The metal door creaked open as Dr Evan grabbed Raina by the shoulder, dragging her out, "Let's take a look if you're perfect on the inside or just another slut with a pretty face,"
He threw her into his small office-like space, grabbed a loaded syringe, and gave her a small injection by her arm,
"It's a power-restrictor." He said, pulling it out and wiping the slight blood from the injection with his finger, "Take off your clothes and lay down," He pointed towards a bed by the side.
"T-Take off m-my clothes?" Raina flinched, slowly covering herself as she tried to step back.
"Don't make this any more difficult than it already is," Dr. Evan said in a monotone voice, walking over and slicing the front of her shirt open with a small scalpel that was lying on his desk.
"C Cup. Not bad." He noted, writing down on his piece of paper, "Great elasticity and shape," He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them.
"No blemishes on the body, skin in great condition." He slowly spun around her, "Take off your shorts,"
He pointed at the black shorts Raina wore with his pen before quickly scribbling away,
Raina hesitated as she covered her breasts in her hand, pulling together the shirt that was cut straight in the middle,
"N-No! L-Let me go!" She exclaimed, backing away,
The pen suddenly stopped as Dr Evan let out an audible sigh, looking back up as he put the pen and paper down,
"You..." He walked up to her, grabbing her hands and thrusting them above her head "What did you say your name was?"
"A-Alice! Alice Liddell!" She replied, trying to kick him as she struggled.
"Good. Now, Alice. Know who's in charge. From now on, you don't have a name. You are an object. Object to be used for monetary gain. Objects don't have the privilege of having their own names. " He whispered, a soft click sounding out behind her as she looked up, a pair of handcuffs locking her arms in place,
"If you won't do it, just know that I will," He grabbed her shorts and instantly pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy and ass.
"Noo! Please!" Raina screamed as he spread her legs, opening up her pussy to get a good look inside, placing a finger inside as an elated expression rose up on his face,
"A virgin!" He let out a thundering laugh, jumping back to his notes and writing one clear letter on his page, 'A'.
"We've found ourselves the final show!" He shouted thrusting his fist in the air as he celebrated, "Oh, you. You are just a miracle!" He spun around in relief as his manic eyes stared at her,
"Let me go!" Raina screamed, the cluttering of the cuffs cut in on his celebrations.
"Now, the only thing you don't have is a Slave Seal," He snickered, his hand suddenly glowing a bright pinkish red as he placed it on her abdomen, "[Create Slave Seal],"
A red glow suddenly etched itself on Raina's stomach, a cluster of moving rune-shaped words rapidly distorting itself, not completely clear what it wanted to be,
"Seal Type. Sex Slave," Dr. Evan spoke as the glow slowly formed into the intricate shape of a simplified womb. The runes slowly formed within the tattoo, filling the womb outline with thousands of intricate illegible shapes.
"Simple," Dr. Evan smiled, lifting his hand to reveal the full seal, "Let's get you back outside,"
He tossed over a clean, simple white shirt and pants, which Raina wore, and followed him out of the room,
"I heard shouting, is everything okay?" Kile peeked over,
"Better than okay," Dr. Evan let out a wide smile, the stress of the entire month had disappeared in the blink of an eye, "We've got our last piece of the puzzle,"
He opened the door of the empty cage labeled 'A', pushing Raina in before locking it shut.
"That's perfect!" Kile's eyes glistened as he returned a smile, "Let's hope it is all a success!"
Raina lightly yawned as she sat in her new cage by herself. She slowly lifted her shirt as she stared at the seal put upon her, a small frown rising, "I can't get it off..." She murmured, the Seal remaining on her as she attempted to [Freeform] the mark off, but to no avail.
"[Clarity],"
But nothing happened,
"Is it because it's a seal...?" She murmured, rubbing it with frustration, "This is going to quite the pain,"
Suddenly having an idea, Raina closed her eyes as she dozed off, opening her eyes in her dream as she glanced at herself. Her normal body was back, but the seal was still there.
Clicking her tongue, Raina headed out, her consciousness flying back in the west direction. Towards her meeting spot with Solon.
