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The Alchemist should have known better. She should have known not to get too close to Gabe, not when she was in the open and Soldier 76 could be lurking anywhere. Don't get her wrong, she loved her war veteran with all her heart and soul... But sometimes, his possessive nature scared her. That meant that she was usually a good girl, and did as she was supposed to.
Laughter bounced around the small room she was holed up in, and caused small trembles to run up Willow's arms. She had only seen this side of Jack once before, but that hadn't been directed at her. Instead, it had been when Genji had gotten too rough during hand-to-hand training, and he'd pinned him down on the mat and told him,
'If you ever put your hands on her again, you're dead.' She had never realised he'd follow through with such a threat, and remove both his cybernetic legs. He'd left the cyborg dinged up enough that the Shimada (and some of the other members of Overwatch) were too afraid to talk to her. That had sure gotten lonely fast... Which was why she couldn't help but talk to Reyes, the one person who didn't fear Jack.
"You're mine, mine! Do you understand?" His eyes, that beautiful shade of baby blue, glinted in delight as she nodded quickly, trying to pacify him the best she could. "Good! Because if anybody else tried to have you.. I'd kill them. And then I'd have to punish you, now wouldn't I?" That smile never left his face, his gaze never moved from her.
"Yes, yes, of course! I'm only yours, Jack-"
"Then why did I see you with Gabriel?"
"We're friends, only friends! I swear-" Her words were cut off by a sob, and this seemed to cut through the haze of insanity in the soldier's brain. Crouching down in front of her, one hand cupped her cheek.
"Hush... Don't cry, love... I'm here now, and I won't leave you again, not for a single second..." The knife in his hand was so close to clattering to the floor, but as soon as this popped into her mind, his grip readjusted and tightened. "But I can't just let you get away with hurting me like that... Maybe you need a lesson, to learn who you belong to."
The once-gentle hand moved to her hair, twisting his fingers in between the locks before pulling, pulling tight enough for a cry to leave her lips, and her head to be jerked back. Tears bubbled down her cheeks, dripping pathetically onto her suit, but he wasn't paying much attention to that now. Instead, he was placing the blade delicately on her face, lining the point up with her forehead.
"Other couples have his-and-her sinks, and tattoos, but we aren't like other couples, are we, love? No, we're unique... I've wanted to do this for a while, but you've been so good recently..." Pressing the knife down slowly, blood welled up and marred her pale skin, and with a cry she tried to pull away. "Stop squirming!"
His movements were precise, pulling the steel down between her eyebrows, across her nose and ending by her cheek. Then, as the red dripped into her eyes and blurred her vision, he started once more by her mouth, cutting over her plump lip and finishing by her chin. The wounds mimicked his own scars, and God, did she look beautiful all bruised, bloodied and crying.
Groaning, he dropped the knife and reared forward, smashing his lips into hers to taste her, to memorise the fizz and metallic tang of her sweet gore. He would take care of her, take care of his soulmate, the fire behind his every move. Even as she sobbed, and tried to pull away, he knew that she'd never leave him; she needed him, just like he needed her.
"What do you say?"
"... T-Thank you, Daddy.."
"Good girl."