miss J shot her a look but she just smiled back, tipping further. Miss J's lip quirked up and before Moon could sit forward at the warning, the table shifted and her leg fell out from under it.
She fell backward, her head cracking on the hard tile as she screamed, tears pricking her eyes. "Good." Miss J said. "Maybe you'll stop goofing off and actually act like an adult."
Miss J kicked at Moon's hair as she rubbed at the back of her head, half hoping to find blood. Miss J was cruel but letting her live stream today with blood caked in her hair would be a big no. Her public image was too important for that.
Sadly, her fingers came away free from blood. "It's blond now. Perfect." She remarked, her heels twisting in a few strands.
Moon tried to pull away but was stuck in place as Miss J dropped the pamphlets on her chest. "Get off of me!" Moon yelled, trying to push at her leg but Miss J didn't move.
"I'm being nice and letting you chose this time. The least you could do is thank me." She stated, dropping her pen on Moon next. "If you are so stubborn you don't want to talk, then circle it. I have more important things to do then worry about your temper tantrum."
Moon glared up at her, trying to yank her head to the side but the heel on her hair didn't move. Miss J had been right about that. It was a month now since Moon had stopped dying it but it didn't matter when it was now growing in that pasty blond like Miss J's own. She never cut it anymore either, the length always staying a perfect cut down the middle of her back, her bangs always growing out even if she tried to cut them shorter.
She had been warned her appearance would be the first to change. The second would be her personality but that was something she would never let go. No matter how many etiquette lessons or perfect videos Miss J put out for the public. She would keep that part of her. Even if she couldn't keep her name.
"Paris?" Miss J questioned as Moon handed her back the pamphlets.
Moon sneered at her. "City of romance." She mocked getting an eyebrow raise in return. "Thought you'd like that for your little propaganda parade."
Miss J shrugged. "I can make any place work." She went to say something else before she paused, dropping down beside Moon.
Not beside her- straddling her. "Get off!" Moon yelled, trying to shove at her but she didn't move at all. Because the fans didn't want her to be strong so why should she spend this past year actually training to be a hero.
Miss J tipped her jaw up with the pen she picked up off the floor, leaning closer to Moon's face. Moon held her breath as she searched her face, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Looks like you won't be needing those contacts anymore. Seems the fans liked my choice for your eyes."
She stood up, her heels clicking away from Moon as she took the Paris pamphlet. "We'll get you on a plane by tonight. For now, eat. With any luck, the fans will soon start believing your perfect figure and you can go back to gouging yourself like you did at the beginning."
Moon heard the door close and a tray slid onto the dining table but she didn't move from the floor, staring up the the ceiling. Her heart pounded in her ears as she struggled to catch her breath. Miss J had always liked to get in close. Just like that day on stage.
She never got that close though. So close her lips almost grazed along Moon's and her breath was hot on Moon's face. "What the fuck?" She asked softly, touching her lips. That was new.
"You didn't say you'd be coming with." Moon mumbled, messing with the ends of her hair. She waved the lighter under the edges, watching it fray and curl up.
Miss J just watched with an amused smile, crossing her legs. Moon met her eyes a second too long, her hand drifting. "Ah! Shit!" She yelled, dropping the lighter as she grabbed at her cheek.
Miss J laughed slightly, holding her hand up as one of the goons approached her. "If she wants to be a brat, she can deal with it herself. Nothing a little fancy makeup won't hide."
Moon flipped her off, holding a hand to the burn as she hissed slightly. Anyone else she might doubt they'd actually not care. She didn't with Miss J. The women who'd been her "manager" for two years now and yet didn't care wether she lived or died.
She was nothing more than a pretty toy for Miss J and she was going to push it as far as she could. "What if I burn my whole face?" She asked, glaring at her.
Miss J raised an eyebrow. "I wonder if you'd have the resolve to that that. Would be fun to watch." She leaned back slightly as if expecting a show right then.
Moon glowered, sinking lower into the chair as she kept the hand pressed to the painful spot. "You didn't answer my question." She snapped.
All she got in response was a small hum, the woman turning her gaze back to the laptop. Moon tsked, shoving out of the chair to pace the cabin of the plane. It was small and sparsely decorated. They didn't record in it to hold the illusion that she teleported. No one was dumb enough to believe it. But hear something enough and your brain changes it.
Her makeup team would catch her when they landed, making her into the perfect doll and faking the pink portal behind her. Fake scripts and positions laced with stories of her pink cutesy gun she ways carried.
She had wanted this.
She had went to the Treeman auditions with the hope of finding something she loved and enjoyed. What better to do then be a hero? Everyone wanted that. Yet she wasn't one. Every small time fight they had thrown her into was scripted and every video performance was choreographed to make her look perfect. Ideal.
She glanced at the window of the plane, a face she didn't recognize staring back. She tried. She let her hair hang loose and messy, the edges now burnt from the lighter. Her perfect skin was now marred by the burn and her eyes were full of anger.
Yet it wasn't her. It wasn't the same her she recalled looking at in mirrors in high school, trying to fix her unruly brown hair. It wasn't the brown eyes that could never see the board or the slightly gap tooth smile she had watched make marks in food. It wasn't the hands she had used to make hot glue and cardboard sculptures, burning the pads of.
It was all Miss J's image. Down to the burn now. Something Miss J had allowed.
She could try to lie to herself and say it was the fans. She was what her fans wanted her to be. But they weren't hers, were they? They were Miss J's. Treeman's. The mysterious CEO she had never met. She wasn't even hers anymore. Only in her mind.
"You fucking bitch!" She screamed, grabbing the perfect and preened vase from beside her.
She whirled at Miss J, throwing the vase with deadly accuracy. It hit a goon instead, shattering against what must have been a bulletproof vest because he didn't move at all. The water dripped down his chest, hitting the puddle below him in loud hollow sounds. He stepped back to where he was, glancing to the others who all shrugged like it was a daily occurrence.
"You good?" One asked, raising an eyebrow.
Moon didn't have to guess if they were talking to her or the devil who didn't even turn to look at her. "I'm fine. My Moon just needs to get it all out." The nickname sent waves of fury through Moon as she looked for something else to grab. "After all, I doubt her boyfriend will like her this feisty. He's his own brand of crazy."
