I noticed this last part isn't that well-accepted as the part before… But I will finish it anyway (can't have half unfinished stories in here). Just realize it is all part of the bigger story! It may be cliché, but that serves its purpose just right!
Imagine you were there
"Aaah, it's so much better out here!" Louis leaned back against the wall. "Those people are so noisy, don't you think?"
"That's true," she answered, a little hesitantly.
Louis smirked. "Dancing with that boy got all the attention drawn to you, didn't it? I think half of the men in that room just fell in love with you."
"M-me? T-they were just staring because I'm a bad d-dancer!"
"A bad dancer? You haven't got the refined dance of a true Lady yet, but I blame it to you being a foreigner. No, everyone was staring at your beauty, Miss Myra. Like I said, you look so exotic. Everyone sees that. There is something special about you that makes men love you." Louis leaned over towards her, almost brushing his lips past her ear as he whispered, "I think I fell in love with you too, Miss Myra. And I'm willing to go through the trouble of stealing you away from Mister Gilbert Nightray."
"Uh, ah… There's nothing to be stolen," she shuddered. Actually this was going quite well. Maybe she could get the information she wanted. But would she be able to get it without giving this filthy man what he wanted?
"You're not his already?"
"N-no, I'm not. And I don't think he has any intention to make me his either. What a ridiculous t-thought."
"Then you don't mind if I make you mine?"
"Ah, haha, Mister Louis! You shouldn't say such improper things!"
"Then I won't say them."
He bent forward, pinning her hands on the balcony and kissed her.
"Hmf!" Myra tried to break loose, but of course Louis was much stronger than she was. She felt his tongue sliding over her lips. Two feet were planted next to hers, thighs pressed against the outside of her legs and keeping her in place.
She struggled in his arms, trying to keep her mouth shut. She managed to keep him from pushing his tongue past her lips, and she felt how he trembled a little frustrated.
This was bad. Really bad.
Louis broke loose for a tiny moment. "Edward!"
After he shouted the name, he took both her wrists in one hand and used his other to grab her face. He kissed her again, forcing her mouth open with his pressing fingers. As a hot wet tongue invaded her mouth, she felt how his hips bucked against her.
No!
A man stood beside them. Louis pulled back again and the man pushed something over her mouth. It smelled strange. Intoxicating. She held her breath immediately and let her body go limp, rolling her eyes backwards and closing them as if she was fainting.
"That would be enough," she heard Louis say, "she already fainted. Guess she hasn't got any tolerance for that stuff at all."
The cloth was pulled away from her mouth, and she let in her breath slowly to not raise any suspicion. Good thing she knew how fainting looked like, having a friend fainting all the time from low blood pressure. Now, she just had to keep her body limp. That was harder than she imagined.
But she was happy for being conscious anyway, for she didn't want to know what he would have done with her when she would have woken up!
She was pulled up in someone's arms a carried away. They went through a door, but the noise was subsiding even more, so they didn't enter the ballroom. She could see light through her eyelids.
She felt she was carried through a hallway, around some corners and through doors. She had no idea where they could be going.
Finally, she felt herself being laid down on a bed.
"You can leave now, Edward."
She heard the man leave on Louis' command. It was silent for a few long moments. Myra had to suppress the shivering of her body. If she moved now, he could realize she was awake. She was already in trouble, but she didn't need any more.
She heard a strange huffing sound.
Then another.
That one was definitely not human!
"Yes, Ember, you can have her. But only after I'm finished with her." Louis giggling sounded insane. Insane!
She heard the inhumane huff again, accompanied by Louis panting as well. She heard a buckle being undone. She felt a hot stinking breath of something very large on her face. She felt something large, cold and sharp ripping open her dress.
She shivered for serious now. The chain was found, okay? How could she get away? Please, let me get away!
She felt the presence of the chain leave. The creature huffed again.
"What?" Louis kept panting, and she heard some other sounds coming from him she really didn't want to. "You say she's awake?"
Myra tensed. She felt Louis climbing on top of her. She felt bare skin against her exposed chest. Sloppy lips were pressed against hers and she managed to keep herself limp a little longer.
"She's still sleeping, Ember. No need to be worried." Louis' voice was low and hoarse. Like a pervert!
She felt one hand next to her head, keeping Louis up. She felt one hand tracing her thigh. That meant both hands were occupied. When he pushed his tongue inside her mouth again she bit down and kicked her knee up.
"AAAAAAH!"
Louis rolled over the ground, clenching around his groin. Myra tasted blood when she jumped off the bed and started to run. She heard the chain roar.
Trying to cover her front just a bit as she ran, she considered screaming. She heard the chain behind her.
No need to scream, he was making enough noise by himself.
She tripped on the rags of her torn open skirt. The dress completely tore of the hoop skirt, sending her flying surrounded with a cloud of light blue and white fabric to the ground.
This time she screamed.
She felt herself being caught by two rather small arms. She heard a gunshot. She heard the chain roar.
"I'm going to kill you! I will kill you all!" Louis sounded insane.
Myra looked up to see herself lying in the arms of Oz, who had fallen backwards when she bumped into him. She saw Gilbert aim his gun behind her back. She heard a gunshot once again.
Screaming. Roaring.
"Please don't look behind you, Miss Myra," Oz caught her face when she tried to turn. His faced looked scrunched up in pain, though not from a physical injury. "It will be over soon."
…
When the horrible sounds had stopped, Gilbert pulled off his coat and wrapped it around Myra. Oz carefully closed the buttons in front of her shivering figure. Did she just lay exposed in Oz' arms again?
"Thank you for your good work, Miss Myra," Break said casually, "we can go home now and rest assured."
"Shut it, Break," Gilbert grumbled as he lifted Myra in his arms, "this will be the last time I'll let you bring Miss Myra to dangerous places."
"Nothing really happened now, did it? And I finally saw the proof of her claim of not having an illegal contract with the Cheshire Cat." He smiled playfully.
Gilbert wacked Break with one hand, holding Myra in the other, before walking off. Myra pressed herself against his chest.
She knew Gilbert would always come to save her in the end.
She smiled.
End of this mini-story, I hope you'll be satisfied with this^^ Next will be a major development in the story!
