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Village of Shadows - Ch.6 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: Arthur traps you in his lighthouse and you wish you'd never sent John away.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Smut, Manipulation, Blackmail, Intentional grief triggers

CHAPTER 6 - The Price to Pay

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I thought I was going to drown.

I could see nothing as the light left my vision and I was thrashing in the pitch black as the grip on my ankle held fast. I wasn't able to shake it and, when I felt fingers adjusting their hold on me, I knew Arthur had found me already.

If his plan was just to kill me in the water, he was going to achieve it. I was woefully underprepared for a scenario like this.

Just at the point where I was seriously starting to panic, I heard a rushing in my ears and it felt like the water fell away from me, like my feet were now standing on something solid. I still didn't dare take a breath until there was a pat on my back.

“Take a lungful. I'm not interested in you being a corpse.”

When lights flickered on around me, I could see he'd pushed the water back, creating a little air pocket and I gulped down oxygen greedily. Arthur was sat on a rock in front of me, looking me over as I stood there, sodden and shivering.

“I'm not into Diana's style but gotta say it looks good when wet,” he grins.

“Because its f-f-fucking see through.”

“Hell yeah it is,” Arthur's gaze travels to my chest. “So, here to kill me too?”

“Not if you give me my son back. I'll just walk away. I'm not a hero.”

“No, you're not,” he stands up, approaching me and he quickly lunges, shaking the knife and the gun out of my dress whilst I nearly end up back in the water. “Because a hero would've shot me already. I'll keep hold of these and you can have them back once you've heard me out.”

“Heard you out? What do you-”

“Not here. Not much air left,” he gestures to the bubble we're in. “I'll take you back to my place but to do that, I'm gonna need you to get behind me and put your arms around my neck.”

He could've easily killed me by now so I knew he didn't have that goal at the forefront of his mind at least. I did as he asked, having no other choice if I wanted to get more answers.

The second I was in place, the water came crashing back around us, soaking me again after I'd just dripped all the excess off. There was a noise like a boom and then we were propelled forward so quickly I shut my eyes to protect them and clung on.

Arthur surfaced but the speed didn't decrease and I was sprayed constantly, getting a mouthful of lake water every time I tried to breath. He slowed down when we reached another cave that was filled with bioluminescent plants on the wall.

“Welcome to my crib,” he jumps out of the water with me still on his back and I ungracefully collapse onto the ground, not expecting it. “Mind the step, I guess.”

The entrance hall looks like Atlantis but I would swear the inside of his domain was like a lighthouse. I'm not entirely sure it wasn't as I saw a set of stairs winding around the outside. I don't remember seeing one when I came here but I have no idea where I am any more.

“Homely, right?” he watches me taking it in. “I'm not a flashy kind a' guy. I'm not Bruce.”

“I don't care. Just tell me what I want to know.”

Under my breath I whispered for Etrigan but I had no idea if I needed to shout him to summon the good-natured demon.

“Straight to the point. Man, I really dig you. Chicks usually want a life story. Here's the thing, babe, your kid's not here.”

“Diana told me he was.”

“He was and now he's not. I do know where he is though but I'm not givin' ya the secret for free. You'll need to give a little first.”

“Aren't you supposed to be trying to kill me on Superman's orders?”

Arthur laughs, sweeping his wet hair back and I think he's purposefully flexing his back muscles for me, “I don't do everything he says. There's no harm in you runnin' around this place. You're just a human for fuck's sake. Sure, you offed Diana but that was a lucky blow I think. I could've filled your lungs with water within five seconds of you stepping into my territory. You're not a threat.”

“That doesn't answer why you're not killing me.”

“You're hot, you're angry which makes you more hot and you're practically naked in front a' me. You can work it out, sweetheart.”

He wasn't hiding the fact he was interested, that was blatantly obvious. I just wondered what he was going to ask me to do.

“So here's the thing,” he starts when I don't answer him. “I'm really damn curious about how far a mother will go to protect her son. How much do you want to know where he is? What will you do for that information?”

Arthur circles me and I can feel the hairs on my arms standing on end. I felt like prey in that moment. He was just waiting to strike, looking for the weakness and he had my only chance of defeating him in his back pocket.

He stands right behind me, bending down to talk quietly into my ear, “Would you fuck the man who killed your husband?”

“You told me Lycans killed him.”