"He's like a rabid dog." One of the goons joked and Miss J laughed.
"He's Shand's little pet. This one is mine." She lazily pointed to Moon, not bothering to even look back.
Moon ran forward, grabbing a shard from the floor. Her fist tightened on it, pain radiating from her hand as she lunged forward. The goons were faster though, snatching her out of the air, shoving her down on her knees into the puddle. She snarled as they forced the shard from her hand, hearing it hopelessly clatter to the floor, her blood dripping down her hand.
"You love to make my life difficult, don't you?" Miss J asked, sighing as she stood up. Moon snapped at her as she leaned forward, that accursed pen pulling her chin up. "It will be fun to watch this spirit break. Remember, you're mine until your contract is up."
Moon tried to pull away from the touch but a shoe dug into her thigh and she screamed in pain. "Fuck you." She spat, her anger seeping from her words.
Miss J chuckled. "Careful. Keep talking this way and we just might have someone fuck you instead. Whatever the fans want, right?" She asked and Moon's heart sunk. "Sorry, whatever I want, right, My Moon?" She asked, before something jabbed into her neck.
The last thing she saw was those blue eyes, creased in joy at her pain.
Moon took a deep breath, holding the cutesy gun she had been given up. Paris was full of color, vibrant lights and people filling the streets. It was what she had once wanted to see when he traveled the world. And now she would be leaving it. All while those blue eyes watched her carefully from the background.
"Miss Moon, miss Moon!" A kid asked, grabbing onto her leg. "Do you really have powers like everyone says?"
She grinned, the feeling natural despite her inner disgust at it. She wanted to kick the kid off and yell at him. She couldn't though. Not because Miss J was watching. Her body psychically wouldn't let her. She wouldn't be a good woman if she wasn't good with kids.
"Do you believe it?" She asked, dropping her stylized pose to kneel beside the kid. "Because whatever you believe I can do with all your heart, I can do it!"
The kid beamed, nodding. "I do! I think you can go anywhere and see the whole world! My mommy says that you just poof and you're somewhere new with the magic gun!"
She smiled, tapping his head with the gun. "And where would you like to see me next?" She asked, fighting the urge to puke at playing into the game.
He hummed, biting his lip. "Antarctica!" He yelled and she stared at him.
The words she wanted to say caught in her throat as she turned to look helplessly at Miss J who just smiled. "Antarctica?" Moon asked softly. "Why not somewhere warm like the beach?"
The kid shook his head stubbornly. "Antarctica! I want to see you play with the penguins!" He bounced on his heels happily and she felt the cameras zoom in.
Because it wasn't just Miss J watching. It was everyone. Every number on her wrist watched her every move, choosing her next step. Her powers were hers now. Had been since a month after she had tried to kill Miss J. She was finally a true hero with powers that didn't need a green screen to fake them.
And if she wanted to keep them- keep any of this life and not be tossed to the side and replaced, she would do what the fans wanted. Miss J had loved to taunt her with that. Anyone could be Moon if the people believed they were. She didn't know if it was true. She only knew that three years ago, she hadn't been Moon either.
"Antarctica it is!" She said, standing up. She posed in the crafted way she had been trained to, pulling the trigger.
The cold air stung her skin and she hissed slightly under it, forcing her smile to stay big. "Oh that's cold!" She joked, looking down to the kid who stared in amazement at the portal.
He grinned. "That's okay! I don't think you can get cold!"
Her jaw ticked as she grinned, forcing herself to step closer to it. "I'll be back when I'm done playing with the penguins! I'll take all of you with me!" She gestured towards the camera before she stepped inside, her sandaled feet sinking into the deep snow.
The portal flicked out behind her and she screamed in pain, struggling to hold the gun up. "Apartment, apartment, apartment." She yelled through clenched teeth, her fingers struggling to pull at the trigger.
She managed to finally get it, throwing herself and a bunch of snow into the portal, letting it shut behind her. Unfortunately, one little kid was not enough to trick the universe into thinking she was invulnerable to the elements. "I'm going to fucking murder her." She screamed into the floor and patches of already melting snow.
Behind the cameras and closed doors, appearance didn't matter.
"Have fun during your little excursion through the desert?" Miss J asked, waltzing into the apartment.
She sat on the couch, draping her arm over the back of it. Moon glared at her, dropping the speed of the treadmill. "You know I didn't. That costume isn't made for the heat or for the-
"Or for the cold." Miss J cut her off, waving her hand in the air. "I'm aware of your little tantrums. I'm also aware that your costume is appealing to the public. And what your fans want, they get."
Moon huffed, stepping off the treadmill. She was still wearing the damn thing, always excepted to be in it. Every damn day they were doing live streams now of city and city after country and country. Far off places no one has ever been and urban areas crawling with rats.
"What you want, you get." She corrected the woman, crossing the floor to stand in front of her.
Miss J smiled, nodding her head slightly as she scrolled. "Seems you're finally getting it, doll." She chuckled, bouncing her leg gently.
Moon snarled. "I can take it off! Ruin the image you have for me!" Miss J hummed, her focus only on the phone in her hands. "I'll do it!" She yelled. "I know you have cameras in here!"
Moon's anger flared as the woman paid her no mind, her focus on that stupid phone. She kicked off the boots first, throwing them beside Miss J who didn't shift to avoid them. The stupid ass tights that did nothing to help with the cold were next,joining the boots.
She paused, shivering slightly as the rush of air on her legs. She hadn't thought this through at all. All she had left was her dress and her underwear. She could just put back on the clothes and-
"Got shy suddenly?" Miss J asked, glancing up from her phone. Her blue eyes scanned Moon before she hummed, looking back down. "Shame. I knew you were a coward."
Moon unzipped her dress, throwing the stupid crystal flower to the side. She pulled it off over her head, yanking her arms free of the sleeves. Part of her hoped they tore but they didn't, coming off in one smooth motion.
She chucked it at Miss J who laughed, catching it easily before it hit her. She wrapped her arms around her chest, her anger mixing with the flush of her embarrassment. "What would you do? I'll do it! I'll portal out of here and ruin the image you have of me."
