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Benny's gas station was known for cheaper prices, and thus lead to it's moderate popularity among gas guzzling drivers. It wasn't a chain though, but rather a small family owned pitstop run by an older man-whose name was obviously Benny if ya haven't guessed. Days were simple for benny, enjoying the day to day life with his customers...whom he made sure to catch up with when he had the chance. Today was no different as it turned out. Benny sighed, sitting behind the counter as he looked out the window. The day was nice, people were happy, and he wa- HOLY ****** ******!!!!!

The old man's eyes nearly popped out of his head when a black motor cycle sped in and braked suddenly before possibly running into the gas tanks. The momentum forced the bike onto its front wheel...where it began to pivot to a 180 flip. The back wheel-now the front- then landed...and the driver pulled the wheel to spin the bike into another 180...planting itself right beside the gas pump. The people around the location where just as shocked as he was...but then began to smile. Some even clapped. Meanwhile, the driver scrambled to pull his helmet off, and when he did, orange hair matted with a sheen of sweat poofed out from it. The man quickly patted himself down. "Holy **** I'm alive," he said to himself.

He had just purchased this bike from a guy...practically giving him nearly half of the jewelry he had packed in his supped up back pack. he had probably given the man nearly 80,000 dollars of fine crafted jewelry for a...at best 20,000 dollar bike in new condition. Still, it didn't look bad. It had a sporty look...though the tires might need to be changed soon.

Ash took several moments...several confused moments to catch his breath, slow what seemed to be a lethal heartrate, and try to understand why in the flying *** did some people smile at him, while others quickly turned their concern to disinterest. He nearly died!? The real world was more and more bizarre with every passing day he was out in it! "That was pretty sick man," some older passerby complimented him. He looked like a dad trying to be cool...but that AND the compliment flew over Ash's head. "Wha- sick?," Ash new some English slang, but he had not picked up on all of it. His linguistics training was refined in nature, and was not influenced by generational lingo. "No no, I'm actually doing quite well...Hey listen how do I...fill this up...who takes my uhh...money? does the this machine do it?"

The older man was slightly confused, but then assumed he was a tourist, "New to these parts eh? well if you go inside there, Benny should take care of you." Ash looked over in the direction the man gestured and then shot the man a look of appreciation, "Well you're not wrong, thanks again," Ash nodded and slung a leg off his bike. He learned that it needed the kickstand at least...since he had almost dropped it the moment he got it...That's when he also realized that bikes were also kinda heavy.

The boy took the keys out and adjusted his backpack, carrying his helmet with him...cus...well...he stopped...seeing that there was another bike that had a helmet on it...Ash took a couple steps back to leave his helmet on his bike too before he continued to walk back towards the entrance of Benny's gas station. He hadn't seen Aella roll up...nor walk in...he was still trying to determine whether he was alive or in a real estate meeting with Jesus. She was, however, one of the first things his eyes caught when he walked in though. the bell chimed...as it did for any leaving and incoming customer...and the first thing Ash noticed was the tight fabric hugging the curve of this women's-.... Ash snapped his eyes back in front of him. Nope, the last time he did that, the woman began wailing on him with her purse. Why did he even want to!? he didn't understand! Maybe he was still on edge after escaping with his life.

Blue oceanic eyes wandered around the store, looking at just about anything that wasn't this woman's figure while he waited in line...yes, that is what this social construct between him and this 'Benny'. He wore a black sweater turtle neck under a leather jacket. he also had some really nice jeans and some limited addition boots from some designer place his mom had gotten them from.

~Don't look, don't look don't look don't loo- yes look all the gum this place has...or things behind the counter...~ Ash was still doing his very best not to ogle the girl in front of him. But then again, he really wanted to. It wasn't like he knew what he was doing really. His mother had sheltered him completely from anything sexual...and since then he hadn't met anyone that was actually attractive. That being said, these fascination were completely alien to him and he wanted nothing more than to both investigate them and understand them. It was that other 'attractive' people would rather him not, or so it would seem.

Because of this, he had completely missed the subtle smile Aella gave him, which gave him some time to learn from her exchange with 'Benny'. 20 on pump on pump two, got it. His thought would escape him so quickly when Aella turned around. Ash's eyes went wide with a mixture of fascination and...something he hadn't felt before. Even with other cute girls he had only a tickle of curiosity...but this was...so different. His eyes seemed to get lost in...well...******ing everything. Her eyes were so dynamic and stunning....her clothes seemed to compliment her body type...and her body type was....Ash gulped as he couldn't manage to tear his eyes away from the way her skin peeked through her lace top...and the little window to her cleavage. His gaze even followed her on the way out. budum budum budum budum.
"Ya gonna just stand there or are you going to buy some gas kid," Benny grumbled.

"uh," Ash snapped to reality. Even the faint hints of vanilla she left behind were hypnotic...he had to learn what this was! "in a second, I'll be back I promise!" he waved at Benny before following after Aella, whom he called out to, "Excuse me, i don't mean to bother you," he jogged up to her. he really didn't, les he get beaten with something she could reach for. "But hear me out. Did you like, put a spell on me? charm me? Cus my heart rate ****ing jumps when I uhh...look at you....respectfully i mean and uhh my mouth gets a little dry; and now im getting anxious...I-...is that normal?" confiding in something vulnerable like this would likely make her feel strange...just like the last person, so he followed it up with something else, "you see I'm new here...a tourist from...not here. So it's new to me you see." That's what people thought he was at least: some uncultured kid from somewhere else...somewhere...really conservative...but then again Ash didn't know how related to that word he actually was.

