A/N: DON'T READ WITH…CHILDREN AROUND!!
Just a warning…graphic sex…I'm just trying to get this out of my system…Cleaning out sex garbage…
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"This shall be your new bed in the future. But if you like you can have me in the master bedroom. However seeing your lack of respect I want to teach you a lesson in a more closed-quartered place." He said huskily. The entire room was an ominous black, frost everywhere in the cold room, the coffin a large ornate slab of hollowed stone.
I shuddered in horror and struggled harder.
"T-There's no f-fucking way…no, p-please, not t-that…" I squealed as I tried to get away from him. A coffin was worse than anything. Now we stood over it, and I gasped at the interior of more satin, black.
"Oh, yes there is!" He laughed in my face, quickly setting me standing by the coffin.
I ran to the other end of the room terrified. I was backed against the chilling wall, feeling the cold of the wall reach into my body and the chill of terror taking control of me.
He suddenly materialized in front of me.
Raising my hand almost instantly, I stopped him from grabbing my shoulders and held his wrists there. I braced against the wall and winced in my struggle to keep his arms from my body. He laughed at my struggle to push him back, shaking and groaning in my wide-eyed attempts to keep him from closing the gap.
I failed. He slammed himself against my chest and pinned my arms to the wall. I moaned out defeat in pain from all the pressure I had put in my arms to hold him off. I gulped as his knee parted my legs and he kissed me passionately, as I squealed and gripped him to move him off. It of course didn't happen, as he continued to kiss and caress the inside of my mouth. I was fighting the controlling fear that was trying to keep me still, trying to keep me from rebelling.
It was working. I was afraid of what he would do. If I resisted he would hurt me more, but if I lay still he might take advantage of that. I let him kiss me; I let him continue to slide his hands down my front and move my hands to it.
"Take that sheet off." He commanded.
In tears without moving my gaze away I pulled it off revealing my naked body.
I let him move his kisses down my body. I let him move his hands to cup my breasts, bringing them each to his mouth to tease and suck.
I let him in utter submission use me.
"Ah, how the mighty have fallen." He said in the pause he had when his face moved up to kiss my cheek. His hands wandered down my body and began sliding back and forth on my womanhood while the other had me by the arm to keep me standing. I wasn't standing anymore. I was leaning against the wall breathing heavily and moaning defeat.
He seduced me. But did he really?
"It's only my body…" I breathed as he continued to caress me.
He ignored that comment.
"Take off my jacket." He husked by my ear that he nibbled.
I pulled it off him to reveal his naked torso. It dropped to the floor and he pulled me to him, us both walking towards the coffin.
I didn't cry. There was no need to because I surrendered. I had no escape, and I will escape after this.
Reason dictated that I must choose the easy way in my torture.
I will show him what uselessness this all is to use rape and sexual assault to get what he wants.
There are more ways to destroy the psyche. But this won't work on me anymore.
But why was I doing this? My mind…it was clouded…
"Take off my pants. Now my dear." He smirked.
I hesitated and horror played across my stone-face.
"Do it. Or suffer!" He hissed.
I quickly moved my hands to his hips, sliding along the edge to the button and zipper. Trembling and with my eyes closed as I bent down on my knees I unzipped it and began pulling them down his thighs. He quickly stepped out of them.
"You are such an obedient servant my pet." He cooed as I kneeled on the stone of the floor. I felt like sobbing right there and then, but I wanted to be strong. Strong to show him it was useless. Strong enough to kill him.
"Lie down in the coffin. I shall be gentle." He grinned evilly.
Standing up, I sighed and crawled into the coffin and lay there, looking up with watery eyes in grim acceptance of my fate.
Now, if I could fight, I couldn't. My mind…I was under his influence!
"It's only my body." I coldly said. Tears now that I couldn't stop dripped down into the confines of the satin coffin.
"Your mind is attached. You cannot help but be controlled by me, cannot help but lay down as I ravage you. You are defeated." He spoke, getting in on top of my body.
"I will block this from completely controlling my mind. Anne did, I will too." I sniffed and avoided looking into his eyes.
"She didn't at first. Somebody saved her. But no one will now. You will learn to love me." He breathed on my face. His hands were on my breasts that he was kneading, making me wince and moan a little.
"I will never love you!" I gasped out with a pinch on my peaks.