Miss J fully looked up, her blue eyes scanning Moon slowly. She fought to not shiver under the stare and Miss J glanced back down. "Do you like the underwear I picked for you? Thought the pink flowers matched your gun quite nicely." She looked back at her phone before she paused.
Moon grinned at the knowledge that she'd won something. What had she won? Miss J's attention? She didn't want that. There was a small flash and her eyes shot back to meet Miss J's over her glasses. "In case you ever try to be a brat like this again." She shook the phone slightly. "Maybe if you're a good little doll, I'll delete it for you, My Moon."
She didn't say anything else, her gaze back to scrolling as her leg bounced slightly. Moon stared in horror at the knowledge of what she had just armed her captor with, tightening her hold on her chest.
Moon stared at her for a moment, before she grabbed her clothes, rushing to put them back on. Miss J didn't speak, not even watching as Moon pulled the tights over her legs, hating every part of her that had gotten her into this mess.
Because that was all her. That wast something she could blame on cameras or fans or the stupid numbers on her wrist. That had all been her.
"Finally done with that riveting display?" Miss J asked as Moon shoved back on her last boot. She huffed but didn't respond, dropping down on the couch beside Miss J. "Good. Because it's time to work and earn that money we pay you."
Moon flinched as Miss J tapped her cheek with her pen, turning her head to look at her. The pen ran against her cheek, Miss J's fingers so close to her skin. It trailed down to her lips and Moon's brain paused as she opened her mouth slightly.
Miss J grinned, tapping her pen against her lip. "Such a good pet." She teased and the nickname brought Moon back to her senses as she pulled away quickly.
"Fuck off." She spat, shoving herself off the couch.
Miss J laughed and the sound sent chills down Moon's spine. "Still not broken. Wonderful." She cooed. Moon ignored her, already turning back on the treadmill. "Go shower." She said and Moon ignored her.
She turned the treadmill up, shutting her eyes as she ran, trying to force away any memory of what the fuck had just happened. Because what the fuck had just happened?
It stopped suddenly and she stumbled, grabbing the handlebars. "What the fuck?" She yelled, glaring at Miss J, her perfectly polished finger sitting on the emergency off button.
"Take a shower." She said again. "If I have to repeat myself a third time, I'll have my men do it." She threatened, her lip quirking up into a smile. "Then more people will have your beautiful naked image ingrained into them."
Moon shivered at what might be called a compliment, forcing her brain to focus on the threat instead. The threat she knew Miss J would make good on. She didn't threaten anything she didn't move through with. "Why?" She asked instead, crossing her arms defiantly.
Miss J nodded. "Today's the day you meet your new boyfriend. The entire reason I've been working so hard on you." She tapped Moon's nose with the pen and Moon stumbled back and off the treadmill. "Today, you become nothing more than Moon, Nice's arm candy."
Moon stared ahead, her eyes fixed on the street sign at the other end. She could feel her easy smile, her laugh filling the air and yet it felt so unnatural. So unlike her. Was this what her voice sounded like when Miss J first saw her? Was it deeper or higher or made others stare like it did now?
She saw the headlights of the car getting closer, her body screaming at her to run. She could teleport. She could go anywhere but here. Yet she stayed. She stayed as the car got bigger out of the corner of her eye. As the driver pressed down on the horn.
She pushed the kids following her backwards, her stance moving to push her more into the way. A dance Miss J had forced her through over and over again. Except this time, the car didn't slow. It kept going towards her, the drivers eyes wide with fear as he tried to swerve or break.
He couldn't with his break lines cut though. Couldn't swerve with his steering wheel locked on her. Could only barrel forward, blasting the awful horn as she turned to stare at her death. That was one way out of the contract. They had her life. They didn't have her death.
Hands grabbed her arms and suddenly she was spinning, pinned to the strong warm chest of someone else. She dropped her gun, wrapping her arms around his neck quickly, keeping her shaking body tight to him. That wasn't an act. She would have died there. Miss J wouldn't have stepped in if this man was slightly too late. And yet- he was perfect, just as he was meant to be.
"Are you alright, My Moon?" He asked and her body froze at the nickname. She knew it was Miss J's line. She knew she had done it on purpose.
She forced the discomfort away, staring up at the face of the hero who had saved her. She wanted to believe in that moment that he was a true hero. He had saved her from her death. "Now that you have me." She said back, dropping her head to his chest.
The facade broke then. His heart didn't beat. Not like people's should. It was too perfect. Too fake. Too made up to fit the mold. He wasn't like her. He had fully given himself over to the wrongness that was being a hero. Even the way he spoke was wrong. "And I'll never let you go."
Her anger flared as she stared into those unseeing eyes, her chest tightening. "See how you'll fix this, Miss J." She muttered, wiping her cheek against the man's shoulder.
His eyes opened in surprise as the concealer rubbed onto his neat white costume, his hands tightening on her arm. So he did have some fight left.
She ignored it, turning her head to face the cameras. Miss J saw it immediately from her position behind the cameras and Moon could hear the pen snap from here. She simply grinned, turning back to the hero who set her down.
He spotted the burn scar quickly, something she had done to herself after the makeup team had left her, his lip curling into disgust before he disguised it as a smile. "Fan of mine?" She teased, the script rolling off her tongue. She would play her game.
"You want my attention that bad?" Miss J asked, the door to her apartment slamming behind her. "Good job, My Moon. Now you have it." She dropped the clipboard onto the table, her gloved hands tightening into fists without them in her hands.
Moon scrambled up from the couch but she was too fast as a hand grabbed her shirt, shoving her back down. "Is this what you wanted, you brat?" She asked, standing above Moon.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her head struggling to process the words. Because Miss J was right there. Her breath was hot against Moon's face and her hair was falling out of her usually neat bun. It was all because of Moon. She had made her lose her composure and oh god-
Moon didn't think. She was done thinking.
She shoved her lips against Miss J's, pushing herself forward and out of the couch. She'd make this composed woman break and she would finally be the one coming out on top. Miss J chuckled but she ignored it, using it to push her tongue into her mouth. She bit at her lips, reaching up to grab Miss J's neck.
