Chapter 14: Kingpin End
Trish, after excusing herself from the main building, took Fisk down to the basement of Fisk Tower. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and a sly smile crept across her face as she surveyed the dimly lit room.
"Now shall we begin?" she said, lifting her arm to reveal a pulsating red energy gathering in her palm. It looked almost like a flickering flame, and she compressed it into a pill-shaped orb, a manifestation of the demonic energy she wielded.
She turned her gaze to Fisk, who was still dazed from earlier. "Eat this," she commanded, her tone firm yet enticing.
Fisk nodded obediently, almost like a puppet on strings. He reached for the orb, his fingers brushing against the strange energy as he swallowed it down. The moment it hit his stomach, he felt a surge of power wash over him, a mix of dread and exhilaration flooding his senses.
Trish watched with satisfaction as he licked his lips, a hint of her own energy still lingering in the air. "Good boy," she said, a playful glint in her eye.
Fisk, who had been basking in the overwhelming pleasure of the demonic energy, suddenly jolted as that ecstasy turned into agony.
"RAGHHHHHH!" he screamed, the sound echoing off the basement walls. Pain shot through him as his skin began to shift and crack, revealing dark, churning energy beneath. The transformation was fierce, tearing at his very being.
Trish watched with a mix of fascination and glee. The demon's power was not just a gift; it was a curse that demanded a toll. As Fisk writhed in pain, his body contorted, muscles expanding and shifting unnaturally. The energy coursing through him felt both exhilarating and suffocating, creating a battle within.
The sounds of his cries filled the room, echoing like a dark symphony. Trish leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.