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Shawn jolts when she tosses the detonator over the dashboard, exhaling sharp when it lands on the opposite side of the big trite red button. It's so cliche, he thinks, his mind clouding with fog and fear as Yang hoists herself over the compartment separating the driver's seat from the passenger's. It's so cliche, so overdone, a big red X to mark the spot where the hunt ends, a glaring button held over his head as the water rises. It's too much, too familiar, and Shawn's body goes limp when he realizes exactly what Yang is doing, what she wants.
I want you to like me.
"There is something very, very wrong with you," Shawn whispers as her hands slip underneath his shirt, unravelling him into a bare thing - a helpless, caged rodent, just like her gift. His eyes begin to glaze over, forcibly focusing them away as the invasion of her touch continues to crash down over his surface. It He can't even make a joke about it. He can't think of a sarcastic reply, can't MacGyver a defense out, can't form any response at all.
Mmmm, she whispers into his ear, a nibble against the lobe. "I just want you to know how loved you are, Shawn. I want you to know that you're better than them." She reaches down, fumbles with his belt buckle, her breath hot against his skin. "And I'm going to make you like me."
She tugs his pants off, lifting his hips with terrifying strength and pulling the fabric down.
"I'm going to give you what you want most," she laughs, "and you don't even know it yet."
Shawn says nothing. She grinds down over him, gripping his cock from beneath the waistband of his boxers.
"I see I chose well."
His eyes close. He finds comfort in the dark of his eyelids, tries to sink into the idea that it will be over soon. Everyone else is watching the violation, and there is nothing anyone can do. It's like watching the execution of a loved one, injected for the crime of being just a little bit too irresistible. Her slick hands slide over him, grasping and stroking and rolling him hard. He swallows down vomit when he realizes that his body has betrayed him.
"Doing so good for me, Shawn," she says, singsong, as she frees him. She sinks down, lowering herself onto him with slow precision, splitting herself open on the scalpel of Shawn Spencer. "I'm so, so proud of you."
He fragments at the feeling of Yang tight and convulsing around him. Tight, so sickening — Shawn, make the doghouse, you've never completed anything in your life and when you do you can sleep there so everyone knows that you'll follow my commands and shape yourself in my image just like a mutt -- she takes him fully, her clit rubbing up against his stomach — he leaves Abigail in his youth because he is terrified of having something real and he will lose Abigail in his adulthood because he cannot cope with having something real -- she moans loud, like an animal — after this he is never going to be whole again, not truly - Yang plunges his fingers into his chest and pulls him out of himself, dissociates him into a ghost nothing.
Shawn watches Yang ride him from outside of the car, peering in through the window, eyelids sewn open. He floats outside of his body, outside of his own universe. He watches Yang dismantle him, limb by limb, Shawn just another murder victim, a clean break to snap off the bone.
The pace of her bucks and whines becomes intolerable, and he's gripping the sides of his knees so hard that blood is trickling down.
"Do it for me," she whispers, kissing him, the taste of her metallic. "Let's make something beautiful."
A moment of weakness: "Please, don't —"
Yang only laughs, bellows out a loud boom! "Remember?" she asks. "I have the button right here. Silly button." She reaches behind her—
Shawn grabs her hand, and Yang looks back at him with harrowing fascination. Blinking away the tears forming in his ducts, he grips Yang's hips, forces her down to take him deeper.
"You surprise me, Shawn. I like you."
This is the only way to make it stop.
Shawn closes his eyes again, lets out a grunt — thinks of Abigail, Juliet, Gus, anyone besides her —- anyone besides—
Yang whimpers as he spills inside of her, the sound of her pleasured yowls loud against his ear. Deafening. She reaches down to taste it on her fingers, smiles wide, deranged.
He thinks it's finally over when she climbs off of him and he pulls his pants up. He collapses back into the seat, unresponsive. Outside of the car: the sound of everyone yelling, cacophonous and carnivorous. It's over. It's over. Handcuffs click around Yang's wrists in the background, barely audible.
It's over.
"See you at the baby shower," she whispers, stopping his gears with a sudden grind. He shivers, feels his heart suspend, a sour clawing sensation within his stomach. Shawn doesn't look back; he only waits until he hears the car drive away, and then throws up outside of the window, drowning in his disgust. Dead.