She was faster though, pulling out of Moon's hold, he hand moving to Moon's neck as she forced her back. "Someone's desperate, aren't they?" She asked, the gloved thumb running along Moon's windpipe.
She choked, trying to suck in a breath as Miss J's other hand ran over her bottom lip, smearing her spit over it. "Fuck you." She spat but it came out as nothing more than a wheeze as she struggled to breath.
"I control you." Miss J said, sticking her thumb into Moon's mouth. She tried to bite at it but Miss J let go of her neck, pulling her up by her jaw. "Unless you need a reminder of that."
She let Moon go, sneering at the now spit covered gloves. Moon gasped, sucking in shaky gulps of air, her lungs struggling to listen to her. "Now, if you're done with that little temper tantrum, go get yourself cleaned up. Hide that ridiculous burn you refuse to let heal. Your boyfriend is arriving shortly."
Moon sneered, ready to snap that Nice wasn't her boyfriend. Yet all Miss J had to do was glare over the top of those glasses and she couldn't argue with her. Not when she had just been the one to kiss her.
She stared up at the ceiling, connecting the glow in the dark stars above her. She could feel the empty space beside her, the bedding thrown in a pile where there would have been a person most nights. Well- not most nights.
In fact, there hadn't actually been a person beside her since she had moved into this new apartment. Wether Nice just didn't sleep or didn't sleep by her, she didn't know. She didn't care to know.
That aggravating man hadn't spoken a single word to her that wasn't in disapproval.
Fix that.
Clean that.
Tie your hair back.
She was seconds from crashing out the next time she saw him which was an issue because that time would be in the public eye. For their next duo fight where Moon was forced to do anything to make him look good. Frame him with a beautiful view in her portals. Teleport him to where he needed to be. Again and again and again.
She screamed in frustration, throwing the pillow across the room. It smacked into the wall uselessly, dropping to the tiled floor with a soft sound. She couldn't do more of this. Of being trapped beside him with nothing she could do for herself.
At least before Miss J had found her, she had been free. Well- broke and free. On the brink of starvation and free. It was better than this jail cell made up in ribbons though. With the worst fucking jailer imaginable.
She squeezed her legs slightly, rubbing them together as she thought. She had the apartment to herself, didn't she? Nice wouldn't be back to criticize her for awhile and the goons that had always haunted her other apartment were gone now. She was too much of a broken doll to need security around. She'd show Miss J. She wasn't just someone to be used.
She dropped back onto the bed, groaning as she stared at the ceiling. How could she though? What made a woman like that tick? A woman who was so powerful she could make anyone do what she wanted with the raise of her hand. A woman who could force Moon down and lock her in place as she pushed her face side to side and did whatever she wanted with her?
She shifted, pulling one leg up as it got uncomfortable. She paused, glancing around before she dropped a hand into her pants. Her fingers grazed over her underwear and she gasped slightly, pulling them out. They were slightly wet, just enough that she knew what it was.
It wasn't the first time she had gotten horny of course. It was just the first time she had gotten horny and couldn't deny what she had been thinking of before.
She bit her lip, tilting her head to look at the cameras trained on her. Miss J probably wouldn't watch them all. Especially if it was just Moon here and there wasn't any promotional material they could grab from. Still, she grabbed the blanket, dropping it over herself quickly. She didn't need to give whatever goon watching a whole show. She just needed something for herself. Just her.
She trailed her hand between her pants and underwear again, gently rubbing them up against the growing wet section. She reached for her phone, her fingers grazing the edge before she gasped slightly as she found a sweet spot. She hesitated before ignoring the phone, shutting her eyes to avoid the cameras instead.
She rubbed slowly, her head pressing into the pillow. She always had used a video before yet she felt go good right now without it. In the open instead of tucked into a bathroom to avoid the cameras. She gasped, pushing her fingers under her underwear. They grazed against her clit and she hummed, her teeth digging into her lower lip.
Her eyes fluttered open, making eye contact with the camera as she grinned. Miss J wouldn't use it against her. She had spent too much time making her the cutesy innocent girlfriend. She kicked off the blanket, pausing long enough to take off her pants. She licked at her lips, letting her small gasps escape.
"Miss J." She muttered out loud, her eyes closing again as she pushed her fingers down. She pressed them inside slowly, curving them up into herself. "I- I fuck-" She moaned, grinding into her own fingers.
She trailed her other hand under her shirt, twirling them around her nipples slowly. Would Miss J ever touch her? If she kept trying, would Miss J notice her? Want her? She wanted to ruin Miss J like she had ruined Moon. She pinched her nipple, moaning as her nails digged into her skin.
Her back arched as she came on her fingers, gasping as she pulled her fingers out of herself. She felt the wetness stick to her underwear and she groaned, leaning back into the bed. She stared up at the ceiling before her head fell to the side, eyes drifting over to the camera in the corner.
She grinned, bringing her fingers up to her mouth. She licked at her own cum slowly, pressing her tongue between her fingers before she sucked up the rest. On the off chance Miss J was watching, she hoped this ruined the entire image she had been forced to maintain. At least to the devil.
Moon leaned into her hand, tapping her finger against her cheek. The cameras were off for now and the people had stopped filing into the signing booth, leaving only her and her boyfriend. She had accepted it now. It had been over a year and there was no freeing herself.
Treeman and Miss J owned her. All she could do was mess with Miss J. Not enough to get herself replaced but enough to mess with Miss J and make her job harder. If the glares the woman was shooting her more often were any indication, it was working. She was actually looking at Moon instead of ignoring her.
If the nightly show she put on for the woman had anything to do with it, she wasn't sure. Yet it had become the one joy she had in her days. God knows Nice wasn't any joy.
She glanced over to him, scanning over the blank face he held as he looked out to the door where people had been filing in 10 minutes ago. His hair was combed back and his makeup was flawless. She froze, squinting slightly as the light hit his face. "Are those-" She reached forward, trailing a finger along his face.
He shoved her back, the light coming back into his eyes just enough for him to react. "What do you think you are doing?" He asked, his lip curled up in disgust.
"Those are eye bags!" She practically yelled and his eyes widened in surprise. "Holy shit! You actually get eye bags like the rest of us."
Nice scoffed, slapping her hand away as she reached for his face again. "They're not eye bags. It's a trick of the light that you're seeing." He spat.
