"Please. Leave my room." She pleaded, scurrying back against the wall on
her hands and knees. "I insist that you leave this instant." She swallowed
the boulder that was trapped inside her throat, hoping that he would not
see her fear.
"I have had enough of your demands." He simply grinned, his voice was cold yet smooth. In his eyes a flicker of mischief beamed brightly, scotching her soul. "You forget your place here, my angel. You are a slave, pure and simple and it is time that you started acting like it." Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, letting the silky, black material unveil his stomach like it was a masterpiece, and it was. "Do you hear me? You are a slave. You are MY slave!" Slowly he stepped towards her, each step pounding with the beat of her own heart. He was getting heated, the blood rushed throughout his body, boiling with anger, lust and longing.
"You keep your distance." She yelled at him and sprung up off the floor. "Do you hear me?" Her heart was racing now, she exactly knew what he was thinking, what he wanted to do. She raced over to her bed and grabbed her bag that was resting at its foot. "Keep away!" She shouted again as she desperately rummaged through its contents. Her hand stirred through the bag like a whisk, churning the contents and spilling them out onto the floor. He loved this; he could smell her fear, her distress, and every jerky movement that she made only turned him on even more.
"Come to me," He called, his voice as silky as chocolate.
She drew in a deep breath and then spat out her anger at him. Her saliva pierced the air like a bullet and collided with his eye, she couldn't help but smile. "Fuck you!" She screamed.
"That is what I was hoping," He smirked through his sinful smile. "You are mine, angel, and you need to learn that." He bounded over to her and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down with his strapping body.
"Get off of me!" She screamed at him and tore at his back with her fingernails. He smiled through the pain, enjoying every invigorating touch. "Get off me!" She shrieked again.
"First lesson of being a slave." His stifling breath clung to her body. "Always please your master." He said as he bent down to kiss her tender lips.
She felt down on the floor below her and found her bag. With one hand still pushing him off, she desperately clawed through her belongings, trying to find her salvation. Suddenly, her shaking hand grasped a cold handle. Seizing it, she ripped it up out of her bag and sliced his arm.
"Aahhh!" He bellowed, the baritone shaking the dust from off the eves. He grabbed his bloodied limb, still screaming in agony, his red blood staining her below. In his moment of shock, she slid out from underneath him and raced out of the room. "Get back here!" He yelled after, but her feet never stopped moving.
Sweat rolled down from her brow and splashed onto her blood stained dress. She raced throughout the hallway, her heart racing with her feet. The shadows closed in on her, reaching out and breathing their icy breath onto her skin. Then suddenly, her running stopped, she had reached a dead end. She stood motionless, still trembling but too afraid to breathe, there was only one place that she could go: into his room.
"Dam," She cursed to herself under her breath and reached for the icy doorknob. Slowly, she opened the door, not sure on what she might find in there. A bright moonbeam streamed in through the gaps in the curtain and blinded her temporarily. Trying to focus her eyes, she walked over and pulled the black drapes apart, bathing the room in light. The floor started sparkling strangely as light was reflected off its surface. She bent down to touch it but sliced her finger open, there were thousands of shards of mirror all over the floor. Serena looked around the room. Over each wall, were hollow frames, some still had a few broken pieces of mirror still attached to the woodwork. She shivered at the sight.
"Angel? Where a you hiding angel?" A velvety voice sang from outside. Serena could hear doors from other rooms being kicked open, he was searching for her, and he was drawing nearer. Her heart started racing again as she scanned the room, hoping to find a hiding place where she could disappear. No such luck.
His room was not like hers; his was smaller, almost like a cell. She raced over to the mattress where he slept, hoping that she might take cover beneath the blankets. A cloud of dust stirred as she jumped onto the bed, he obviously didn't sleep in it. In fact, she had never known him *to* sleep.
"I am getting closer, angel." That cold voice echoed out from the hallway.
'The curtains.' She thought to herself, her blood racing throughout her body as she rushed over to the drapes and wrapped them around her. Tightly in her hand she clutched her dagger, praying that she wouldn't have to use it again. Suddenly the bedroom door flung open.
The room fell eerily quiet, so quiet that her heartbeat sounded like Congo drums. She could hear each creaking step he took, inevitably growing closer and closer.
"Oh, I wonder where my little angel has gotten to." He sang in a child like voice. "She has to be around here somewhere."
A silver tear rolled down her face. "Please don't let him find me. Please don't let him find me." But her hiding skills were as adept as a child's. He ripped open the curtain, pulling it off its rod.
"There you are," He said and quickly snatched the dagger out of her shaking hands. "Now, now, now, this is not a toy." He threw it away effortlessly, it spun through the air and imbedded itself into the far wall.
"Please," She begged as she felt his icy breath upon her neck.
"Please?" He scoffed. "It's a little late for being polite, don't you think? No princess." He licked her face, drinking the silver tears that were rolling down her cheeks. "Don't cry princess, I am not going to hurt you."