"You will. Now kiss me, and wrap your legs around me!" He breathed. His velvety lips of poison were above mine.
I kissed him, and wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his throbbing organ rub against my folds. I gasped and pulled back from this kiss.
"Kiss me, harder! Show me how good you kiss!" He hissed and held my back as I gulped and kissed him. He moved down on me as we both mauled our lips, as he urged my arms to wrap around my neck, as he drove his tongue in. As I fought back with my tongue, moaning as we fought. I to try to break away but urged on from the voices in my head. From my marked palm they came. As we kissed, I in tears he kept grinding but not penetrating, making me roll my eyes and moan from the arousal he created in me. He himself groaned also.
"Now…touch me…all over, my sides…back…hips and front…touch me…" He said between each kiss that was peppering my heated, flushed face. My instinct to revolt wasn't there anymore.
"Yes, master…" I sniffed, moving my hands down his back and front, shaking as I fearfully felt my hands on his cool, muscled chest. He moved up and pushed me down in his blissful groans, unwrapping my legs so that he was perched over me once more.
As I closed my eyes when I reached his hips and abdomen, he growled in arousal and then anger as I stopped and went past his other parts down his legs.
"Yes, there too! Suck on it if you have to! Only pleasure me…" He growled.
I whimpered. It was just like last night.
"No, I c-can't…not a-again…" I looked up to his blue eyes, tearing for the disgust I had. The fear, the humiliation.
"If it means breaking your sprit, you will!" He laughed evilly, sitting up and both hands gripping onto the sides of the coffin. "I wouldn't want to not keep my word on the 'gentle' part of the bargain." He smirked.
Gulping once more, I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth to keep my lips closed. I revoltingly began once more caressing his hardened member. My stomach was doing flips as I heard him moan and groan out bliss.
"Yes, mm yes…ahhhh…" He groaned out, now gripping my hair and leaned over, giving little spasms of erotic growls and purring.
I sobbed defeat with my head turned away. This was worse than before. This was terrible and wrong to every principle I was raised on.
"I'm g-going t-to kill y-you." I spoke into his grinning face.
"No, you aren't. Now, let's get really happy!" He licked my forehead of the sweat, pulling me up and laying on my chest.
"You are SICK!! You…y-you are…too much…you can't be…that much in lust to…to USE ME!!"
He ignored me completely.
"Thrust with me, make me grind into you!" He commanded, and obligingly with another sob with the fear plastered on my face I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He moved my hands up to his hips as he grinded slowly, waiting for me to push him in.
And following his orders I arched my back and grasped tightly his rear, thrusting him inside me.
He held my hips and thrusted too. I gasped and moaned at the invasion.
"You see? It feels better if you accept it. Now thrust with me, thrust and moan!" He commanded with a groan.
I didn't answer. I wasn't able too as we thrusted, his hands squeezing the flesh of my thighs and arse as I kept moaning and sobbed. I held his strong arms in my battle against the pleasure taking over my mind. I felt his throb inside me, I felt him slide and grind.
And I was helping him rack myself with spasms of delicious love-making.
I was moaning and shivering, I was giving gasps with us both rocking back and forth.
He laughed evilly, only stopping to lick my neck and rub his hands on my abdomen to arouse me further.
But I didn't cry anymore.
I looked up at the ceiling of darkness; I stared long and hard as we continued pounding each other. He pounded more, throttling me and hurting every which way inside my body with his grunts and groans.
I was angry, stronger, and not giving in anymore.
If I had been weaker as I did last night I would be screaming and blubbering in tears from the stretching and pain. But I wasn't.
This was neither pleasureful nor torturous. I was immoveable in my faith and belief.
The belief that this was only my body. That nothing using it can shake me. That I will live and triumph over him. That though I was chained here I will not get him to think he has broken me.
"Why aren't you crying? Moan, scream, and sob! I love those sounds, and thrust harder my darling!" He bellowed, quickly biting my shoulder and giving a final thrust.
I squeezed my legs tightly around him. I thrusted faster, and was ignoring the pain and feeling of him inside me. My arms around his body and hands gripping his shoulders I looked him in the eye.
He kept on grinding, staring into my depths, my angry and pained eyes.
Releasing with a spurt of cold to make me wince for a moment, I recovered and gripped him tighter as he slowly moved.