She grinned, shaking her head. "Those are eye bags. And little mister perfect isn't so perfect after all, is he?"
Nice's jaw ticked and Moon leaned back in her chair. "Moon." A voice said and Moon froze, her gaze jumping to the door. Miss J stood there, her lackeys around her as her pen tapped onto her clipboard gently. "Keep your hands off of him." She said, looking up through her glasses.
Moon huffed, glancing over to Nice who was sitting straight up, an easy smile on his face. Back into that little fucking charade as being perfect. Back into being Shand's little dog. Moon refused to let that happen to her, no matter how much her trust value changed. Miss J would never get her autonomy.
"I thought you wanted us to be all lovey." Moon said, standing up to drape herself on the man. Her skin itched as she leaned against him, running her hand against his chest. "I'm just listening to you." She said, grinning at Miss J.
The woman regarded her for not even a second before she glanced down at her clipboard again, sighing deeply. "Nice." She said after a moment, looking back up.
Moon screamed in pain as Nice grabbed her wrist, spinning her until she was bent over the table, her arm straining at the odd angle. Nice's fingers just tightened as she snarled, trying to fight him off. He wasn't even struggling to keep her down and her other hand reached for her gun, her eyes scanning the room for anywhere she could teleport to.
She got it out of its holder right as someone grabbed the gun, a lackey handing it over to Miss J. She set her clipboard down, tapping her finger against the edge of the gun. "Thank you, Nice." She said, not even paying attention to Moon as she trued to push against the man's hand, her hair falling out of its ponytail and covering her face. "There's a reason you're so close to the top ten." She said and Nice's hand tightened.
The gun slid onto the table just out of Moon's reach, a lackey's fingers trailing along it before he grabbed Moon's jaw, shoving her face up. "You'd do good to comply like our little dog here." Miss J said, standing beside the lackey who held Moon's face. "But then where would be the fun in breaking you?" She asked, grinning slightly.
Moon sneered, snapping at the lackey's hands but he just held her tighter, Nice shoving down on her arm. "I'm going to get out of this fucking contract one way or another." She promised, eyes narrowing as she spat.
Miss J chuckled, pushing hair behind Moon's ear with the end of her pen. "I'd like to see you try." She said, her face so close to Moon's that she could feel her hot breath. Her tongue licked at her lips, the eyes of a predator looking her over.
"Too much of a coward to even hold me yourself?" She asked, trying to rip her arm free of Nice.
Miss J studied her before she stood up, glaring down at Moon. She dropped the pen beside Moon's face, the clattering loud in her ears. "If you want me to touch you, you're going to need to beg better than that, My Moon." She said and Moon narrowed her eyes. "Pity you're taken."
Moon froze as something touched her ass, fingers running along her back and thighs. She panicked, trying to move but her body froze, trying to process what was happening. Nice wouldn't. He wouldn't. He was infatuated with Shand and Wreck and he wouldn't do this. The lackeys wouldn't. They couldn't. Who- she didn't want any of them touching her.
"Lose your spirit?" Miss J asked, a sly grin on her face. Moon scanned her, trying to figure this out. But most of her was hidden by the odd angle and the fact that the lackey was forcing her to stay up, her body shaking as both men held her in place as Miss J just watched. The hand on her ass didn't stop, pressing between her legs and she gasped, trying to kick it away.
"Want to see one of my favorite tricks with my heroes?" Miss J asked and the hand left Moon's ass as she panted slightly from exertion. She forced herself to blink away tears that had formed in the corner of her eyes, swallowing the spit filling her mouth. "Sit up straight, my Moon." Miss J said as a door opened.
She hated it.
She hated that her body moved without her wanting to, sitting up straight in the chair as Nice shifted into his. Like nothing more than dolls for Miss J and Shand and all the other corporations. She sat with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap, her wrist still screaming as she felt a bruise form under the sleeve. The cameras rushed in with another wave of admirers and her heart dropped as she realized the truth. She wasn't escaping.
Her gun dropped onto the table beside her, Miss J standing at her back. "Good job, my Moon." Miss J said, her breath hot on Moon's ear before she stood up.
All Moon could do was smile and play the part. The part of her moon.
Moon scrubbed at her face, trying to get rid of the sick feeling that coated her entire body. She couldn't even look at Nice without wanting to puke, the feeling of a hand on her ass and thighs coming back every time. He wouldn't. He couldn't. But Shand controlled Miss J and Nice and could make him do anything with just a nod. A turn of their heads. She had seen it.
She hadn't meant to see it. To watch him kill someone in a back alley, wiping blood off of his hands to get them clean again. She had tried to go to a park. Or anywhere but the tower. Her portal hadn't listened though, instead appearing at Nice's side. Her trust had gotten so strong. Trust that she would always be at his side.
She had closed the portal as fast as she had opened it, doing the only thing she could. Take a shower. The one place Miss J didn't have eyes. So she scrubbed; trying to get rid of the feeling on a hand on her ass and thighs and get rid of the image of Nice standing over a corpse. She still had to lay next to him. Still had to kiss him in front of all the cameras.
That was her role. Sit still. Look pretty.
She scrubbed at her bruised wrist, the skin already mostly healed. She wanted the bruise back. She wanted something that was still hers. She screamed, throwing the loofah onto the floor as she stumbled into the glass door, throwing the shower open. She panted, trying to right herself as she glanced up, her eyes meeting purple ones she didn't know in the mirror.
She grabbed at her hair, pulling at the roots as she ripped pieces out. She wanted to just be herself. She wanted back something she had lost long ago and she wanted to stop being paraded around like a doll on a string. She was a human! She was more than Moon! She knew she had a name before Miss J!
The elevator dinged from outside the door and she grabbed her clothes, throwing them on quickly, her hair dripping down her back and soaking it. She paused at the mirror one last time before she screamed, slamming her fist into it as hard as she could. It shattered, sharp pain shooting up from her hand, blood starting to drip.
She laughed at the feeling, dropping her fist to rest in the sink as she stared at her face now. The red cracks ran through it, breaking it into pieces. She sighed, panting heavily from the burst of anger before she shook her hand off, glancing down at it. Despite the blood, there were no shards in it and she smiled, watching it fall into the sink.