She looked up at him, her big blue eyes swelling with tears. "Too bad," She said, her anger burning with the water. "Because I am going to hurt you." She swiftly kicked him in the groin. In a heap he keeled over, cradling his privates. She raised her elbow and smashed the window behind her, spraying her body in shards of glass and blood. In his pain he lost his balance and fell over backwards, allowing her enough time to flee out the window behind her and onto the balcony.
Her heart was still racing, and now her skin crawled as the frosty air infected her cuts, stinging them like antiseptic. Panting, she gazed out over the edge, knowing that she didn't have much time before he composed himself again. It was a long way down, the drop seamed to plummet forever, ending in a thicket of thorny rosebushes.
She had no other choice. She had to jump.
"Angel." His voice bellowed from inside, he was far beyond angry.
"On three." She whispered to herself and stepped up onto the railing.
"One." She closed her eyes; her heart pounded wildly, desperately trying to break free of its cage.
"Two." She leaned forward, a silvery tear rolled off of her cheek and plunged towards it's thorny grave. She swallowed and felt the lump scrape her throat on the way down.
"ANGEL!"
"Three." She let go of the railing, plummeting to either her death, or her salvation.
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Meanwhile: Back in the White Moon Kingdom.
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A lone woman gazed out at the endless diamond sky, sighing softly to herself. The earth had been covered in shadows; the darkness was now roaming upon its surface, suffocating everything that the blackness touched. She could feel that there was something wrong. Ever since her daughter left, she had felt ill at ease, but now she felt sick, like her insides were being poisoned, like she was about to die. Something bad was happening to Serena and there was little she could do about it. Leaning over the stone railings, she sighed, letting the cool night air dance upon her skin, trying to feel anything else besides the sickness inside of her.
"My Lady," An apologetic voice came from somewhere inside her chambers. Turning, and leaving her thoughts behind she headed inside her room. Delicately drawing apart the lace curtains.
"Athos," She spoke softly, almost upset to see the man. "Tell me, what news have you brought me?" She no longer tried to mask the desperation in her voice.
"Well, my lady." He spoke, taking his hat off his head and ushering her to a chair. Politely, she refused to sit down.
"Please Athos, just tell me."
"The beast has her trapped, she is forbidden to leave the castle."
"Yes, yes, yes. This I already know, Athos. What about Serena? Is she alright?"
Athos smiled and nodded. "She has your strength, my lady. Princess Serena is fine."
The worried scowl disappeared off her face. "Oh, Serena." She whispered to herself, lost once again in her memories.
"Umm, my lady." His words broke her trance. "We have had sufficient time to gather what you requested. There is an army waiting for you outside the south wing."
"An army?" Her poisoned heart lifted. "Of how many?"
"Four, and myself."
"So little of you?" She asked, the fear of forever loosing her daughter finally rolling in her stomach.
"Yes, but my men are ready and raring to fight for the honour of our kingdom. They all will destroy this beast, they swear this on their very lives on this." Athos approached his grief stricken queen, his head bowing slightly. "They may be few, but they have the spirit of many." He paused for a moment, looking into her soulful, silvery eyes. "My lady, we WILL get her back. You have my word."
"Thank you Athos." She said and placed a kind hand upon his shoulder. "I only pray that you all will return to me safely."
He blushed momentarily. "We shall do, it is a promise."
"You must go now." She said, destroying any serenity in the air. "Leave when the earth is no longer bathed with the darkness. Athos, find him, and." A sparkle of hatred burned in her voice. "Athos, I don't want him to take her again. Do you understand me?"
"Yes my lady." He said and bowed, half shocked at her words. "I will finish him myself."
She fell silent, her grim words sending a chill down her spine. She could have never believed that she could be so callous, it left a foul taste in her mouth. But he had destroyed her kingdom, killed her people, and taken her only daughter. "For this he will pay." She gritted through her teeth.
"Beg your pardon, my lady?"
"Nothing. Good luck, Athos." She said and kissed him softly on his cheek.
He bowed one final time and left her chambers. Leaving her in the darkness to be consumed by her own thoughts, to drown in her painful memories.
"I have had enough of your demands." He simply grinned, his voice was cold yet smooth. In his eyes a flicker of mischief beamed brightly, scotching her soul. "You forget your place here, my angel. You are a slave, pure and simple and it is time that you started acting like it." Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, letting the silky, black material unveil his stomach like it was a masterpiece, and it was. "Do you hear me? You are a slave. You are MY slave!" Slowly he stepped towards her, each step pounding with the beat of her own heart. He was getting heated, the blood rushed throughout his body, boiling with anger, lust and longing.