His blissful, smiling face turned into a frown.
"You are making this difficult my dearest. It would be easier to give up before I hurt you." He growled angrily at my glare.
"It's…only…my…body…" I hissed, digging my nails into his flesh and letting my legs unwrap. He still continued to pump vigorously into me with his furrowed brow.
"No, it isn't! I can see the pain and hurt in your eyes! I will make you SCREAM!! YOU WILL BREAK!! I WILL MAKE YOUR SPIRIT DIE!!!" He roared flashing his fangs.
I was shaken, giving a small cry of pain as he slide out of me, crawling onto me further and biting into my breasts.
I bit my lip from screaming as I endured the pain, gripping now the sides of the coffin as he drank my blood.
His eyes had changed into slit snake-like pupils of black and red. His body became more muscled, his nose flaring and hands clawed.
I was wide eyed in terror when he sat up on my thighs with a bloody roar and raised his arms out. His ear became more pointed, his face contorted animalisticly. But he was still humanlike.
Until out from his back burst out large, billowing black wings.
I screamed, and he looked down at me clutching my face in horror.
There was never a man. A demon, a denizen who had this man's shape and was waiting to burst out.
"See what I am! A beast that feeds on blood and lust!" He said in a deeper, menacing voice as he grasped the sides of the coffin once more and leaned down his fanged, laughing face above mine. I moved away in horror, shuddering not from the cold that wasn't there from his burning body but from the fear.
From the face whose taloned hands moved my terrorized face to his lips.
Mine were still bleeding from when I bit them.
An inhuman tongue licked my face and smashed his lips down onto mine with a fury that took my breath.
I kept screaming as he kissed me vigorously. I never expected this, I never expected him to reveal himself as a beast, a demonic creature so suddenly and…and even wanting to reveal his darker side. His lips tugged at my bleeding lip, sucking on it and his claws scratching down my neck making the skin cut and bleed down my throat and arms as he continued. I saw his wings flex and billow out, and then fold over as he continued kissing me with purrs and growling.
I let go of the sides of the coffin to stretch them out and grab him, trying to push him off. He moved his kisses down my chin and licking my neck with his hands kneading down my breasts. I kept on screaming and gasping with the rough squeezes and biting on them. I even made him bleed with my scratching on his sides as I squealed and tried to turn away.
But he didn't move. He kept on biting, tugging and ravaging my front. It was pleasureful and torturous at the same time. I felt him spread my legs apart and reach his hands down my body to rub the insides of my thighs and claw my hips as he continued lapping the blood from my ravaged body.
I moaned and writhed from him groaning and growling around as he moved his face down roughly to assault my throbbing womanhood.
Thrashing around, struggling, screaming, squealing from his licking and touches down there, crying out with winces of pain from the slashes that were running down my thighs.
I never knew true fear till now. I never knew with my wide eyes and spasms of the pleasure and pain divine he could bestow.
There I now lay, gasping and starting to cry once more, staring into his red flaming eyes that lifted from between my legs. He smiled and licked his lips, a carnal hunger playing in his smile and gaze. I gave a final shudder before I collapsed in exhaustion, the sweat cooling me down with each flicker of his billowed wings.
"How does it feel, my pet, to feel not even the extant of the pleasure and suffering I can bestow? Like it? Or do you regret ever experiencing me this way?" He cooed in his evil voice.
I gave no answer. I merely lay there with my eyes closed to keep myself from seeing his evil barbaric face of lust. He crawled up to me with his fangs grazing over my shoulder. I involuntarily tightened my shoulders and gripped his ribs harder.
"It's only my body…" I said as quickly as possible, earning a slap across my face. I still kept my face emotionless.
That is, until I knew I was bleeding from five thin scratches from his talons. The blood from them dripped down my face.
"You will regret it when I rape you once again! When I will hurt you in ways you never imagined…worse than last night! Worse than anything I have ever done! And you shall live…and our baby will be strong." He laughed out with menace. Then he grabbed my body and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my rear up quickly as he was on his knees.
I gave a sob and suddenly screamed. He had quickly thrust into me from behind with a quick grab of the hips and slid in entirely.
I steadied myself as best I could in the coffin. Dracula flapped and spanned his wings with each pummeling thrust that hurt me, hurt me bad and I felt like I was dying again and again.
