The first thing Rajnos felt was a tinge of fear when Evil held him in the freeze. He had seriously underestimated her power; she was more powerful than even he and it scared him to his bones. Yet once he saw her tears, he knew she didn't realize it, but then all thought was gone and he could see nothing but the scenes from a sick movie she was playing out in his minds eye. He saw Agba's guards hit Jarron over the head, knocking him out in one fell swoop. He saw Agassiz make for Jarron but stop and surrender when they held the sabre to his throat. He watched as Evil fluidly removed two guards heads and sabres and full on attack Agba and swallowed hard as he injured her again and again until finally she fell and was taken away.
Rajnos shook his head trying to pull away from her mind bridge because he was terrified of where this story would end up, but Evil held on tighter and began to shake as the sobs wracked her body.
Agba now had her tied to his bed, the broken arm bent at an alarming angle to reach the post; the rope sawing through the exposed bone and muscle in her ankle, blood everywhere, yet she laid calm, stoic and challenging.
Once he entered many hours later, he willed the lights off. Agba knew this was going to be one of the longest and most difficult fights of his life. He would need her senses overwhelmed and weakened. This would be a game of the minds, not bodies and he needed to succeed.
She immediately willed them back on, a half crooked smile on her face; her eyes still rimmed white. He realized then she was even more powerful than her Warlord, but thanks to the mind block did not have its full potential at her disposal. Agba started toward her but she put him in a force chokehold and threw him against a wall. The guard that was left in the room pulled the rope on her ankle and she hissed in pain and repeated the action on him, except once he landed she didn't let go of the chokehold and crushed his windpipe. She left him gagging and suffocating on the floor and her attention was occupied for just half a second long enough for Agba to jump her, straddling her body and with his right hand put her in an actual chokehold and with the left, dug into the injured eye. Evil tried to scream, but it came out as a gurgled choke, but she rolled her head hard to the left and forward at the same time and hit Agba in the face with one of her horns, scratching the bridge of his nose. He let her go as blood gushed down his face, but slapped her hard across hers and without her skin coloring, the bruise would have been noticeable for weeks on end.
She swallowed hard at the explosion of pain across her face, stars blurring her already suffering eyesight but kept the calm façade and turned back to face him smugly, spitting the blood from her split lip on his face. Agba delved into her mind at that point, pulling the images of her father burning and dying in the raids. She fought back hard, sending visions of his own death.
The two of them sat locked in the mind battle for hours, just staring at each other as she slowly bled to death and his burning thighs screamed for movement from his position over her hips. Her body finally betrayed her and she passed out from blood loss and injury. Agba was slightly disappointed; he didn't want to defile her in this form, so he placed his hand on her chest and closed his eyes breathing deeply. He was a rarity, only a very few had this power and he gave some of himself to her, to save her and bring her back from the brink of death. She woke again, but this time in an almost dream like state, her mind conscious enough to understand what was happening but too weak to fight back and that's when Agba finally rose up off of her, but only to undo his slacks. He crouched down on top of her again and pushed what was left of the white silk up past her hips and then scraped some of her blood off of her thigh to use on himself. He didn't want to be in any pain when the plan that would bring down the Warlord was set into motion. Agba grabbed her hips so hard, his hands left hidden bruises and in one hard thrust, broke her maidenhood and spirit. He climaxed over and over, holding her face and jaw in one hand so that she had to watch his face as he did so.