Jack had been feeling some better about things, but he was still rather uneasy and was still having trouble sleeping, as well as a weak appetite. But considering it all, Jack was doing quite well for a man who had gone through such a trauma as rape. After another failed attempt at sleep the ex-con stepped out of the apartment building into the early morning air, the sun just lifting over the horizon. There was a clear dampness in the air that added an extra chill to the overcast day. So Jack had borrowed one of Sam's jacket to keep the chill off him as he took his walk around the block.

He knew vampires slept during the day, he really thought he would be safe from the ones who haunted his dreams. What he didn't know was that ancients were resistant to sunlight. If he had known he probably wouldn't have ventured out into the opening like he was doing. But here he was, wandering the streets of the ancient city with a scowl on his lips as his mind stewed on the horrible memories of that night with Selma and Mike. He really wish he could ignore all of it, force the flood gates closed once more but he couldn't. He had told Sam everything, including his abusive childhood that this assault had brought it. It was so difficult! But he knew one thing that would remove it, or at least drown it for awhile. Jack wanted to get drunk. However, much to his dismay, the bars hadn't opened yet. Drowning his sorrows was going to have to wait.

Selma usually was at home sleeping when the sun rose, but not this morning. She'd gone out hunting last night and had met a group of young people on their way to a party. Selma came with them just to have some fun, and in the backyard to the house where the party was held, several of these young people would die a very bloody and painful death that night. Simply because she could do it, she did it. And it felt so good... their longing to scream when her hand covered their mouth, because the rest of the party shouldn't know what was going on outside. And their longing to scream came from pain after bones she broke in their bodies before death, and the way she bit them because she wanted to see them bleed... it wasn't like she needed a lot of blood, she just liked it.

But it had become late and now she ought to go home. The dress she'd put on when she left home last night was simple and red, and she wore a pair of matching red boots for the dress. Of course now the sun had risen, and she'd entranced her way into the house, only a young girl had been awake and the young people inside didn't know about the carnage outside yet. Inside she'd found a black sheet that she'd wrapped around her like a cloak with a hood. The sun would begin to burn her skin eventually, though it would not kill her, and Selma didn't like the feeling of burning skin... so with the sheet-cloak over her, she went home.

On the way, she sensed someone familiar. He was out here. She had taken his blood and she forced hers into him that night. Jack. Selma let out an amused breath and went in that direction. Soon she saw him, he walked a bit ahead of her on the sidewalk in front of her with his back to him. Inwardly she giggled and then she sped up. A second later she'd be there with her arm around his neck, standing behind him, "Guess who."

Jack stiffened at the sudden arm around his neck, but it was the voice that set the alarm bells to ring wildly in his head. No, it couldn't be her! It was day time, vampires didn't come out during the day. How come she was able to walk outside without bursting into flames. “No! Not you! You get away from you crazy bitch!” Jack yelled trying to pull himself free of her grasp, wanting very much to never be touched by her ever again. She was an incredible sexy female, but having endured what he had gone through, he found her morally repulsive and the very thought of her send chills up his spine and made his blood boil.

However, all his struggling did nothing but annoy and stress him out further, so he relaxed in her grasp yet keeping a sneer on his lips. “O' course I know who it is...you and fuckface been hauntin' me like damn ghosts for days. And what I've come to realize.. you two make me sick! Tellin' me it was all my fault... bullshit! Screw you and your lil' dog too. Get your hands off me now.” Jack finally stopped his rant towards the vampire. It had felt good to let all that out on her, but he still was vulnerable in her grasp. “How 'bout we go our separate ways... you go home and do whatever gets you off and I got home to a vampire that gives a shit 'bout me... Hell loves me..” He suggested trying again to struggle free.

Selma wasn't so tall, but with her heels on, she could easily grab Jack around his neck and throat with one arm and hold it there tightly while speaking to his ear. He stiffened by her touch and more or less seemed to panic. He spoke about her being a crazy bitch who should get away, and all Selma could do was laugh. Jack was so amusing! He honestly still thought he had a say in what Selma did to him? He struggled and squirmed but Selma only held him tighter, threatening to strangle him if he didn't stop. So when he finally relaxed, she loosened her grasp just slightly again.

