He kisses her deep, roughly and filled with needless passion and she pretends that it's Cahin kissing her, unmasked and beautiful.
When his calloused hands slide down her naked body she imagines she feels rough yet worn out leather gloves and she wants to giggle- she wants to tell him to stop teasing her and to take the gloves off but the stinging possessive hit to her cold thigh brings her back into her hellish reality.
"Beautiful." The words come out rough and she wants to cry because it isn't the silky calm voice that speaks to her daily. "So beautiful." The hot breath on her neck reeks of whine that is too expensive. Too strong.
Her legs are spread apart and a hard thick body fills the empty space between. Teeth nip at a pert nipple and it makes her whine meekly; never had she been touched there and it makes her embarrassed.
The clouds out the open window pass over the moon and for a brief moment it's dark and she imagines Cahin once again. She imagines that her lithe and nimble brother holding her hips in a possessive grasp about to ease into her but the man above her forces his way into her virginal body and she lets out a cry of pain, her nails digging into his bare arms.
The man is still for a few seconds, groaning in pleasure, and she tries hard not to allow her tears to fall. She sucks her lower lip into her mouth and bites down hard repeating a silent mantra. A silent plea.
'It hurts. Cahin, help me, it hurts.'
He pulls himself out slowly and just as it's starting to feel slightly good he forces his way back in and she arches her back to try and calm the pain.
The second time he pulls out she knows to brace her self but the pain still surprises her and she lets a scream tear from her throat. The man laughs, pleased at her pain, and she tries to cover her face with her hands but he doesn't let her. Instead he reaches out and pins them above her head, using it as leverage to go harder, deeper.
'Cahin. It hurts. It hurts, Cahin.'
His frantic thrusting seems to take forever and when he does stop, a loud groan stuck in his throat, she thinks he is going to pull out. He doesn't. Instead she could feel him spasm in her and plant something so hot it burns.
'Help me, Cahin. It hurts. It hurts.'
He laughs as if he were watching some cheap comedy and falls on top of her, still refusing to remove himself from her body. For a few seconds she's scared that he would stay there forever and in, slight, panic she pushes him away and quickly climbs off the bed, stumbling to gather her theatrical gear.
"Come back tomorrow." The words make her freeze.
'Cahin, I'm scared.'
"If I'm not busy." She grimaces at the fear in her voice and quickly dresses. Without another word from either of them she rushes out the room, ignoring the feel of his wetness and the pain between her legs.
Somewhere between the main stair case and the castle doors she fixes on her golden mask and she's glad that she did because there is her brother, waiting for her with his own theatrical gear on. She doesn't know if she wants to hug him in joy or fall in his arms.
"I was getting worried." She knows that he's telling the truth and as soon as they reach the outer gates she falls and he's there to catch her.