She turned for the door, pulling it open as she strode out, her steps quick and even. Nice stood there, his white outfit pressed and polished as he glanced up at the pompous ass statue of himself. "Moon." He snarled, the Nice persona always dropped.
She didn't respond, grabbing his collar before he could react, squeezing it in her bloodied hand. "Was it you?" She asked, her voice as even as it could be.
He stammered, his face curled up in disgust as he stared down at her red hand. "You disgusting ingrate." He snarled, trying to shove her back. She grabbed tighter, ripping him towards her.
"Was it fucking you?" She yelled, spitting in his face.
His face flicked between rage and disgust, his hands shaking as he debated between wiping his own face or strangling her. "Let go of me!" He yelled, deciding the first was the better option. He swiped at his face, trying in vain to get all the spittle.
"Did you fucking touch me?" She yelled, her fist tightening in bursts of pain.
He snarled. "Don't flatter yourself ." He said and she stared at him before she dropped him quickly.
He floated in the air before he set himself down, sneering as he looked himself over. "Look what your hormones did!" He yelled, holding his hands out by his side.
She chuckled dryly, stepping back. "I suggest you get the fuck out of here before you learn what my "hormones" will do." She said, dropping to her knees, sticking her hand in the flowing water around the statue.
"Is that a threat?" He asked, floating beside her.
She nodded. "I can just reveal that alleyway to the public. One post and its all over." She taunted knowing she couldn't. Their accounts were too heavily guarded for that.
She washed her hands off, letting the water run red as she hissed with the pain. The elevator chimed and she chuckled dryly, blowing some of the blonde strands out of her face. Of course it wasn't him. The only person he ever wanted to get handsy with was himself and Shand. Even Wreck didn't matter to him as much anymore.
She glared up at the statue, splashing it with the water. It dripped off it harmlessly, falling back into the drains to lead to the water. A never ending cycle and she was stuck right here. Watching it all.
"Your shirt is wet." A voice said and Moon's gaze shot over to the couch where Miss J sat, her leg crossed over her other. Her eyes were on Moon, her clipboard set down as she studied Moon. Hunted her.
"Fuck off." She mumbled, pulling her hair over her shoulder. She squeezed it out into the water below, debating just jumping in. Would that piss off Miss J enough to leave her alone? No. She needed answers.
Miss J hummed, her heel clicking on the floor as she bounced her leg once. "Drowning is a painful way to end it." She said, adjusting her glasses. "I'll be more than glad to watch if that's the way you chose."
Moon huffed, shoving herself to her feet as she let her hair fall back down. Miss J was right. She could feel her white shirt clinging to her chest but she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of mentioning it. "Is that your thing? Watching?" She asked, walking to the couch. "Watching as one of your fucking goons groped me over that table."
Miss J raised an eyebrow as Moon jumped over the back of the couch, landing harshly onto it. "Did something happen back there?" She asked, a small grin on her face.
Moon sneered. "Don't you fucking play dumb with me." She said, curling her legs up onto the couch with her. "I know it was one of them because it wasn't fucking Nice. He's as gay and broken as a fucking- I don't know." She tossed her hands up before she tugged them through the tangling hair.
Miss J chuckled slightly. She leaned back into the couch like she owned the place, her gaze leaving Moon for the first time. She felt- naked without the eyes on her. "Why would I ever let one of those idiots touch my prized possession like that?" She asked, licking her lips slightly.
Moon's breath hitched at the small movement and she suddenly became aware of what had happened last time they sat here. When she had gotten so- desperate for her personal devil to just touch her. She could faintly taste the woman on her lips as Miss J's gaze shifted back to her. "You looked like you liked it." She said with a small chuckle. "I don't know why you're complaining."
Moon's fist tightened and she paused to look down at it, the skin already scabbed and starting to heal. "You're a lunatic." She spat, looking back up. "A narcissistic controlling bitch."
Miss J hummed lowly. "And you're a submissive slut who masturbates while screaming my name." Moon's breath caught in her throat as Miss J tipped her head, gold strands falling in front of the piercing gaze. "Every. Single. Night."
Moon froze, swallowing the spit in her mouth. She was supposed to be in charge here. And yet with one sentence Miss J had shown her hand. "You- don't put words in my mouth!" She yelled, tightening her fists. "I didn't yell your name!"
Miss J said nothing and Moon forced herself to glance over as the woman scrolled the tablet, seeming bored with it all. As if Moon was nothing more than a pest. She didn't want silence though. "You're a devil!" She spat and Miss J didn't look back up.
Her fists tightened in the couch, willing the scab to break and reopen. It didn't though. Of course it didn't. She had to be just as perfect as Nice was or else what was it all for? What had she sold her life away for if not to be perfect and a little pet for Miss J to toss around? It was infuriating and she knew she could do nothing about it. The trust system would never let her break free from it no matter how much she wanted to. She couldn't disobey what the fans wanted.
She bit her cheek until she tasted blood, letting out a small breath. Fine. Miss J wanted her to be perfect and composed. She'd break that. Little by little she'd tear that down until she was just allowed to be… her. Whoever that was.
And it started here. She wouldn't back down and be the timid dog Miss J wanted.
She lunged across the couch, grabbing the tablet and chucking it across the room. She didn't hear it shatter which she had to be glad for as Miss J's gaze turned to hers, cold and calculating. "Throwing a tantrum?" She said, her lips quirked into a smile.
Moon growled, grabbing the woman's throat with both her hands before she could think about it. "I'm getting out of this contract!" She yelled, squeezing her nails into Miss J's neck.
The woman didn't give so much as a sound as she just grinned that smile that meant she was in charge. She wasn't though. Moon was now. "One way or another." She tightened her grip, her hands shaking as Miss J just watched. She shifted, sitting over the woman's lap to push her back into the couch, tears stinging her eyes.
A hand touched her ass and she loosened her grip in surprise, moving to whip around to face it. Hands grabbed her hips instead, gloved fingers toying under her shirt, brushing along skin as she was held in place. "Let me-" she struggled, trying to move with little luck. "Let me go!" She yelled, turning back to spit at Miss J.