She chuckled at his little rant, "Screw me and Mike you mean? Oh but Jack, it's the other way around. We screw you, remember?" Selma said, and then he spoke of going their separate ways. "No... but you know what, either we can take a walk together or I'll follow you and see where you and your little vampire lover live together. You should know better than to deny what I suggest." Selma added, "So, what will it be... shall I see where you live and kill your lover in his sleep, or will you be a willing little pet today?" Most young vampires slept after sunrise, after all... so if he lived with a vampire, said vampire would also be sleeping and not able to do a thing if Selma wanted to kill him. And really Jack couldn't do anything either but obey, if he was smart...

The ex-con flinched at the thought of what they did to him washed back to his memory at her words. He really didn't want to remember, it hurt too much to recall the pain of being used. “How can I not remember Selma... you and your boy took what you wanted from me. Then y'all leave me a heap o' the damn kitchen floor! No, I ain't forgotten. I got to live with this shit.” Jack replied, his tone obviously one brimming with suffering and rage.

Weird thing was that she probably did understand the feeling of being used and betrayed by another. However, even if he knew what had happened to her, she wasn't capable of sympathizing with her victim. So he didn't expect it. What he did get was threats directed towards someone who cared about him. Jack did not like the thought of Sam being hurt or killed by this woman solely because he wouldn't obey her command that he go with her. He had been so happy to get away from her, but now he was being sucked back into the tortures that awaited him if he went with her. But he had no other choice. “I'll go with you... I won't let ya harm Sam cause o' me...” He said with an obvious frown, refusing to look defeated so he held his head high.

Jack was her pet... and he was nothing like her dream pet, but fun none the less. She could not have the pet of her dreams, sadly, since Halla had to stay convinced that Selma was a goddess. An idea she had taken quite the liking to. But Jack was still very amusing to play with, though she played very different games with him, than she had done with Halla. Threats and teasing, that's what she offered him. Some kind of torture, physical or mental, it didn't matter. He was a fun toy with his anger and rage and he couldn't do a thing about Selma anyway - though he sure seemed to want to. He'd said 'screw you', and she reminded him how it really was. He said he could not forgotten and that he had to live with it.

"Well maybe that will teach you to make the right choices." Selma said, she gave him a choice after all. And now that he mentioned he had someone who really cared, well Selma offered another choice, when he wanted to just part ways. She didn't feel like that. So he could go home and she'd follow and kill his vampire lover while he was asleep, or he could stay with her. And Jack made the right choice, he said he'd go with Selma. "Sam." Selma said, so his lover was a male and had the name Sam. Why was it that the men she found, no matter if she liked them or not, had to be gay somehow? Cian had been the same, and she'd heard a thing or two about her old friend Ulfric from sources around town. And now Jack here... was that just the effect she had on men? Well they had the same on her! She preferred women, to be honest. Men were just toys.

Still, she let go of her tight grip around his neck and moved to walk beside him, "So... what are you up to today? A round like last time?" Selma asked with a grin, putting the thoughts about the men she mingled with being gay away, "Or... perhaps this time you could worship me a little?" He probably didn't want to do that. And he probably, once more, though he had a choice. Fool.

He wanted to ring her neck when his friend's name passed her lips. In his mind Selma didn't deserve to utter that name, like somehow her voice speaking it dirtied it. He sneered over his broad shoulder at her, showing her his displeasure at her uttering 'Sam.' But oddly he didn't express his unhappiness in words, instead he kept his mouth shut knowing it did no good. Jack's body didn't relax, even when Selma released him from her grasp around his neck. Actually, his body seemed to tense more as the vampire came up a long side of him.

Slowly he started to walk, knowing full well he was going home with her, though the thought of going with her made him sick. However, when she inquired if he wanted another round which of course meant another go with Mike, He felt his stomach contains threatening to spill forth. There was no way he was going to allow himself to be humiliated by that punk once more. Wait she wanted him to worship her? “Worship?” He asked with an expression that was a mixture of disgust and shock directed towards his 'owner.' “Selma I can barely stand you... why the hell would I worship you?” He inquired as he turned sharply towards her “Give me a damn reason.”