”Rephrase my words?” what did that even mean? He was entirely transparent with her! He couldn’t make it more clear?! His face looked beyond puzzled, trying to put together this mysterious math she had generated to quantify his question. ”I’m not shy. I’m just..confused.” also she called him cute…like…that’s what you call like…animals. ”I’m being 100% serious here, I had a very…uhh…sheltered life before this so things are new…including whatever,” he gestured between him and her, ”is happening here…like uhh… Ok ok, how do I…increase my ‘points’ here, cus i’m trying to figure this out myself.” He didn’t know what actually measured his response…or honesty…or whatever was even measured. This conversation had just gotten even more complicated than it already had been before! Questions just created more questions!

Ash sighed and looked around to see if anyone else was watching. The only one he saw was Benny, who kinda…gave him an upset looking look…why was he upset!? What was he doing wrong?! Was he in the wrong?! ”Am I like, not supposed to talk about this or something? I think Benny is…scowling at me?” his voice suddenly became lower, trying to hide the conversation from others it would seem.

Ash shot Aella another look of confusion. He wasn’t Amish, they got out WAY more than he did. They lived a rural life based on Christian beliefs as far as he knew. Ash suddenly started to feel like he was being mocked. ”Not the first, but I don’t get why I feel like this with one and not the other,” His tone was a little annoyed seeing as his ignorance of the situation became a point of amusement for her. ”I’m starting to feel like y-,” Suddenly she decreased the comfortable space between them. His head pulled back into his neck, his eyes a little wide as he tried to create a bit more space between them to correct what she had removed. He didn’t want to step away though, he wanted answers! "Tell me then, Mr. Innocent. What are you feeling now?"

He could hear the sound of his heart in his ears and his breath hitching in that moment before finally being released from its brief captivity. What in the actual hell was going on? ”uhhh,” his mind was going 1000 miles an hour in directions that he couldn’t comprehend. A part of him wanted to be closer…for what reason…he didn’t know. What would he even do if he was closer!? Another part of him wanted to look over her body again…hoping to understand what ‘zones’ of influence had more of an effect on others…All of it was so chaotic! He gulped. ”I uhh…same…thing? High heart rate, difficulty breathing…paradoxical feeling of wanting to be..closer? Which is weird because now there um…isn't much…space…you sure this isn’t a spell because now it seems like you’re doing it intentionally.”

HE KNEW IT! So women had this sort of…power over him, compelling him into this status of high biological functionality and emotion-and this girl was no different! But there was a problem: She was too powerful. Not only that, but why? Why hold a complete stranger in this kind of witchcraft? Before Ash could inquire further, Aella suddenly closed the little space left. It was so alarming that Ash took a singular step back, but it wasn’t enough to escape her. The soft plush of her chest pressed onto his body, meeting firm resistance from his athletic physique. The thought of it made his temperature boil. ”Wha-What are you doing??”...or at least he would have said that if she hadn’t kissed him. Those words got lost in that fleeting moment where their lips mingled. As a result there was only a muffled sound caught in his throat. Ash had frozen…completely still. It must have been like kissing a board..or a statue. And when she pulled away, the boy was several shades of darker red.

It was as if Ash went through a full reboot, his mind trying to pick up where it had left off right before the kiss. The faint fruity scent of her lips mingled with the vanilla, further intoxicating him into complete petrification. ”...And now you’re mine” His eyes went wide. ”y-yours??” No…no no no, he had just gotten a taste of freedom! ”w-w-wait, hold on a second,” and she was just leaving!? What did this mean?! What was going to happen to him!? It was a weird paradox…the…whatever happened…felt…really good for some reason, but it wasn’t worth the cost of servitude or slavery! ”Don’t leave! Listen to tell you the truth I literally escaped being trapped by my family just a little over a week ago so I can’t afford being…whatever I am to you….not that it didn’t feel…good…for some reason, but I-,” now there was a mix of arousal and panic in him…except he could really only identify the panic. Not only that, but now he was revealing more than he had intended. His freedom was on the line now! ”Listen I don't have much but we can negotiate right? What do you want, I’ll trade whatever I have.”

God **** it! Even empathy failed to help his case! This woman didn’t care one bit about his story, passing it over to acknowledge something that would benefit her in some way. And he apparently didn’t have anything of interest! This witch was heartless….and he had fallen right into her trap. Ash brows pinched, irritated that he himself couldn't get himself out of this mess. What did this mean for him? It was then that she gave him a number…a phone number…he had a phone. Quickly he scrambled for the phone in his pocket and began punching in the numbers; thank god he asked the person how to use it before he left with the device. He quickly sent a message ‘hey, this is Ash, the guy you cast a spell on. Message me when you think of anything please.’ his eyes looked up…right when she was wiggling onto her bike.

His eyes caught the motion..stayed there for a moment…and then he snapped himself out of it. ”Fine, I’ll wait…” what else could he say, he was in a compromising position. He couldn’t ask her to respond as soon as possible…or request anything really. He was the slave-again.