The woman sighed raising an eyebrow. "That's disgusting." She said, sighing simply.
Moon's gaze narrowed as the fingers pressed into her waist. "Let me go! This is sexual harassment!" She yelled, shoving against the woman's body.
"Did you see me yelling the same when you kissed me last time? Or all the other times since you've tried to tease me." She tipped her head slightly. "How is that working out for you, my Moon?" She asked, her voice dipping slightly.
Moon's chest tightened, her hands loosening on the wrists holding her hips down. She hated it. She hated it all. Yet her mouth betrayed her before she could stop it. "What are you going to do to me?"
Miss J grinned, her hands falling away from Moon's hips. She hated it. She hated that she wanted them back and that the area they were felt burned without her gloves. "Nothing." She said simply. "I have work to do." She pulled her phone from her pocket, leaning back on the couch.
Moon was forced to shift with the movement, fully straddling the other woman. "Wha-"
"You are more then welcome to entertain yourself though." She said, tapping away at her phone.
Moon stared at her, the subtle blue illuminating her face, bouncing paperwork and files off of her glasses. She didn't care about Moon. Moon wasn't stupid enough to think that anymore. She may have chosen her but she would never actually care about her. Moon was just a job to her and that was fine.
Still- in all her life, Miss J was the only one who had ever picked her. Ever wanted her. Even if that meant changing who she was.
Moon bit her lip, slamming her eyes shut as tears threatened to fall. She wouldn't give Miss J the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She wanted a show. She had seen the cameras from late at night. She had been the one grabbing Moon's thighs and ass. Somehow- she had been. Those hands felt too familiar.
Moon opened her eyes, leaning forward as she grabbed the couch behind Miss J's shoulders. Miss J didn't acknowledge the movement and Moon almost rolled off before Miss J shifted, crossing her legs. Her thigh brushed between Moon's thighs and she gasped slightly in surprise, tipping her hips forward.
It wasn't attention from Miss J and yet it was acknowledgement. It was- she was sick. But they were alone and the only one who would see the cameras would be Miss J and her goons. When else would she get another chance like this? To be anything other than the pure perfect girlfriend she had been created as?
So she forced it away. She was here. And she would make Miss J break.
She settled her weight further down, rocking her hips forward slightly as she moved a hand to pin Miss J's shoulder back. She shouldn't have been so eager already but now she was thinking. Thinking of how Miss J's hand had ran between her thighs, squeezing her ass as she grinned down at Moon. Thinking of the few times Miss J would grab her jaw and force her to hold eye contact.
She rocked more, dropping her head to kiss Miss J's shoulder, pausing to see how she'd react. The woman didn't bat an eye, her gaze locked to her phone with an annoyed expression. Moon kissed more, trailing her lips up Miss J's skin, kissing from her jaw to her ear and back to her neck. She wanted to ruin her and leave marks and she wanted everything the woman had taken from her.
"You leave a hickey and I'm doubling your appearances with Nice." Miss J finally said, a bored tone to her voice. "Not all of us were crafted to have such perfect healing skin." Her hand dropped from her phone, a gloved finger running over where the cut had healed fully.
It sent sparks through Moon's body and she gasped in surprise, Miss J's lip turning up before she returned to her phone. Moon's brows furrowed in frustration at how quickly Miss J was able to change it.
She pushed herself off of the woman, standing on shaky feet as she glared down at her. Her clothes were off before she could allow herself to hesitate, climbing back to her spot, her bare skin rubbing on Miss J's leg.
She would ruin her if it was the last thing she did.
Moon stared up at the ceiling, blinking past the harsh lights that filled the always too bright apartment. Her head pounded and she groaned, rolling over to grab a pillow and block out the light. A bolt of pain ran up her as her legs rubbed together and she hissed, biting down on her lower lip. She ran her fingers between her legs, her brows furrowing in confusion.
She didn't have any cuts on her legs but as she ran her hand up, she winced again, ripping her hand away. Her clit was sore. So fucking sore and her head hurt like a bitch despite the fact she shouldn't have been able to get drunk. She hadn't drunk anything anyways.
She relaxed back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling and she swallowed the bile threatening to creep up her throat. She didn't fully know what had happened the night before but all she knew was she felt- good. Despite the pain and the soreness, she felt good and rested for the first time since she could remember.
"You're finally awake. Good." Miss J's voice echoed across the apartment and Moon's heart lept to her throat as she stumbled from the bed. Her legs were shaky but she forced herself to stand tall, making out Miss J's form on the couch. She lounged back, her legs crossed and her heel bouncing at the movement. She looked- normal.
Moon struggled with words for a moment before her anger flared up. "Last night! You-"
"Nice." Miss J said, cutting Moon off.
The man appeared from the kitchen, carrying a perfectly arranged tray of fruit, a small can of something perched on top, condensation quickly wiped off with a quick thumb. "Miss J. Does Shang have a new mission?" He asked and Moon's lip curled up in disgust at the way he asked.
The woman on the couch leaned forward, plucking an apple slice from the tray right as Nice set it down. "Your master will tell you when he's calling." She said with a small chuckle and Moon skin crawled at the terrifying look that flicked over Nice's face. It was gone as quickly as it had come as he walked away, his cape moving behind him because he refused to dress normal.
"What are you doing here still?" Moon snarled, stomping over to the woman despite the small bursts of pain that radiated through her body every time her underwear (because she was luckily wearing some), brushed against her clit.
Miss J took another apple, leaning back onto the couch. "Can't a master want to know how her dog is doing?" She asked, pulling her tablet back up.
Moon stiffened, her fists clenching at her side. Hers. Her moon. Her dog. Nothing belonged to Moon anymore. It was all hers. And she hated that that had started to not sound that bad. At least she was wanted by someone.
This was it. This was the last fucking straw that Moon could take. The flicker of hope she had felt when the impostor told her that Nice had killed himself was gone. Because she knew her fate the moment that Miss J locked her in with the impostor. She hated the fact she knew it.
She knew she would break and give Miss J what she wanted. She knew nothing would change because she could never be that lucky. These past months with her always ending up trying to make Miss J touch her, arching her body into the woman and just wanting to be held.