Selma should be offended that Jack had found a male lover after being with her... and well, Mike, but that didn't count. That was just for fun, at least from her point of view. Though she supposed Jack had not wanted her to ride him either, but pity for him, right? She could sense his anger when she spoke Sam's name, tasting it on her tongue. It was useful, Jack really wasn't too smart to mention such things to Selma. She could use that Sam... if for nothing else, then threaten to do something to him, if Jack didn't do as she said. So far though, she let go of his neck and they began walking. Selma joked, asked what he wanted, a round like last time, or worship her...

Jack seemed shocked when she asked that of him, said he couldn't stand her, so he could not worship her. Selma chuckled, "This is one of those cases again, where you have two choices, Jack. You know I can keep you until dark..." Selma said, looking at him as he turned towards her, "And do you know who wakes by dark? Young vampires... like Mike..." She smirked, "But perhaps you would indeed prefer to feel him up close again, rather than worshipping me? I'm surprised, I thought you didn't like it so much last time, when he played with you." She said with a small laugh, "All I want is a little appreciation... I'm sure you could give me that..." Selma crossed her arms. She wasn't holding onto him right now, but he'd be a fool to run.

The ex-con glared daggers at the ancient as she suggested he meet Mike once more up close and personal. “You know damn well I'm didn't like it... you and that lil' shit put me through hell. Thanks to your boy I ain't slept in days,”Jack answered, anger clear on his rugged good-looks. He growled out his frustration as she informed him it was one of those cases where he had two choices, worship her or be manhandled and violated by that punk Mike. Both options filled him with dread and made his stomach turn in knots.

Honestly he didn't want to pick either one of them, it sounded like a no win situation. But he was being forced to choose between Selma and Mike. So Jack made his decision, one he would regret but maybe his body and mind wouldn't suffer as badly as before. He chose Selma. “Fine. I chose you..” He finally admitted through gritted teeth before turning his attention to hailing a taxis for them. “You better not bring Mike into this... if you do this lil' party is over...” Jack said laying down the terms of the agreement. He was prepared to sacrifice his dignity, though he hated to do it, as long as Mike wasn't invited.

Jack got so angry and he seemed to constantly forget that he was the weak one here. Selma teased him when he didn't see why he should worship her - for then she gave him a choice, and perhaps he really would rather be with Mike again? She knew that would work, he seemed to hate Mike a lot, so he was useful for that too. Jack stated how he didn't like what Mike did, and spoke of how he'd not slept in days because of it, "Oh... poor Jack." Selma said in a mocking tone. As if she felt sorry for him. He was a mortal, he was nothing. And yet he should be worshipping Selma, the goddess.

After giving it a bit of thought - Selma was surprised he even had to think about it - then Jack agreed to choose her over Mike. Selma smiled, "I knew you'd make the right choice this time." She said to him, "But don't you dare threaten one of mine, Jack. It'll be worst for yourself if you make anything of such a threat." She added then. Oh well, he agreed. Better move on then. Selma let out an amused laugh as she had an idea, "So, now that you agreed to worship me, I think we should get started. Please kneel, Jack, and kiss my feet." Selma said, looking at him, a challenge in her eyes. He better do this, or the rest of his day might be even worse. And it had just begun...

She wanted him to worship her in public? Was she mad? He was quite sure that she was crazy as well as sadistic, after all she was making him kneel and kiss her feet in public view like a twisted dominatrix. It was clear by his expression that he was surprised by the request for a public display “Here? On the street?” He asked looking between her and the area they were in then back to her once more. Jack agreed to it, but he never thought she do it right then and there on the sidewalk!

The ex-con knew looking into those eyes that she would be true to her threat to bring the vicious vampire in that night to play with him. He certainly didn't want him to touch him again, the very thought made him violently ill. To him Mike was a disease that he wanted to stay as far away as he could. Jack grumbled under his breath as he lowered himself to his knees, then he dropped to his hands as well so that his hands and knees were both on the hard concrete. He gave her a hard look before lowering down to her feet which he pressed his lips to the top with a very quick kiss then pulled away swiftly. “There I kissed them..” He announced as he shifted to get back to his feet.