I kept crying out with new bursts of wincing tears as he continued. He gave no mercy. He groaned and grinded, he beat me up basically with the sex.
Terrible, violent and brutal rape.
I kept screaming and moaning.
"You don't like this, do you? Too bad!" He roared a final thrust before he slid out of my stretched insides and rolled me over to face him.
"I d-don't…" I squealed. He settled himself down with my head on his shoulder with his groans as he thrusted into me once more.
I saw the spasms stretching his wings. I saw his body convulse on me.
I felt his throbbing manhood pleasure me.
"God, kill me!!" I screamed out with a large thrust and a bite of the ear.
"God cannot hear you anymore!" He chuckled, the vibrations flowing through me from his heaving chest. "I feel it coming Anne…yes, it is coming…" He groaned.
"No, p-please h-have m-mercy…I b-beg of y-you…" I cried with the tears from my eyes.
"There will be no mercy until you show me complete and utter obedience at all times!" He roared, rocking back and forth with his hands wrapping my legs up around his waist once more.
I braced myself. It was hard to with the constant turmoil inside me hurting, jabbing, and harsh grinding making me scream out in pain.
I screamed the loudest from the large thrust and jerk inside my body.
The dragon of lust on my belly roared with me as he kept flowing and bliss and triumph was his face.
I sobbed and gripped the coffin as he moved me, as his orgasm kept on filling me, kept on pumping.
He had leaned in, stone crumbling from his clenched grip on the coffin edge.
"FEAR ME!!" He roared, his mouth wide opened with razor sharp fangs.
"I F-FEAR YOU!!" I sobbed back with my eyes cringed shut. He pulled my hands off the coffin and gripped them, almost to the breaking point to make me scream in pain once more.
"SHOW ME YOUR FEAR!!" He roared in my face, placing my arms around his neck.
"Y-Yes m-master…" I gasped out. My face was in his and I moved my head to the side. His hot lusting breath made my face sweat; his claws once more moved my head back to be licked once more and kissed.
His hands made their way down to my hips and began moving them in circles as he continued reviling in his pleasure.
I held onto his neck and kept squirming with the racking pleasure and odd feelings inside me. He watched me with earnest eyes, drinking in my terror and arousal with my eyes wide open with gasps and moans of suffering.
I never felt worse. I felt horrible, tired, scared out of my wits, completely in terror and I hoped he would stop this.
He had no good in him left now.
Nothing could end his reign of terror except perhaps me and some lucky guy or accident.
His eyes burned with triumph when he slid out of me, panting and perched over my trembling body.
But he hadn't won. There I lay gasping for breath, only the fear and shock of pain in my eyes as I tried to slow down my breathing.
I didn't respect him any more. It was fear of the being that hurt me and could hurt again. He didn't demand respect. He would be given resisting, rebellion.
"It's…o-only…m-my…b-body…" I whimpered.
"You will fall in time. If you haven't now, await my return after I make Venom mine!" He bellowed, clearly angry and a sense of defeat flickered in his slitted eyes. But it returned to glee. If I hadn't given up yet, he could continue to torture and rape me as he liked, with more chances to use me. Maliciousness spread on his face as he kissed me and lay me down in the coffin as I sobbed.
He used his wings to hover out of the coffin and land on his feet, reverting back to his normal more-human form. The wings folded and shrank back into his body.
I just lay there as he chuckled and put his pants back on.
I lay in the throbs of soreness and sorrow. I didn't want to move anymore, I kept breathing. I hugged myself; I shuddered and closed my legs from them spread out for the past hours it felt. Each agonizing memory of his contorted face, each deep vile ministration and thrust…It was the agony that I felt, not even close to the real thing he did to me.
No one deserved this and he didn't deserve to live after this.
He didn't belong in this world, he belonged to hell.
If his father was in there, he needed to stay with him.
I will try to send him back, even if it means killing me with him. As long as I will never suffer this again.
I lay bleeding and dripping with tears. I looked down at my ravaged body, most of the large wounds healed, my body weak from loss of blood and used with utter evil and hurt. I groaned as I tried to sit up but couldn't.
I wanted to sleep. I wanted to just stay here in the warmth of spilt blood from the claw marks on my body.
The sting of the slap on my face was still there. I gave a sob, and then cried.
