" Love's the death of peace of mind. " - The Death of Peace of Mind; Bad Omens
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She'd stay with him for the night, not that she necessarily wanted to, but he had insisted on her at least remaining in the same room as him so he could keep an eye on her.
"You aren't afraid I'll maul you like I did your doppelgänger?" Ren asks and Stephen huffs.
"No. After what I saw you do with Stark, I think I'm safe," he says and Ren sighs as he gets into bed. He looks at her, waiting for her to join him as she hesitantly stands there.
"No," she says softly, no fear, no sadness, just a simple 'no' as she turns around and sits down in the corner of the room. Stephen looks at her in confusion and she looks back over at him and shakes her head.
"What is it?"
"Too...soft. Couldn't even sleep on the bed in the other room. It was driving me fuckin' mad," she explains and Stephen simply nods, not wanting to argue. He just wants her to be comfortable and if comfortable to her means sleeping on the floor, then so be it.
"Alright, you can sleep wherever you want, just please, stay in the room. I mean it Ren, I don't want to have to reattach your head back onto your body again."
Ren lets out a sarcastic laugh in response. "You don't have to beg me, master. You own me," she mutters before turning over and facing the wall as she curls up into a ball on the cold, hard ground.
"You're okay, you're safe here, with me."
The soothing voice of Stephen Strange whispers gently into the succubus' ear as he holds her wrapped in his arms in the bed of the master bedroom in the Sanctum Sanctorum. "He's gone now. He can't hurt you anymore. I won't hurt you," he says and Ren rolls over to bury her head in his chest, a soft, content smile on her face as she feels comforted in his warm embrace. The moment of bliss is only brief however, when her surroundings begin to grow warmer and warmer; the body of the sorcerer begins to feel as if it's scorching her skin. It burns, but he continues to gently stroke her hair and hold her body in a comforting embrace, so she tries to ignore the near-unbearable heat that begins to suffocate her.
"I love you," he whispers into her ear, and the succubus smiles as she sighs into his embrace.
"I love you too," Ren responds quietly and the heat in the room intensifies as the body at her side begins to singe her flesh.
"Good," he growls into her ear and the scene around her flickers. She's locked onto a hard wooden table, spread eagle as the man she loves straddles her body with a wicked smile on his face. "I love you," he says sweetly once more as he brings his hands against her skin, his fingertips burning hot; glowing red like heated iron. He trails a blazing finger down her body, branding her to mimic the symbol he wears across his chest. "I love you," he repeats, and Ren begins to scream in pain and anger as her skin melts beneath his touch. Amon meticulously continues to slowly brand her, making sure to prolong the searing pain that trails along her bubbling skin. The succubus tries to bite back her screams but fails as he says those three words to her again. "I love you," he continues and Ren lets out a heavy, angered scream as tears fall down her face. "I love you," he says once more as he pulls his burning finger away from her and Ren looks up into his gray eyes with a fresh look of anger burning in her irises.