Yes, it was very likely that Selma was indeed mad. Why shouldn't she be, with her long life behind her and all that she had gone through? And she wanted Jack to worship her... and it wouldn't be fun to be worshipped by such a man, if no one saw it or at least no one could see it. So Selma stopped and asked him to kneel and kiss her feet. Right here. He looked at her in disbelief, but Selma's facial expression didn't change, "Yes, so please, do as your goddess commands." She said to him, though he gave it even more thought. By Loki he was so stupid sometimes, this man. Why couldn't he just do as she asked? He knew what would await him if he didn't do that.

Finally he did drop to his knees. Selma smirked. Then he kissed her feet, though it was a short and quick kiss and he moved away quickly. Selma put a hand on top of his head to prevent him from standing, "I don't feel very worshipped. Do it right, Jack." She commanded, this time with a more harsh voice. He better do as she said! Why couldn't he do that? Did he want Mike, or would he rather have Selma kill the man he apparently loved? He was so stupid. Mortals could be so stupid. And men were most stupid of them all. Women were easier to understand, but men... they had their pride. Their damned pride. Sure Selma had her pride too, but nobody asked her to lay it aside and do what she just asked Jack to do. And no one ever would, at least if she could decide it!

Jack glared angrily at Selma when her hand touched his naked scalp, her touch made his skin crawl. He wanted very much to rip her arm out of her socket or at least break something in that appendage, but he knew she would only heal and she was a vampire who was a great deal stronger then him. She also had the threats of Mike and harm to Sam over his head, forcing him to obey. He took in a deep breath, hold back his anger as he forced himself back into position on the ground at her feet. Jack knelt reluctantly on the concrete, his gray eyes fixed on the feet he was to kiss once more.

He hated this so much, but he had to do this to keep the agony away from him and his allies. Slowly he allowed himself to lower his body onto his belly and gently pressed his lips to the top of one foot then the other, making sure he stayed down longer so he didn't have to repeat it again. This time he said nothing as he maneuvered to return to his feet next to her, hardly looking at her. He had a feeling this was only the start, he wasn't going to be able to go home anytime soon, but he still decided to ask “Can I go now?” Jack inquired finally looking at her with his dark blue depths.

He gave her an angry glare when she prevented him from getting up. Well he had to do it again, he had to worship her and he was doing a lousy job of it. So Selma told him to do it right this time, but he didn't argue for once. He took a breath and lowered himself once more. Oh how Selma loved to make men act like this. Humiliate them, and in public. In broad daylight. A couple of girls came walking on the opposite sidewalk and stopped for a moment when they saw the big guy kneeling before a darkhaired woman dressed in a black sheet... Selma chuckled, it had been seen now. She almost forgot to notice how he now kissed both her feet, and took his time about it.

Then he rose and asked if he could go now. Selma shook her head, "If you really worshipped me, you'd not be so busy getting away. Let's move on." Selma said and put a hand on his back to urge him to begin moving. What to do with him next? She wanted to tease him more, out here in daylight in public. Maybe she should have sex with him on the street. Or bite him. Oh yes, she'd give them all something to look at! She inhaled a breath and knew they were close to one of the many green areas in London. Once they reached an entrance to the park, she'd make sure they got in there and found a bench. This should be good.

Jack made a face like he was about to whine and complaint about his situation when her hand fell on his back to act like it was ready to shove him forward. He did not like being shoved, it was something that just peeved him off to no end. “Don't shove me... I'm going..” He growled as he began to walk forward, unsure where they were going exactly, but this was her game, very much to his dismay. The ex-con allowed himself to be guided with a deep-set frown on his lips as he continued to walk in the direction she wanted him to go.

The place he found himself being led to was no other then the same park that he had shared with Sam which made his frown become more sorrowful. “Sam,” He whispered under his breath before he entered the park, his body language expressing only sadness and frustrated anger as his dark blue eyes scanned the area. Once again he was saddened by the bench she was guiding him to was the same bench he had sat with Sam on and Sam had introduced him to one of his first homosexual kiss. He settled on the bench wanting very much to go back to the nice apartment and laid down next to the one person who confessed love for him.