Cried in the tears of hurt, of pain, of knowing that there are others in pain right now at this very moment. I heard an unearthly shriek from Venom, I heard the echoing whippings and cries of pain from Carleton, and I heard the roars of Dracula, and then his groans with the screams of Venom. Screams of pain and more rape.
I heard my shuddered breathing, and the thrum of my terrified heart beat.
Still I sobbed, curling up into a fetal position on my aching sides to keep warm. The heat from Dracula was dissipating into the cold of the room. I couldn't close my eyes.
They stared at the intricate designs, Romanian etched in stone of skulls, corpses dangling on stakes, ghouls, fire, and tall castles. Black and Medieval, seen by the light of the glistening frost that reflected off the light of the moon and snow, and the sheen of the satin.
My finger traced around the curves of a woman, held in the arms of a winged devil above my head. His fangs jutted out, his glare menacing and evil like a crazed animal. And the woman, naked and fainted, as the devil that held her was triumphantly standing amidst the fires of Hell.
And around them were a black cockerel and a black cat, horned and winged with hissing fury.
On her forehead was the pentagram.
The devil was claiming her soul.
I took it all in, everything, the entire scene reminiscing of what had happened a few minutes before.
Dracula the devil, claiming my soul, so I would live and be punished forever on this hell on Earth.
Only because and angel came back from heaven and chose me to be her body. To be the prey of that woman's enemy.
A loud moan from Venom through the halls woke me from my senses. I looked up, feeling something happen in the room. A presence came, there were people in the room.
Humans and vampires.
I heard the breath, the heat fill the room. I felt some soft whispers echo and the clank of boots and the cocking of guns.
And I also felt the vile presence of vampires, the stench of blood making its way to my nostrils, and the chill making the heat of men's breath steam.
A face peered over the coffin, his gun ready to shoot.
I gave no answer, still shaking from the cold and staring with little hope giving a glint in my wet eyes.
He was an old man, with short gray hair, a black fedora with a silver ribbon, brown eyes, a black duster jacket with a high collar and a silver rosary dangling with a talk-chip. His small silver pistol shone in the dark.
"Well, she isn't a vampire yet." He gruffed, then took on a kindly expression. "Is every thing alright miss?"
I didn't answer. Only shed more tears, and sighed. He didn't look like he would hurt me.
"Marcy, come here. She looks bad." He called, and a kind old woman peered over, wearing a black hood with gray short hair. She immediately gasped and crossed herself before she reached her hand out slowly.
"Oh my! The poor dearie…This is terrible!" She gawked, quickly recovering herself and pulling out some bandages.
"We could heal her Sister Marcy." A vampire hissed.
"She was just attacked or perhaps raped by a vampire! She is clearly in shock! I think she should be with her own kind for now." The man said.
"Help…me…please…" I sniffed. I wanted to hug, I wanted to be held, and I wanted to sob with them. They must have been part of the holy order Van Helsing was part of. Hence the kerchiefs around their necks with their symbol of an eye.
"Now, we aren't going to hurt you. Here, let me pick you up out of that…"She added distaste to what she meant, which was a coffin I was curled up in. A gray woolen blanket was tossed into her hands, and I gave her my arm to pull up.
I let her and the man carry me onto another blanket, into the cold of the room outside the black coffin I lay in. I looked around wildly and tiredly, clinging onto the robe of the nurse nun. She patted my back as I looked around.
Holy warriors were standing around, only around four of them with guns and stakes. The rest, six of them, were pale faced men and women vampires, wearing dark cloaks and bandanas and hoods, covering their faces except for the burning red eyes. But they only burned with concern and ready to fight, not kill me or anything like that.
They looked at my form shivering and naked, bleeding and crying, having my shoulders bandaged and wiped from the blood. I stared at them all, crowded around with them, having the vampires seem to flash memories in their eyes.
"Anne? It can't be her…" One whispered to a female next to him.
"No, I'm J-Jane, Jane D-Dawson…" I said. Then I gasped from pain as a dab of alcohol was on my face.
"So, you are the re-incarnation Dracula was after? You look just like her when I met her." The man said. He leaned in comforting, not minding he was looking at me naked and curling up, revealing a leg for Sr. Marcy to bandage.
"Yes, and h-he got some of w-what he w-wanted, and I w-will bear him h-his…his…c-child…" I sobbed. The entire group besides the vampires shuddered.
