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Finally! Today was a good day. why? Well, Kalen had been interviewing all the students from the new school...assessing their mental health, forwarding them to campus resources or counseling if need be...all that mumbo jumbo. That, however, was dull and monotonous; clearly, that wasn't why today was so different. what made this particular day so exciting was because he had non other than Aella Decalder planned for a general assessment. To most people she was just a stubborn bi*** with a pretty face...but Kalen was dancing to grasp a fleeting memory when he read her file. And then it hit him! She was a perfect dummy for his goals at this school!...and if things worked out she would be his little toy to play with if he ever got too bored of this dull job.

So there he was, organizing papers. He had requested that his office be sound proof...which fortunately for him was already a feature of the office. Patient confidentiality was important even for magic people. Not only that, but he was in direct control of what was recorded in the room...in the event of anything detrimental to other students he was tasked with reporting the tapes to the authorities if deemed necessary. Today would not be that day. Students were instructed to knock first on his office door, where he would unlock the door and let them in.

tap...Was that? Kalen's senses were pretty damn good, but when it came to knocks that was some piss poor performance. Still, it meant that things were finally going to get interesting. With a smile, Kalen knelt down, opened a briefcase beneath the table...and procured a sealed beaker of black liquid before setting it on the desk. After that, it was time to open the door. Clink, the door opened inward, revealing the interior of the office to the young girl. If she had arrived yesterday, she would have seen the pile of papers on his desk...but this time the room was immaculate and orderly...with only the beaker and a manilla folder on the desk. "Ah, you must be Aella, please come on in," Kalen's voice was calm and energetic at the moment, playing into his jocular façade that he had cast over the entire school. He gestured toward a chair facing the desk, pulled out enough for Aella to sit down.

"Just have a seat right there and we can get started. I promise it will be quick and painless," that was a lie of course, "If you're like everyone else, you probably want to get out of here as quick as possible, so I'll try to meet you halfway." As Aella would walk in, Kalen was dexterously lock the door behind him, so that there wasn't even the slightest sound to it. In fact, even the gesture was hidden and swift, so that he could wander around the desk and sit himself down. "How's the day treating you so f-...hold on," he paused for a moment, combing his hands through his normally curly mop like hair...and it changed...parting on the right side. His shimmering gold irises blinked to life as he almost became a different person...at least by visage. "Sorry, where was I. Ah, How is the day treating you so far? Liking the school?"

A confident almost charming smile graced the man's lips as his golden irises glimmered. That change in posture, habitual... or even instinctual, was quite amusing. The social undertones of her actions poked at his curiosity, but alas that was not why she was here. "Oh regarding what?" Kalen tilted his head to the side and looked at Aella curiously. It was probably because the uniform was so small on her. Or that was the way it seemed to fit her. Shame, Kalen liked the look on her. Still playing into his role, his smooth yet husky voice furthered into the issue at hand "Well, although it's uncommon, It is possible to get certain alterations or even customizations. I can give you the number or location of those resources if you would like...Most of the time you would also need to go up the food chain here and inform them that you had permission to do so, but I can go to the principle and easily get that for you if you haven't already."

His eyes locked into hers, almost as if they were looking deeper into her. She was very attractive, and a teacher with weak morals might have tried to catch a fleeting glimpse of the rest of her body...but he was focused on a bigger prize. "Have you had any issues here so far? caterings, acclimating," he leaned in slightly, knitting his fingers together and placing his hands on his desk to support him, "You can tell me anything, complete confidentiality...I understand that the circumstances that brought you here may be a bit traumatic, so I'm here to support whatever you may need-whatever that may be."

Kalen's bright golden irises, like ever moving rivers of riches, refused to pull away from Aella. He showed nothing but concern and interest in the comfort and health of the young girl-or at least that was how he appeared. Truth was that Kalen couldn't care less about whether or not she liked the uniform or not. What he did find amusing, however, was her defensive reaction to his questions. Like Fu**, THAT made her guarded? she must have some real issues behind those stormy eyes. And the WAY she did it...most men would have been drawn to the skin of her thighs...Kalen, however, still had a role to play. There was no room to faulter and lose credibility. "Bad dreams?" The false teacher clarified before thinking. Actually, yes, they did. "Yeah I believe there are neurological elixirs that stimulate certain effects that either give someone a dreamless sleep...or even ones that furnish dreams with a scenario fitting a uhh...a 'feeling' that they were enchanted with. Does any of that interest you?"

If not, then Kalen would simply nod and assure her that she could always come back for them. If she wanted anything of the sort though, then he would pull out a paper and begin filling out a medication sheet. The school gave him very little restrictions on medications for these students because A) they trusted him and B) they really wanted to appeal to the new traumatized students. "Annnnd, bam, I can go fetch that for you in a second. Now I just have one more thing to do: a diagnostic on your magical circuits...just a fancy term for your ability to chanel magic...sometimes these 'channels' get traumatized under certain stress. if that's they case there are things...uhh, like magical therapy to get things in order again. here...just hold my hand for a second, super quick process." he reached out to her hands, his hands facing up towards the ceiling as he placed them on the table.