"I never know with you." Selma said when Jack unhappily told her that he was going, that she did not need to shove him. Because obviously he needed help in worshipping her properly. Why didn't he just do as she told him to? What was the problem, honestly? But she wasn't done yet, and Jack would learn. She led him towards a nearby park where they went inside. It was still daytime and Selma enjoyed it - she had him all to herself, no other vampires came to interrupt her business and no humans would dare. Of course this was risky... not a lot of humans knew that some vampires could be up and out in daylight. And they might find out. But still... she wanted to do this.

Within the park they reached a bench, and Selma motioned for him to sit. He did it. She had heard him whisper Sam's name just before, and thought him a bit pathetic. So he might love this Sam... but who knew if it was going to last? And he was human and his love was vampire. It couldn't last. He was stupid for being in love, because love hurt! Selma shook her head quietly and then moved to straddle him there on the bench, with her arms around his neck. They could almost look like a loving couple... though so wrong, she was much smaller than he, looked a lot younger too, but she was in charge. "I want a bite of blood." Selma said, looking him straight in the eye, "If you cry out... if you yell, when I bite... then I'll bite harder." She informed him with a fanged grin. Now the rules were set. She held onto him and leaned closer, pressed her lips against the side of his neck and parted them - and bit through without further warning.

Jack grunted as Selma climbed onto top of his legs, straddling his lap in such a way that she was resting over his crotch with her own. He wasn't pleased by this arraignment, but little Jack wasn't quite as cooperative as it should be in this uncomfortable situation. He frowned up at her as she wrapped her delicate arms around his neck, mocking the appearance of lovers, which made him want to be sick. She wanted blood, that wasn't all that surprising considering she was a vampire and he was forced to be her pet. He didn't have much of a choice in the matter, she was going to clearly take the blood no matter what he thought about it. But this time she put rules on the process, he wasn't to make a noise as she bit him.

Reluctantly he offered his throat to her before her sharp fangs injected themselves into the skin. It was difficult but he managed to hold back a pained cry, instead making a low hiss as his hands lifted to grasp her back. He wanted very to cry out, but he remembered the threat that she would make the bite harder. Jack hated the way his body reacted to the bite, it gave the wrong impression that he was actually getting off on being bitten. His body was definitely a strange thing that he was hating more and more as time went by.

To Selma, this was just for fun. She had already fed before she left that house she'd been by, where the young mortals had held a party and a few had fallen dead for Selma's fangs outside. They were probably waking up now, those inside the house, finding their dead friends outside. Perhaps the girl who let Selma inside to find the sheet she wore as cloak, would remember Selma... and perhaps she wouldn't, perhaps she had been too drunk too. But the point was, Selma wasn't really hungry. This was for fun, for her amusement and to make Jack feel even more humiliated than he probably already did. She didn't want Jack, really. He was a toy, nothing more - and she knew he hated it, but he couldn't do a thing about it either. It was pure coincidence that they'd run into each other this morning, but what a fun coincidence!

Now she had climbed up to straddle him, and told him the rules for the bite she'd now take. There had to be rules when he was not tied up or anything. So she didn't want him to cry out. No matter how painful it was... because if he did, she'd make it worse. Jack at least knew that he had no choice and he tilted his head to let her bite. And she bit him, hard and with no mercy. Felt how his body tensed as he tried to not cry out. Inwardly she smiled, Jack the person might hate the bite, but with where she sat, she could feel how his body betrayed his mind once more. To tease him more she rubbed herself against him a bit, just to annoy him... all while drinking her fair share of his blood too, ignoring how he held onto her in the process.

When she felt she'd had enough, she pulled back, licking her lips and smiling at him, "You do have very nice blood... do your lover think so too?" She asked in a mocking tone, not moving from her place on his lap, still holding her arms around his neck.

Jack was torn between his brain and body as Selma teased him by her rubbing the most intimate of her body against him. His mind was utterly repulsed by the cruel vampire while his body reacted in a positive manner to her molesting him. Then you add in the fact her razor-sharp fangs were buried deep within his throat, drinking from him like she had before, Jack caught in a terrible battle with himself. He bit down on his lip, restraining any sound from coming out of him, be it a sound of pleasure or pain, he didn't want her to have the satisfaction of knowing she was getting to him.