“I lied,” he chuckles to himself. “No, I gave the killing blow and then, then I threw his body to the Lycans to chew on. It's good for their teeth. They don't have much of a dental plan.”

“You...” I felt like all my energy just drained through the floor and I was left as a hollow, haunted husk.

“Me,” he pets my head softly, kissing me on the cheek whilst I stand like a statue. “All me, babe. He did put up a good fight though, I wasn't lying about that. Dude had some moves but not enough to keep him from being skewered. Just before he died, he said you'd come for the kid. He begged me to leave you alone, direct you anywhere but the village. I said no. I said I'm taking your boy and I'm gonna fuck your hot wife when she gets here and I intend to keep my word.”

“You fucking vile piece of shit!” I don't recognise my own voice it's so hateful and distraught.

“And this piece of shit just asked you a question,” Arthur's hand comes around to grip my neck. “Would you fuck the man who killed your husband to know where your son is? Now I'm not talking a bad lay here, I want you at your best. I want you to be into it and to know the person who took away your life partner is deep inside you. That's the only way I'm gonna tell you what I know.”

“I want more information than that,” I resist the urge to headbutt him or stamp on his foot. I just want him away from me. “If I'm debasing myself, I want to know where my son is and where Superman hides out.”

“Why Superman?”

“Because I'm going to kill him.”

It was hard to stand there whilst Arthur had a laughing fit but when he calmed down, he spun me around so I was facing him. I swear he had tears in his eyes from giggling so much.

“You really are something,” his warm hands feel unbearable against my chilled skin. “Fine. I tell you whatever you want to know. Do we have a deal?”

Etrigan wasn't coming, I would've seen him by now. John was sent away to keep Kal-El or Clark or whatever he went by at bay. I was entirely on my own against one of the most powerful beings in the world.

“Deal.”

I didn't expect to be thrown over his shoulder but he started walking up the stairs with me. Around and around it went until I was dizzy and disorientated but the final ascent opened out into a room with an enormous bed and a fireplace where the windows showed me a view that confirmed I really was in a lighthouse.

“Stay there,” he grunts before lighting the fire. “I'm not into fucking cold chicks.”

“Too much like the dead for you?”

“You got a smart mouth for someone who breaks easily,” he raises an eyebrow. “Now get over here and show me how much you want to find your kid.”

So I crossed to his side, flames warming me a little where they caught my legs and I tried to pretend Arthur was someone else before I snaked my arms around his neck and kissed him. It was impossible to keep the fantasy going when he was so vocal though. I had to keep my disgust to myself.

“You really hate me, don't you?” he looks amused as he pulls back. “I can feel it through the kiss. Channel it, sweetheart.”

So I did. This whole thing hinged on me making this believable enough that he'd keep his side of the bargain.

I got rougher, nails raking his chest a little as he responded by grabbing a fistful of my hair to keep me close. His other hand explored down to my ass, squeezing as he hummed his appreciation into my mouth.

I slid to the floor, getting out of his grip before readying myself, and drying myself more in the firelight, to undo his pants that were sticking to his thighs.

“Eager, huh?” he helps me get them down to his ankles before shuffling them off. “You can't rush me. If I don't feel like I'm getting my deal's worth, the deal is off. Take your time.”

It was much easier from down here to ignore Arthur, to close my eyes and mouth up his inner thighs, working him into impatience just like I used to do with my husband. His hands nearly went for my face a few times to drag me to where he wanted me to be but he held off as I finally took his cock between my lips.

“Oh yeaaah,” he groans, watching me sink down the length until I hit my limit and then I push a little further. “What a shame your husband won't ever get to feel this again. Fuck, you're so good.”

Every trick I'd ever learned came out. Where to lick, when to hollow my cheeks, how to take him right to the base. I could feel him twitching in response, a string of curse words at his lips.

“I'm not blowing my load in your mouth, get up,” he's nearly snarling as he yanks me to my feet, stripping me out of the Amazon dress, ripping the straps when they proved too finicky for him. “Love the body. Still a little cold, huh?” his fingers brush over my pebbled nipples. “I'll warm you up.”

I'm shoved backwards, stumbling until I fall on the bed and Arthur gets on the ground in front of me before diving between my legs. I wasn't counting on him trying to pleasure in me in any kind of way so I let out a squeak of surprise as his tongue started delving into me.

