A/n hey you little AJ fans out there! Another chapter by wonderful me. Rape
warning!
*Dodges Nukkie thrown at her* so, as you can see, AJ is a better writer than me, but one day, when no one is looking I will blossom out into a brilliant writer… then I will be Knocked down by a bus…
Kirin's getting jealous, oh dear…
Chapter three
Far Too Late
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Kirin's POV
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Look at it, little brat. I hate you, Legolas, I do… almost as much as Gyre…
Lying there in Sellen's arms, until he puts you in your cradle. If that little nuisance *dares* to take Sellen away from me…
Sellen locks the door, and tells me to go to sleep. I'll be dammed if I do that any time soon, but I jump into bed anyway, and pull the covers around me best I can and continue to stare at the ceiling. At night the bumps on it can make pictures, the one above me is a horse, and Sellen has a tree above his, I pointed it out to him once but he just laughed…
I can hear his breathing getting deeper, now I definitely won't sleep. He may be able to help me when awake but there's no way on Middle Earth that he can protect me when he's sleeping. Not during his dreams…
I think he's having one of his special dreams again. Sellen curses them, but at least he knows that he'll wake up in the morning. I don't have anything to keep me important to Father.
One of these days, I'll wake up dead.
He screams out in pain or fright or something. Oh no, I hate this, I hate this! Why do we have such a bad life?
"Sellen! Sellen, are you ok?" I run over and take his hand, he's shaking, and I see fear in his eyes before he can slip on that cool and composed mask he always wears.
"I am fine, little one," he says, but I know he's not.
Don't lie to me, Sellen, that's all my life is; lies, lies, lies.
I almost protest at him calling me that dratted nickname, but now is not the time
"What was your dream about, Sellen?"
Why do you always shake your head at me like that, I only want to help you!
"Tis nothing, little one. Go back to your bed and sleep, you look dead on your feet"
I can't believe he teats me like such a baby. Sellen, listen to me. It's the one in the crib you're looking after now!
Unwillingly my eyes start to drop, I can only hope that tomorrow will be better, as I return to my bed.
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When my eyes return to focus, I almost scream.
Gyre is standing right over me.
I look over at Sellen; he's out cold, oh… holy… What did Gyre do to him?
"Hello, awake then?" he smirks.
"What…are…you…doing…here?" I question, relieved that my voice doesn't quaver.
"To finish what I started, and I'm bored…"
I try to scramble out of bed, but he catches onto my thin waist and throws me back onto the bed.
"NO, GYRE, NO!" I cry, when he pins me to the bed, face-first.
All he does is laugh, he keeps laughing at me, laughing and laughing and laughing.
I look over to Sellen. Come on, Sellen, wake up! Wake up, Sellen, I need you! But all he does is moan and roll over.
I'm terrified; I kick and thrash about, desperate to get away from him, before he can do anything to me, but he's a lot stronger. His hands tear at my clothes.
"No, Gyre, please… please don't… Please, it's not supposed to happen like this, I'm meant to be in love with the first person I make love with," I plead.
"Little naive virgin, there is no such thing as love," he snarls, messing with his own leggings.
I scream out, as he pushes hard into me, oh, Valar, the pain!
"I HATE YOU, GYRE, I HATE YOU!!"
Think of something else, come on, Kirin, think of something else and pretend this isn't happening. I feel him being dragged off of me, probably by Sellen, but he's too late.
He's far too late.
To be continued
*Dodges Nukkie thrown at her* so, as you can see, AJ is a better writer than me, but one day, when no one is looking I will blossom out into a brilliant writer… then I will be Knocked down by a bus…
Kirin's getting jealous, oh dear…
Chapter three
Far Too Late
************
Kirin's POV
***********
Look at it, little brat. I hate you, Legolas, I do… almost as much as Gyre…
Lying there in Sellen's arms, until he puts you in your cradle. If that little nuisance *dares* to take Sellen away from me…
Sellen locks the door, and tells me to go to sleep. I'll be dammed if I do that any time soon, but I jump into bed anyway, and pull the covers around me best I can and continue to stare at the ceiling. At night the bumps on it can make pictures, the one above me is a horse, and Sellen has a tree above his, I pointed it out to him once but he just laughed…
I can hear his breathing getting deeper, now I definitely won't sleep. He may be able to help me when awake but there's no way on Middle Earth that he can protect me when he's sleeping. Not during his dreams…
I think he's having one of his special dreams again. Sellen curses them, but at least he knows that he'll wake up in the morning. I don't have anything to keep me important to Father.
One of these days, I'll wake up dead.
He screams out in pain or fright or something. Oh no, I hate this, I hate this! Why do we have such a bad life?
"Sellen! Sellen, are you ok?" I run over and take his hand, he's shaking, and I see fear in his eyes before he can slip on that cool and composed mask he always wears.
"I am fine, little one," he says, but I know he's not.
Don't lie to me, Sellen, that's all my life is; lies, lies, lies.
I almost protest at him calling me that dratted nickname, but now is not the time
"What was your dream about, Sellen?"
Why do you always shake your head at me like that, I only want to help you!
"Tis nothing, little one. Go back to your bed and sleep, you look dead on your feet"
I can't believe he teats me like such a baby. Sellen, listen to me. It's the one in the crib you're looking after now!
Unwillingly my eyes start to drop, I can only hope that tomorrow will be better, as I return to my bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When my eyes return to focus, I almost scream.
Gyre is standing right over me.
I look over at Sellen; he's out cold, oh… holy… What did Gyre do to him?
"Hello, awake then?" he smirks.
"What…are…you…doing…here?" I question, relieved that my voice doesn't quaver.
"To finish what I started, and I'm bored…"
I try to scramble out of bed, but he catches onto my thin waist and throws me back onto the bed.
"NO, GYRE, NO!" I cry, when he pins me to the bed, face-first.
All he does is laugh, he keeps laughing at me, laughing and laughing and laughing.
I look over to Sellen. Come on, Sellen, wake up! Wake up, Sellen, I need you! But all he does is moan and roll over.
I'm terrified; I kick and thrash about, desperate to get away from him, before he can do anything to me, but he's a lot stronger. His hands tear at my clothes.
"No, Gyre, please… please don't… Please, it's not supposed to happen like this, I'm meant to be in love with the first person I make love with," I plead.
"Little naive virgin, there is no such thing as love," he snarls, messing with his own leggings.
I scream out, as he pushes hard into me, oh, Valar, the pain!
"I HATE YOU, GYRE, I HATE YOU!!"
Think of something else, come on, Kirin, think of something else and pretend this isn't happening. I feel him being dragged off of me, probably by Sellen, but he's too late.
He's far too late.
To be continued