'Well, its clear then why she has these wounds…and bleeding down there! Rape…Oh my…This…We have to get an abortion, we need to leave as soon as possible!" Sr. Marcy panicked, moving on to bandage my other leg as I lay limp in her arms.
"Please save Carleton, please, don't leave Venom and Carleton here! He'll kill them, he's raping Venom!" I sobbed; hope that I would leave and get out was the most wonderful thought and idea in the world for me at that moment. But I must have them save Carleton; I must have them save Venom.
"Venom? Come on fellow warriors! We'll take care of our old order member! You, mortals, deal with this Carleton and get her out of here!" A large vampire pointed and hissed, and immediately they split up. I was wrapped with the blanket, held in the strong arms of a Vatican knight, who promptly placed a rosary around my neck.
"I'm sorry not to introduce myself earlier Ms. Dawson. I'm Father Joseph, and was only a younger man when I fought Dracula to save Anne at Purfleet in 2007." He crossed me and splashed holy water from a crossed canteen.
"I'm h-happy you f-found me…P-Please take me a-away from h-here…" I stuttered. I closed my eyes as the man carried me briskly out of the room. I snuggled up, tears of happiness dripping down from my closed eyes as I looked around the halls we were passing through.
We were now in the great hall once more, and I and Sr. Marcy were heading towards the great door. The rest with Father Joseph was heading down the stairs, to rescue Carleton. The man who held me was trying to pick the lock with a laser-snake, picking through the large padlock.
"Hurry Andre! Hurry!" She said, and I began hearing roars and moans behind the door at the other end. Till the group of vampires opened the door and out ran Venom.
Naked, running in a blur, screaming, only to collapse on the ground with a mangled leg that was healing. She screamed in wide-eyed pain, looking at me first.
"RUN!!! SAVE YOURSELF!!!" She screamed, turning around her head to see Dracula calmly walking out with a red sheet around him. He was quite amused looking until he spotted me in the arms of humans at the end of the hall.
"What? Oh, how quaint. More mortals, perfect dinners tonight." He laughed, walking down the stairs.
The vampires that had opened the doors stood around and then leaped on him, drawing stakes and shooting him full of silver bullets.
Dracula roared and batted away the vampires with a fury, blood spurting everywhere from the wounds that pummeled him.
The lock that was being picked with a laser-snake suddenly clicked, falling to the floor with a crack and Sr. Marcy trying to push the door open inch by inch. I cringed in fear and shuddered.
The blood further stained his red bed sheet that was around his lower half. I saw the stakes sticking out of his body, the many wounds that dripped.
But he was still standing, breathing hard, and then pulling out the stakes and picking the silver out as more and more silver was being shot into him. The sound echoed through-out the Great Hall.
Until there were no more bullets left to shoot.
And Dracula still picked out the silver from his scarred, shelled bleeding body, the black blood was disappearing and the wounds sealing up.
Now he stood up, and smiled clear of any wounds.
Out from the basement door was the order, some bleeding carrying the dripping, scarred limp form of Carleton slung on Father Joseph's shoulder. They quickly started running towards me. Away from the menacing angry pose of Dracula on the steps.
"To think bullets, after hundreds of years of developed immunity, can harm me. You all are so pitiful, the last of the Dragon members, and the Vatican herself. You will never take away my Jane!" He roared.
"Actually, we have." With that Andre and Sr. Marcy opened the doors wide, revealing the rays of early morning sun flood the room.
The vampires pulled out sunglasses, wisely well-covered with their black outfits. Dracula however was not, and immediately with a trail of smoke ran with a contorted face into his chambers, the door locking behind him.
Just like that, Dracula was gone into his room, and I breathed out relief.
Only temporary.
The vampires were standing around Venom blocking out the sun, wrapping her with a black bag to keep the sun out.
And Carleton was being wrapped too. And we started heading out, heading out in the sunshine of snow and cold, of ice everywhere on the mountain. I was given the coat from Father Joseph, all of them morbid looking, though I couldn't tell from the hidden faces of the vampires as they carried the body bags of Carleton and Venom, needing to stay in them to keep alive.
There were horses everywhere, and I was carried on them.
And so began our silent, long journey down the mountain.
A/N: Yuppo…;
Shoys, on the run, wanted for naughty thoughts.