For the Prisoner

7. Sacrifice

Smut warning. Also dubcon in a way, you know the terms. Skip until the end to avoid smut and get the name of the witch

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Seonghwa's stomach was in a twist when he followed the witch into his lair. The raven wasn't present in the room today, but the cat remained. As soon as they passed through, it jumped up onto the table and curled up. As soon as it closed its eyes, it blended into the darkness, but its presence did nothing to soothe the hysterical priest.

"Sit down. Do you want tea?" The witch beckoned at his bed and, while appalled by the place of rest for the vile creature, Seonghwa obeyed. His legs were soft as berries; he wouldn't be able to uphold any more resolve.

"Will it poison me?" He asked back. His terror tinted his angsty voice, making the witch chuckle.

"What use would you have to me if I killed you now? No, it is warm and it will help you relax."

After a moment that the witch used to stir a handful of leaves into the steaming water heated by his bare palms, Seonghwa nodded.

"Then yes."

The witch was an idol of peace. As if they weren't about to do unspeakable things, he mixed his tea at his table full of macabre hobbies. His cups were made of natural crystal and when he handed Seonghwa one, the priest almost dropped it. A jittery leg bounced under his body.

While Seonghwa's spiralling thoughts were appeased by the magical brew that tasted of chamomile, his fretting never stopped. He looked at the witch and dodged those black eyes at the same time.

"What will happen now?"

The witch leaned against his table, long legs crossed in nonchalance as he sipped his tea. He lathered himself in the sickening pleasure he received from torturing Seonghwa. In all his cruelties, at least Hongjoong had never truly laid a hand on the priest. His occasional shoves or the nightmare he had planted in his mind were nothing compared to this.

He gagged when he remembered the gargoyle's words about how sweet sin tasted on an innocent person. This witch smelled it as the demon did. Or, not a demon. Seonghwa hadn't had time yet to digest that thought.

"Our pact is fixed. My help in return for your body. I have no gain in deceiving you. This night is all I need. You will give yourself up to me."

Seonghwa shuddered at that dark promise, pretending to be resilient.

"I won't take it by force, for that will satisfy neither you nor me. You will do it."

"M-Me?" Seonghwa's voice escaped him like the squeak of a mouse. His heart plummeted impossibly further and once more he doubted he could do this. If this was the case, he had to be conscious and participate in the act. Anything but that.

"I don't know how these things work, though!" Seonghwa clutched his cup like a lifeline and the irregular edges of the purple crystal dug into his hands. When the witch discarded his cup to join him at the bed, the body's priest locked up like a wooden board.

"But of course, you don't, pretty priest. You will have to find out," the witch smirked wickedly. His coo was mocking, and Seonghwa wanted to run. Far from this place, back to Cardend and where the witch would never find him. He wanted to curl up in his chapel and listen to his father's voice drone on during service as if the world was still fine and he wasn't forced to do this.

When the witch took the cup from him so Seonghwa wouldn't hurt himself, a single brush of his skin against Seonghwa's made the priest flinch. He trembled like a leaf in the wind, terrified of what would happen.

"Try to enjoy this for what it is. Who knows, you might even like it. It's a rare chance for you to seize since you can blame it all on me." The witch nodded down his body. "Undress me. Get started."