The ex-con only hoped that it ended soon so he could go home and pretend this never happened. Jack emitted a grunt as the teeth were removed from his neck, blood still oozing out of the wound that she had yet to close for him. He didn't stir, but keep his head to the side as she complimented him about the taste of his blood. However, when her words spoke of Sam, he did let a low growl to come from his thick throat as if warning her she had overstepped over bounds “You don't need to know anything 'bout him..” He informed her for the moment forgetting his forced station to Selma, the defiance rearing its head.

Of course she knew that Jack hated her, and that's why this was so much fun. To bite him in public, sitting on him like this, as if they were much friendlier towards each other than they really were. And when she felt how his body reacted to the bite? Oh she knew he hated that his body reacted, but she rubbed against him anyway, just to make it react more... just because he'd hate it. But he did as asked, at least. Didn't let out any sound while she bit him. Eventually she stopped though, pulled back though she didn't bother to heal the wound just yet. He let out a grunt, but she didn't care. Mockingly asked him if his lover liked his blood too.

"That's what you say, stupid mortal man." Selma said, "I could find out anything I'd like to know. Don't you think someone like me has connections?" She asked him, then leaned closer to his ear, "I could kill you... I know it would feel good to kill you." She said and then grinned, "But if I'd do that, I think I'd make sure to kill your lover before your eyes first. And then you." She smirked, and then she moved her one hand to bite her thumb and let some blood drip on his bleeding wound to heal it. His clothes and neck was still bloody though, she didn't bother to lick it all up. Selma slid off his lap and stood before him, "You're not safe anywhere Jack." Selma grinned, placing her hands by her waist, watching him to look for his reaction. She'd be on her way home soon, but she wanted to hear what he'd respond to her threats.

The threat cut through him like a knife, it wasn't that she threatened to kill him that upset him, it was the fact she threatened to kill Sam in front of him then him. He hated to admit it, but the thought of seeing the only person who loves him murdered torn him up inside. Jack didn't want anything to happen to Sam, he was a good vampire and one of the few people who gave a damn about him. The ex-con didn't move as she dripped her precious healing blood on the wound which started to heal up the moment the liquid touched the skin. Jack let his eyelids close as he let the bite heal and her words set in that he wasn't safe anywhere.

Finally he looked at her once more, his eyes fixing her with a hard glare “Don't you hurt him... this is between you and me Selma... Sam ain't done anything to you...” He said trying to convince her to leave the vampire alone. “What be the point in killing us? You and your shit head minion already killed a good portion of me... Just leave Sam out o' it... He's a good man..” Jack frowned at her wishing very much he could strangle her for the evil she had brought on him. “Why won't you leave me alone?” He inquired unable to keep the desperation and agony from his dark sapphire eyes.

They were just threats, Selma didn't know if she'd ever actually carry them out. It was more for fun she said it all - her fun, of course, not his. Of course if she did get the chance she might play with that Sam, and if they pushed her too much, she'd not think twice about carrying out that threat. But so far, it was all for her own amusement. Selma rather liked the look on his face, the emotions he felt that she could sense. He didn't like the threats. Well he wasn't meant to like them, else they'd be pointless. She had healed the wound though, and slid off him to stand on the ground before him. The sheet she wore as cloak still covering her hair, she'd probably look like some kind of demon. She could feel the heat from the sun through the sheet. She better get home soon...

Jack glared at her, said how Sam had done nothing to her so she should not hurt him. "A good man?" She said with a laugh, "You do know he's a vampire? Don't you think he's ever killed someone... or hurt someone? Vampires do that, Jack. Ask him about it." Selma shook her head with a grin, sure she knew there were vampires out there who tried to be good. But in the long run she didn't believe in it. She knew that even Percy, whom she'd played a lot with, had tried to be good. And she also knew that he'd fallen from grace anyway. "And why won't I leave you alone?" Selma then said, "Because you belong to me, that's why. And you amuse me. I must be on my way though. Just remember what I've said Jack. You're not safe... and neither is your beloved Sam." She grinned and unless he had an answer to that, she'd disappear right before him. He'd blink and she'd be gone. Selma could teleport, after all... and she'd teleport back home to her bed now.