Kalen made a mental note for the prescription she wanted, and scribbled something on a sticky note that he had to procure from one of the drawers from behind his desk. He simply set the note face down and reached out.By then, brilliant orbs of gold caught the trembling of the young girl, ”No need to worry, I promise,” Kalen lied to her. Once her hands were placed in his, the man steadily wrapped his hands around hers. He had thought about seizing the initiative at that moment…but he decided to abstain from the temptation a little bit longer. Rough callus hands held a delicate firmness around her own as a comforting warmth bled through them. Yes, the instructor was actually performing a mild assessment. Seeing as he wasn’t an expert on sensory magic, he could only do a rough diagnostic…which would only really catch massive traumatic alterations that are commonly seen in severely unstable patients. Aella was far from that. Soon enough the warmth faded, and Kalen slowly pulled his hands away, marking the end of the short procedure. ”Things seem ok, just sit tight for a second though,”

Kalen took the beaker of dark liquid and walked around the table. He didn’t seem to have any attention on her, almost focused on a shelf that he could put the substance on. If the dark demi-god noticed that the girl was drawn to the odd substance, however, he would rotate it…attempting to keep her attention. If not…then he would simply, with a flick of the wrist.. ”Just gotta…boop,” tap her right on the forehead. If curiosity had taken her attention, it would be a bit startling when his finger tapped her brow…but perhaps what followed would be more bizarre. Aella didn’t know about her magic really…but could she feel the absence of it? Kalen wondered just that. The mark of the mute was placed right in the center of her forehead, silencing all her magic. Without justifying the odd action, Kalen continued so that he was between her and the door. ”Can you get that sticky note and read it out to me, gotta get…the right medication,”

He was by some shelves…so it might have made sense…but if she followed his instructions she would find her name on the page, her fake name she used back in the day, the words: Cash has a bounty of XXXX for you alive. If she did that, she would look up to Kalen holding a phone with a number on it. ”You got two choices: Sit and listen quietly, orrrrrr I will call the guy up and make a lot of money. He is REALLY desperate to get ya, i mean you did off some of his men. What will it be?...3….2….” he didn’t like waiting…so he made things very clear.

Ahhhh yes, there it was: The beautiful shift of betrayal. Sure, it would have been so much better if he had established some more rapport with the young girl, but time was of the essence with these things. Thus, he would have to settle…for now. He considered this rushed altercation to be an investment in darker torments. What he didn’t expect, however, was her evasive reaction to make it to the door…while he was still there. A sadistic grin creeped on his face as his eyes began to glow. His gaze had a predatory quality to them as she made a rush for the exit he blocked. Oh how he loved this kind of thing.

With inhuman speed, Kalen pivoted around Aella and…using the arm with the phone in it, wrapped his swollen biceps around the young girl’s throat. Immediately Aella would feel a shocking pain hit her entire body. Of course, he would make it dull enough for her to respond in desperation…seeing as he pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear despite choking the student’s throat while sending waves of agony through every fiber of her body. To make things even better, Kalen spiraled his legs down, pulled Aella back in a circular motion while simultaneously bringing her to the floor as he sat crisscrossed on the floor. This would force her on her @**...with little mobility to do much to him. and she would find herself in his lap too. fun fact.

”Times ticking Aella, Either do as I say…orrrr,” Ring ring…ring ring…”Hello? Who is this?”. Kalen smiled. ”Ah Cash, this is Khalil. Hey you know that girl who offed your goons and has been evading you for god knows how long…Aellaaaa… what was your last name again?” he asked the student.

Khalil couldn't help but smile. His relationship with Cash was a little rocky lately, but it was going to get a whole lot worse if he had things his way. "Well you see, that actually depends on Aella," Khalil looked down at her "Are you going to behave and do as I say, It's either me...or him." Suddenly there was a stark shift in her biology. Heat began to radiate all around her body, and a inhuman euphoria began to ripple all over her flesh; it muted the pain entirely. That didn't mean Kalen was going to release her, however. He simply looked down at her and awaited an answer.

Khalil relished in the manipulative powers he had at his disposal, being able to torture in more ways than one. It was all a game really, break the mind by fear or addiction. Both were wonderful vectors to chaos and disorder, so it never really mattered which one was effective for those he preyed upon...her reaction...however...was indeed something that stoked a bit of his desire. his bicep flexed a bit, cutting off her air supply momentarily as his lips became even closer to her ear. "good girl," he told her in a deep whisper that radiated with dominance. his hips raised slightly against her. Still, he had someone else to f**k with as well. "Actually, I think I do...and I'm not sure if you heard, but she made her choice...you can still try and find her...In fact, I dare you to...Cash...
and with that Kalen hung up the one time burner phone.

And yet, things didn't cease. With an aggressive flick, Kalen tossed the phone across the room...with enough force to break it against the wall. then, with his free hand, he seized Aella's head and pushed it down, still running his magic through her without mercy. His fist caught a handful of her obsidian locks as he lifted the beaker...and began pouring it down her back. It was likely she wouldn't notice...however. "Trust me, you won't regret your decision...eventually..." came a dark growl.