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Warning: This fic contains vore, slash, emotional distress, physical injury, mentions of rape, lots and lots of crying, and is generally for a mature audience. Read at your own discretion.

Welcome to chapter 2, everyone! We're starting to move into slight emotional territory now, but we've still got some gross.

Oh, btw, please don't send me requests for NSFW writing or vore. It's creepy. I am not a NSFW writer and this is a personal exception because the main focus of the story isn't pointless smut.

If you don't like vore, you can skip to chapter 3.

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2

It had been annoyingly easy to find the man in green. It had been even easier to pluck him from his home. It seemed it was true that Mario left his younger brother home alone most of the time while he went off and adventured. It didn't take much more than a little magic to put him to sleep and bring him to Dimension D.

It was a little infuriating, really. But it did give him time to relax and think out the rest of his revenge carefully. There were so many people on his hit list; his cohorts from the castle as well as the heroes of light. The amount of time he wanted to spend on each of them varied, but the count and Mario had the longest "appointments".

He stopped pacing around his study and sat in a chair, looking over at the corner where Luigi was still passed out on the floor. He'd chosen Luigi to go first, simply because he considered him the least deserving of his attention and wanted to work his way up from the small fry to the bigger fish, or at least those were the reasons he had come up with. He hadn't really thought about what to do to him, though.

Dimentio turned the chair around and sat in it backwards, crossing his arms on the back of it and resting his chin on them as he stared into space. He ruminated on his favorite methods of torturing and killing, but they all seemed rather used up today. He'd just come back from the dead, he should be able to be more creative than that.

There was one idea that he almost discarded. It was something he'd considered experimenting with, but could never do because it didn't fit with the conditions of most of his mercenary contracts and he rarely killed anyone just for fun. He realized that there was nothing stopping him from trying it out today. It was genius, really. There couldn't be a more intimate way to have control over someone. It was fortunate he'd skipped breakfast this morning in favor of kidnapping Luigi.

Grinning, he stood and strode over to the unconscious man, looking him over critically. Yes, this would work. Luigi was already an easy person to terrify, and that would make it even more fun. Idea set, he busied himself undressing the plumber, folding his green shirt and blue overalls into a neat pile, and removing his hat, gloves, shoes, and socks. He hesitated when it came to the boxers, but decided what the heck. He had seen plenty of naked people, after all.

Luigi was nothing special to look at. He had a lightly toned physique that he obviously didn't have to work to keep. He had a few scars here and there on his slightly-tanned skin, but not as many as Dimentio suspected Mario had. He felt a brief stirring of memory, of an all-too-short time when Luigi had been someone else entirely. He shook those thoughts away. Mr. L was gone. It was his fault he was.

With a huff, Dimentio straightened, leaving the clothes where they were as he touched his thumb to his middle finger. With a snap, he focused his thoughts and bent the magic in the air around him to his bidding. Luigi started to shrink, growing smaller and smaller until he was just under eight inches tall.

With a satisfied smirk, he removed his own gloves and put them in his pocket, then bent down and scooped Luigi up, cupping the man's fragile body with both his bare hands. Dimentio's heart fluttered a little, feeling a wave of satisfaction come over him. He never grew used to the feeling of having complete control over another being's life. Luigi was especially vulnerable, his new size all but destroying his chances of defending himself or getting out of the situation.