>>5924915You banter with her for a few minutes, Etsy’s silent at first, but she joins the conversation when she heard something about software she couldn’t stop herself from correcting. You were afraid she might have gotten jealous, but she looks like she’s enjoying talking to some other people for once.
The Asian girl tries to back away from the conversation, but she gets grabbed by the shoulder by her friend. “Nope! You lose the bet, you pay the price. C’mon, only 6 more boys to talk to! Chop Chop!” She gets dragged kicking and screaming towards some of the other male cosplayers. You’re glad they’re having fun, it’s been a while since you interacted with people that had nothing to do with the game, it brings back a sense of normalcy.
You end up having a pretty good time, checking stands, buying exclusive merchandise, and eating overpriced food. You don’t remember the last time you’ve used your money for something else than survival, but it feels nice to buy whatever you want sometimes.
Once you come back, you’re exhausted, but content. As you enter the kitchen to prepare dinner, you feel a small tap on your shoulder.
You look behind you, and Etsy is wearing one of the more...explicit cosplay that you saw in the convention. A warmth spreads across your body, there’s something about her shy look that just makes you want to grab her and… no, deep breaths, control. You want to savor this, because tonight, she’s yours. You repeat this in your head like a mantra, she’s not going anywhere, she can’t go anywhere, she’ll do whatever you tell her to, whenever you tell her to, even if she doesn’t like it.
You start to understand why Etsy got addicted to being in control, you’re a little ashamed by those thoughts, but the perceived taboo only makes it better. Of course, you both know it’s just a play, an act, you know that the moment she tells you you’re going too far, you'd stop. But you manage to convince yourself otherwise, you tell yourself you’re in control, that she belongs to you, and that you can go as far as you want no matter what she says.
You order her to stand straight, and she stiffens up. You tell her that you’ve had enough of her attitude, that she doesn’t pull her weight around here, and that you need to put her in her place. You can tell she’s trying to suppress a laugh, but she does her best to get in character. You allow yourself to go a little bit further, you get meaner, more degrading, but you make sure to never target things you know she is actually insecure about.
You disrupt the zip tie of her jacket and it slowly slides down her waist. You tell her that her body is all she’s good for, and that you’ll use her until she breaks.
“I-I’ll n-never lose to s-someone like y-you,” she murmurs in between staggered breath. You can tell she’s already at her limit.
