Last year she ruined the wedding of two superheroes, Golden Boy and Nymphalidae, by seducing him at the wedding. She'd just stolen a navy battleship. He couldn't get his head round what she was doing here.
"Let's get a few things straight," She said, beginning to speak again, in a tone he recognised from speaking to his children. " I control your body, specifically everything except your autonomic nervous system, so whilst I can't stop you breathing by my command, I can make you go upstairs and kill your own children. Nod if you understand."
She was casually walking around the room, just keeping half an eye on John.
John could feel his heart pounding from a mix of fear, anger and adrenaline but he was able to nod.
"Good. Listen, this is important. I don't command your thoughts. Nod if you understand."
He nodded.
"If I let you speak, you mustn't shout or be belligerent. It will just annoy me. Tell me if you understand?"
"Yes. I understand." John replied, through gritted teeth. "If you hurt my children..." He growled, trying to keep his emotions in check.
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Gethsemane smiled enigmatically and walked over to the bar in the corner and poured herself some whiskey. She took a sip before she spoke again.
"Your children will sleep safe and soundly through the night."
"What do you want?" John asked. How could he believe her? What choice did he have?
Gethsemane paused and walked over to the man and stroked his face. John flinched, uneasy at this oddly tender gesture from a strange woman. "I want you."
John had heard the words, her intent was clear but he couldn't understand them. He swallowed at the ramifications and narrowed his eyes as he seethed.
"You're going to force me to...to?" He snarled. The idea disgusted him; she was going to take advantage of her complete control, without his consent...
"Oh no..." She chuckled. Where was the fun in that? She wanted to get him to want to cheat on his wife, to corrupt him until he wanted to betray his wedding vows. " I should let you know my power over you has a time limit; if you can resist by midnight you will be free. But the time I'm done with you, you'll be completely willing."
"I'm a happily married man..." He protested. The idea of cheating on his wife was repugnant to him. " I will never..." He would never give this bitch the satisfaction.
Gethsemane leant over and placed a finger on his mouth to silence him.
"I know all about guys like you John." She spoke with a confidential air. " Brought up to be a good boy, to treat girls with respect, to buy into that shit about love. You only dated good girls until you found the one you wanted to settle down with, raise a family." Her tone was full of contempt. "Good guys like you, taught to be ashamed of sex, I bet you've only ever done it with a girl you've loved, haven't you?"
John glared at her. He was a good guy. There was nothing wrong with trying to live up to good Christian values. He was proud of resisting sin and temptation to live a good life.
"You've bought into all that bullshit but deep down all guys want to be with a slut."
John had had enough of her diatribe. Who was she to come into his home and express her twisted views?
"You're wrong. Not all guys are like that. I'm not." He told her.
Gethsemane laughed, amused at his words. "You've got a cock. It knows what it wants. As much as you try and deny it, to hide your dirty, impure thoughts you've wondered what it would be like to fuck a nasty little slut, haven't you?"
