**Chapter 4: Descent into Darkness**

The shadows seemed to deepen and lengthen around them, as if the very darkness itself was alive and feeding off Magik's cruel desires. Psylocke's eyes were wide with terror as Magik's face twisted into a sadistic grin, her eyes gleaming with a feral light. Magik's hands moved, her fingers tracing the contours of Psylocke's body with a cruel intimacy. She reached down, her hands closing around Psylocke's hips as she pulled Psylocke's body towards her. Psylocke cried out, her voice hoarse with fear and pain, as Magik's body pressed against hers. The air was thick with tension as Magik's eyes locked onto Psylocke's, her gaze burning with a fierce and savage desire. Psylocke tried to struggle, but Magik's grip was relentless, holding her in place as Magik's body moved against hers. Magik's movements were slow and deliberate, her body rubbing against Psylocke's with a cruel and calculated precision. Psylocke felt a surge of fear as she realized what Magik intended to do, her heart racing with terror as Magik's body pressed against hers. The friction was intense, a burning fire that seemed to sear Psylocke's skin. She cried out, her voice lost in the darkness as Magik's body moved against hers, the sound of their entwined bodies a sickening and twisted melody. Psylocke's body screamed in protest, the pain and fear and despair all mixing together in a toxic stew that threatened to consume her. She tried to push Magik away, but Magik's grip was like a vice, holding her in place as Magik continued her assault. The darkness seemed to close in around them, a living and breathing thing that pulsed with a malevolent life of its own. Psylocke's eyes were wide with terror as she felt herself being torn apart, her body bleeding and bruised and battered. Magik's eyes gleamed with a feral light, her face twisted into a snarl of savage desire. She moved against Psylocke, her body rubbing against hers with a cruel and calculated precision, until Psylocke's body began to bleed. The blood flowed, a crimson river that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Psylocke cried out, her voice lost in the darkness as Magik's body moved against hers, the sound of their entwined bodies a sickening and twisted melody. As the pain reached a crescendo, Psylocke felt herself being pulled under, drowning in a sea of agony and despair. The darkness closed in around her, and she was lost, trapped in a world of pain and terror, with no escape in sight.