“Oh, babe,” he looks up at me, a wicked glint in his eye. “You think you weren't gonna get some? Unfortunately for you, I kinda like the idea of you getting off with your husband's killer. I mean that has to be a mindfuck, right?”

I say nothing but I get a handful of his hair and drag him back to me so he'll shut up. I'm not sure how much more I can listen to before I flip out and try to attack him, albeit fruitlessly.

So I lie back, I let him start flicking and sucking at my clit, I let my mind wander and I'm more pissed than anything that the image it conjures up is John. After everything he's admitted to, my brain still wants to put him front and centre in my daydreams.

I can't hold on to the fantasy of my husband, like the memory of his face is trickling away and I have no idea why. I'm not sure which appearance is worse right now, Arthur's or John's so I open my eyes to look out of the window and I see Etrigan clinging to the side of the lighthouse. He just puts a finger over his lips and then taps the window to show something shimmering, like a barrier he couldn't get past.

When he starts muttering and when the image of John gets clearer and more vivid as I close my eyes again, I know what's happening. Etrigan thinks he's helping by giving me a daydream of someone he believes I'm still on good terms with, had history with.

Instead I'm trapped in a nightmare between the man who murdered my husband and the man who pretended to be my husband.

“Fuck, you're squeezing my fingers so hard,” Arthur remarks and I'm not even sure when he slipped some into me. “Come on, babe. Cum on my face. I know I'm gettin' ya there.”

And he was and I knew if I held off that he wouldn't stop until I came so I surrendered to the feeling, the building pressure, the shaking of my thighs until I got lost in the pleasure and the whisper of John's voice that Etrigan had morphed over Arthur's.

“There's a good lass. Fuck, I love that sound.”

It took Arthur no time at all to fully deposit me on the bed before he was in between my legs and pushing into me, a death grip on my jaw so I couldn't look away but I was seeing a half blended face right now of him and John. It was confusing enough that it helped, in a weird way.

Arthur took it slow, slow enough that I felt the drag of his cock with every thrust. He wanted to prolong this as much as possible I think.

He caught me looking out of the window and spotted Etrigan. There was the wave of his hand and a plume of water from the lake outside blasted my demon friend away from me and whatever sort of reprieve he was trying to give me was gone. There was only Arthur and I now.

“No one's gonna help you,” he does a dirty grind which has me twitching from oversensitivity. “And remember our deal. No zoning out on me. Present and accounted for, babe. You do wanna see your son again, right?”

“Oh fuck you,” I snarl, tired of his needling.

I move to flip him over and he lets me. If I'm going to have to pretend to enjoy this, I'm going to take the lead. So I start rolling my hips and body in a messy kind of rhythm that has him grabbing onto my hips and ass, fingers digging in.

“Yeah, you ride me,” his head tips back as he savours the pleasure. “I bet it's better dick than your husband gave you. Make the best of it.”

If only I was a meta-human. If only I could reach down and squeeze the life out of him. I could throttle his fucking neck.

“Go on,” his eerie coloured eyes latch onto mine. “I saw your fingers curl. You wanna choke me? Go ahead and try. I'll give you that freebie.”

So I do, because I was angry and aroused and angry at myself for being aroused. I took it out on Arthur in both fucking and strangling and the bastard loved every second of it. I realised about a minute into constricting my hands around his throat that his cock got harder and he was softly groaning.

I let go immediately as he starts laughing.

“What's the matter, babe? That was heaven. Oh fuck, the look on your face...just makes me wanna...”

I'm twisted, on my side as my leg is yanked up and over his shoulder as he drives back into me. He's pawing at my breast as he ruts, starting to get sloppy in his pacing and I'm bent at such an angle when he finally finishes in me that I get a faint orgasm of my own that I hope he didn't notice.

“Whew! Goddamn!” Arthur whoops as he pulls out. “I knew you'd be fun. Angry chicks always are.”

“The deal-”

“-Yeah yeah,” he waves my upcoming question away. “Boy's with Bruce. We move him around when you get too close. He's set up a replica of Wayne Manor on the opposite side of the ritual site. As for Superman, he doesn't have a territory, he wanders between ours.”

“So I have to go and speak to the person who tried to kill me first in a death gauntlet? Fine.”

“Who said anything about you leaving?” Arthur stretches out with a satisfied grunt. “I just said I'd give you information.”

“You...”