She flipped off a camera as she walked past it, drying her hair for the hour long bath she had been stewing in. The impostor was leaned forward, his back impossibly straight like Nice's had always been. A fucking copycat from hell sent to make her life even more miserable.
Her eyes flickered over to the kitchen and the rows of knives before she sighed and tossed the towel on the floor. What would it matter? Even if she managed to kill the copycat, they'd find a replacement for him and keep it going. She doubted she could exhaust their supply. Plenty of kids who would jump at the chance to be their favorite hero and to be with the "perfect" girlfriend.
She hesitated, recalling how quickly the new Nice had recalled the answer on True Love Recipe. She wouldn't have even been able to answer that absurd question. It was just like Miss J to get a crazed obsessed stalker to play the part of her boyfriend. Just further torture.
"You're out!" He said, spinning around on the couch. He smiled and she sneered at how like Nice it was. Though Nice's hadn't looked like that in so long. This copycat's would break just like Nice's did. He would get so caught up in the perfect persona that nothing else would matter.
She ignored him, dropping down onto the couch beside him. "A month with no TV and no fast food." The impostor Nice whined. "I'm so bored." He sunk into the couch and Moon rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.
It fell into silence for a moment before she screamed, shoving herself off of the couch. "I'm going to end this!" She yelled, shoving herself off the back of the couch, grabbing the rope on the floor. She threw it over the arm of the stupid statue, dragging a chair up to the platform. She climbed onto it, grabbing the ends of the rope.
"Stop!" Not Nice yelled, running over. "You've threatened it so many times it's not going to work!"
Moon hesitated before she groaned, dropping down to the floor. "I'm not doing it!" Moon yelled, directly into the nearest camera.
Her skin crawled, knowing Miss J would be watching her. It had been a month since she had been touched by the woman and even her nights trying to touch herself while staying quiet in front of Not Nice hadn't worked. She could practically feel that smile Miss J would give her. Knowing she would crumble.
She wasn't even sure what was happening until Miss J was in front of her, her eyes trailing over Moon. "We just have to kill her."
Moon didn't turn around as the portal behind her closed, her bag held tight in her hand. This was it. She would finally be free.
Once she found a way off of this island.
Moonshoved the paper into the bottle, her hands shaking with exhaustion and hunger as she sealed it closed. It was a last ditch attempt, one she had tried over and over again to no avail. The last hopes of a desperate woman who couldn't even feel a connection to her name. She had nothing out here but that stupid flicker of hope that had long since been buried under disappointment.
She threw the bottle, watching as it crashed back against the shore, sticking beside all the others she had thrown. All around the island and every single one came back to this point. Where she had first stepped onto the cursed sand with hopes that she was finally free. Of course, it was all just a dumb illusion leaving her with nothing more than more disappointment.
She crawled onto the rock, her hands and feet getting cut up before she sat, staring out at the sea. This is what Moon, had wanted, wasn't it? To be free from the fake life that Miss J had made for her and free from the binds that had come with that name. She had gotten it. She had gotten exactly what she wanted and she didn't want it anymore.
The water lapped against the shore, the bottles clinking together. She'd be dead long before any made it off the island. It was the freedom she had threatened so many times. Miss J wasn't here to pull her back though. She buried her face into her knees, sobbing loudly. She could curse and dance naked and scream and it wouldn't affect anything.
There was a small sound, different from anything else on the island. She turned, watching as Lin Ling stepped out of the portal, her gun sitting in his hand. He smiled up at her and she blinked, rubbing her eyes quickly. This wasn't real. He wasn't here.
He didn't leave when she opened her eyes, his smile steady. She laughed, pushing herself off the rock, her legs shaking as she ran to him. It was real. She could finally get off this island and go be just a normal person. She stopped as she neared him, panting with exertion.
Lin Ling smiled, holding her gun out. "You left so quickly that you forgot about this." He said, chuckling slightly. Moon stared at it, laughing slightly as she shook her head. It still had power. She- She was saved. "So, are you having fun?"
Moon laughed, shaking her head slightly. "I don't ever want to have such a long vacation ever again!" She said, matching her gaze.
She was free.
She went to take the gun before there was a loud bang and a sharp pain shot through her head. She couldn't process anything but Lin Ling's wide eyes, blood painted on his face. Where did that come from? Suddenly she only saw sand, her eyes stinging with pain.
Then….
Nothing.
"Wake up, Xiao Yuequing." A voice said, sending goosebumps along her skin. A hand trailed up her arm, moving to her neck before a thumb grazed along her chin.
She groaned, leaning into the warm touch, so familiar but not safe. Yet it was all she could do. The voice laughed, the warm skin from the hand sending chills up her. "You should thank those few conspiracy theorists who believe you couldn't die." She said and soft lips pressed against Xiao's. That had to be her name with how the woman said it.
She pushed into the touch, her body screaming in pain but she needed the warmth. She didn't know when she would get more. She panted as the lips pulled away, finally forcing her eyes open. The room was blindingly bright, her mind screaming for her to shut her eyes again. Sh couldn't though. Not with the blue eyes piercing into her, the warm hand still on her skin.
"No one is coming for you." The woman said and Xiao blinked, trying to recall her name. "They all think you're dead and that's the way it will stay." Her fingers moved up, brushing through Xiao's hair. "After all, you're no longer Moon."
Moon.
Her Moon.
"Miss J." She whispered, the words filled with venom.
The woman smiled, tipping her head slightly as she pulled a strand of Xiao's hair loose from where it lay against the pillow. "Yang Jiāng." She said, twirling the brown strand between her fingers. "If you aren't Moon, I see no reason to be Miss J." She remarked, dropping the brown strand. She wasn't wearing the gloves.
Xiao blinked, holding a hand up in front of her face, digging her thumb nail into her other finger. She pressed until she saw a small drop of blood, letting her hand relax. It didn't go away. It stayed. It stayed and it hurt. She tipped her wrist up, watching her numbers appear on her wrist. Not numbers.
One number.
One.
"I guess this really does make you mine, doesn't it, Xiao Yuequing?" The woman asked, her thumb back to Xiao's jaw, pressing into it painfully.
Hers.
Maybe that wasn't such a bad place to be.