"You're back?" He greeted her as his eyes suddenly twitched seeing her naked once again, "Clothes-" He suddenly squinted, "You've got yourself a seal,"
"Yep," Raina nodded, manifesting her simple shirt and shorts back on,
"What have you gotten yourself into this time?" He sighed, laying back down and closing his eyes
"Just some auction business," She laughed,
"And you're wondering if I know how to undo a slave seal?" Solon guessed,
"Do you?" Raina raised an eyebrow as she sat down beside him,
"Mhm," Solon nodded, the Succubus guidebook manifesting in his hand, "Succubus' have their own little seal business back in the demon realm."
"I didn't read up to that part," Raina admitted, "...Or I might have, but skimmed over..."
Solon waved his hand as the book flipped to a particular page, "Basically. The two common ways a seal is undone is when the caster releases the seal or the caster dies."
"So all I have to do is kill him?" Raina raised an eyebrow, "That sounds quite simple,"
"It is. If the caster's weak and dumb." He nodded, "He can easily order you to never attempt to kill him. But the way to break out of a seal also depends on its type. There are two. Restraining and manipulating. They're both self-explanatory. But restraining seals can also be broken with willpower if the person they attempt to seal is strong enough. Manipulating seals, like the one on you, can only force your body to move as they order. Your seal, for example, seems to be a Sex Slave Seal. Luckily it's the one this book focuses on the most. Its main ability is that it forces you to obey any orders that involve sexual acts, it'll also make you obey any normal orders, like telling you to walk, stop, and all that. It won't make you to outright kill yourself." Solon explained, creating a holographic visual explanation in the air in front of him, "Oh, and another important part. The caster can pass the secondary ownership of you to someone else. But the primary owner, which means the one whose order takes priority, will always be him."
"So... I'll basically be the bitch of as many people as he wants?"
"Only Primary and Secondary owners." Solon corrected, "No more than that,"
"So... He can just order me to prevent his death if he wants to?"
"No, not exactly. That order would coincide with a different type of slave seal. The most he can do is order you not to kill him, but nothing about preventing it."
Raina nodded as she contemplated, "Then...what about accidental deaths?"
"If it's accidental, then I don't see how it'll be related to the order given to you," Solon tilted, confusion written all over his face, "but if you mean, disguising it as accidental. I don't think it would work since that would require you to have the intention of killing, and the seal would prevent that."
"So if I do want him dead, I'll have to rely on someone else?" She glanced at Solon, "What do you think? You want to do it?"
"Your own personal hitman?" Solon chuckled as he sat up,
"You can call it that," She nodded,
Solon gave it a thought before smiling, "That's what the [7 Sins] are for. Our elite friendship group as you said. Out here helping our teammates,"
Raina let out a laugh, "You should make that our motto. Print it on a t-shirt."
"Nah. Too cheesy," Solon poked his tongue out as he stood up, "but anyway, I have to go now. Call me if you need anything,"
Raina glanced over as Solon's body slowly faded before completely disappearing from his spot. Closing her eyes after taking in the view one more time, she began regaining her consciousness back on her body,
"They've all been processed," She heard voices speak as she opened her eyes, "Yeah, there's a total of 50 products."
"32 D Ranks, 10 Cs, 7 Bs, and an A. Yes, yes. We've found an A rank. The auction starts tomorrow, bring all the cash you have, it'll be worth it. I swear," Dr Evan's voice echoed out a few distance before her.
He was sitting on a cardboard box, chatting on the phone with someone,
"No, no. The sponsor wants us to keep going. We've got no idea where Richard Wilson is. Our spies lost track of him a few hours ago, but we hope to finish before he arrives... Yes, I know it's dangerous. But we can't argue with the sponsor! I don't know who he is, but he basically gave us the venue and an advance of $40,000. We can have a feast with food bought from The Market. If Darcy was here, he'd agree with me... Oh, come on, Bruce. I know he's dead. That's not what I mean! Huh. Whatever man I'm not gonna fight with you. I'll call you later,"
The phone beeped shut as Dr Evan slowly stood up, shoving the phone into his pocket as he let out a huff and headed back into his office-like room.