“Penny's dropping, huh? Oh yeah. Big smart godkiller can't work out when she falls into a trap. You can't swim outta here without me. You'd drown before you got out of the tunnel. You can't climb outta the lighthouse because our universe's Zatanna enchanted the windows before Superman snapped her neck. You're stuck here, babe. Get comfortable.”

“You're just going to keep me here?!”

“Yeah. You fuck like a champ and I need a lotta stress relief dealing with the Bat,” he shrugs. “Plus I probably put a kid in ya so you won't need to go running after yours soon.”

“I'm not a breedable fucking Rapunzel! You can't lock me in a tower!”

He leans up on one elbow before winking, “I can do what I want. You'll learn to like me, sweetheart. I'm clearly the best option you could've landed with. Anyhow, can't gossip like a fishwife all day, right? Stay there, get warm and there's beer in the fridge. I need to check in with the big man.”

Arthur just ups, redresses and leaves me, taking my weapons with him. I run to the stairs, watching him as he descends to the bottom and I hear a splash as he sets out into the lake again.

I just end up crumpling by a window, calling out for Etrigan again and again with the bedsheets wrapped around me haphazardly. I finally saw the fin of his ear as he scaled the wall again and I pushed the window out to the limit of the barrier so I could hear him.

“My lady I did try my best, to put your troubled mind at rest and give you pleasant dreams of John and your memories to dwell upon. I know you have an intimate past so I tried to make your spirit holdfast but Arthur is a devious man and the magic here did spoil my plan.”

“I know you did all you could,” I reassure him because he looks furious at the state of me. “The lighthouse is blocked off by magic and you can only get out through the lake but I'd drown before I was able to swim free. I need you to get John. I need you to tell him what's happened to me because he's the only one who can get me out.”

“The hell-cursed magus is nowhere to be found, I could not see him when I travelled around.”

“Oh...we had a...we had a fight about something he did to me some years ago. Maybe he's just left me here,” I sit on the windowsill, feeling more dejected by the minute.

“If you think John has abandoned you my dear, then there is only air between those ears. I see the love within his heart and he would not so flippantly depart. I fear something more sinister resides here now and so to you I make this vow. I will search and find John Constantine and shall bid him to swiftly intervene. You will be free of Arthur Curry, so please, dear lady set aside your worries. I will do everything I possibly can and push the limits of Etrigan.”

“Thank you,” I place a hand on the barrier as he places one of his huge green ones on the opposite side. “Please hurry. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.”

Etrigan just nods gruffly before disappearing from view. I close the window so it doesn't look like I've gone anywhere before going to the bathroom and getting in the shower, scrubbing myself until I was raw. Anything to get Arthur's touch off of me.

By the time he returned, I was half asleep over a sketched picture of my husband and son as I was reminding myself of the reason I was enduring so much physical and mental torture. I was able to keep my husband's face clear in my mind's eye now Etrigan wasn't here and I was indulging in some self torture remembering the shape of his lips as they curved into a smile, the crease of his eyes as he saw me in some outfit that made him happy or proud and the low tones of his voice as he'd tell me how much he loved me with such adoration that I've never heard from any partner before him.

I was caged in a constant loop of grief, guilt and despair as I remembered him, pined for my son, felt heartbreak at John's actions and revulsion at Arthur's. I wish Superman had never said anything but he knew exactly what he was doing when he sowed the seeds of discord between John and I; he wanted me isolated and wanted me as easy pickings for Arthur.

“Drawing pictures, huh?” Arthur rips the paper out from under me and studies it. “I got a better one for you if you want. Picture of your kid from two hours ago.”

“There's a catch,” I look up at him.

“Maybe you are smart,” he smirks. “How much do you wanna see the photograph?”

“Just do whatever you want to me.”

“Aww, that's no fun when you just give in,” he squats down next to me. “Come on, babe. Work with me here.”

“No.”

His expression hardens a little before he pulls out a set of photographs from his jeans pocket and goes over to the fire with them. I can see a sliver of one of them from where I am and I know it's definitely my son. The ache in my chest is unreal at that little glimpse of him.

“Last chance,” he dangles them above the flames whilst I battle with myself about what to do. “Alright then. Have it your way.”

“WAIT!” I yell before he lets go. “What do you want me to do?”

“Oh, so many things,” Arthur grins, storing them on the mantelpiece. “Let's get started.”