"You keep your distance." She yelled at him and sprung up off the floor. "Do you hear me?" Her heart was racing now, she exactly knew what he was thinking, what he wanted to do. She raced over to her bed and grabbed her bag that was resting at its foot. "Keep away!" She shouted again as she desperately rummaged through its contents. Her hand stirred through the bag like a whisk, churning the contents and spilling them out onto the floor. He loved this; he could smell her fear, her distress, and every jerky movement that she made only turned him on even more.
"Come to me," He called, his voice as silky as chocolate.
She drew in a deep breath and then spat out her anger at him. Her saliva pierced the air like a bullet and collided with his eye, she couldn't help but smile. "Fuck you!" She screamed.
"That is what I was hoping," He smirked through his sinful smile. "You are mine, angel, and you need to learn that." He bounded over to her and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down with his strapping body.
"Get off of me!" She screamed at him and tore at his back with her fingernails. He smiled through the pain, enjoying every invigorating touch. "Get off me!" She shrieked again.
"First lesson of being a slave." His stifling breath clung to her body. "Always please your master." He said as he bent down to kiss her tender lips.
She felt down on the floor below her and found her bag. With one hand still pushing him off, she desperately clawed through her belongings, trying to find her salvation. Suddenly, her shaking hand grasped a cold handle. Seizing it, she ripped it up out of her bag and sliced his arm.
"Aahhh!" He bellowed, the baritone shaking the dust from off the eves. He grabbed his bloodied limb, still screaming in agony, his red blood staining her below. In his moment of shock, she slid out from underneath him and raced out of the room. "Get back here!" He yelled after, but her feet never stopped moving.
Sweat rolled down from her brow and splashed onto her blood stained dress. She raced throughout the hallway, her heart racing with her feet. The shadows closed in on her, reaching out and breathing their icy breath onto her skin. Then suddenly, her running stopped, she had reached a dead end. She stood motionless, still trembling but too afraid to breathe, there was only one place that she could go: into his room.
"Dam," She cursed to herself under her breath and reached for the icy doorknob. Slowly, she opened the door, not sure on what she might find in there. A bright moonbeam streamed in through the gaps in the curtain and blinded her temporarily. Trying to focus her eyes, she walked over and pulled the black drapes apart, bathing the room in light. The floor started sparkling strangely as light was reflected off its surface. She bent down to touch it but sliced her finger open, there were thousands of shards of mirror all over the floor. Serena looked around the room. Over each wall, were hollow frames, some still had a few broken pieces of mirror still attached to the woodwork. She shivered at the sight.
"Angel? Where a you hiding angel?" A velvety voice sang from outside. Serena could hear doors from other rooms being kicked open, he was searching for her, and he was drawing nearer. Her heart started racing again as she scanned the room, hoping to find a hiding place where she could disappear. No such luck.
His room was not like hers; his was smaller, almost like a cell. She raced over to the mattress where he slept, hoping that she might take cover beneath the blankets. A cloud of dust stirred as she jumped onto the bed, he obviously didn't sleep in it. In fact, she had never known him *to* sleep.
"I am getting closer, angel." That cold voice echoed out from the hallway.
'The curtains.' She thought to herself, her blood racing throughout her body as she rushed over to the drapes and wrapped them around her. Tightly in her hand she clutched her dagger, praying that she wouldn't have to use it again. Suddenly the bedroom door flung open.
The room fell eerily quiet, so quiet that her heartbeat sounded like Congo drums. She could hear each creaking step he took, inevitably growing closer and closer.
"Oh, I wonder where my little angel has gotten to." He sang in a child like voice. "She has to be around here somewhere."
A silver tear rolled down her face. "Please don't let him find me. Please don't let him find me." But her hiding skills were as adept as a child's. He ripped open the curtain, pulling it off its rod.
"There you are," He said and quickly snatched the dagger out of her shaking hands. "Now, now, now, this is not a toy." He threw it away effortlessly, it spun through the air and imbedded itself into the far wall.
"Please," She begged as she felt his icy breath upon her neck.
"Please?" He scoffed. "It's a little late for being polite, don't you think? No princess." He licked her face, drinking the silver tears that were rolling down her cheeks. "Don't cry princess, I am not going to hurt you."
She looked up at him, her big blue eyes swelling with tears. "Too bad," She said, her anger burning with the water. "Because I am going to hurt you." She swiftly kicked him in the groin. In a heap he keeled over, cradling his privates. She raised her elbow and smashed the window behind her, spraying her body in shards of glass and blood. In his pain he lost his balance and fell over backwards, allowing her enough time to flee out the window behind her and onto the balcony.
Her heart was still racing, and now her skin crawled as the frosty air infected her cuts, stinging them like antiseptic. Panting, she gazed out over the edge, knowing that she didn't have much time before he composed himself again. It was a long way down, the drop seamed to plummet forever, ending in a thicket of thorny rosebushes.
She had no other choice. She had to jump.
"Angel." His voice bellowed from inside, he was far beyond angry.
"On three." She whispered to herself and stepped up onto the railing.
"One." She closed her eyes; her heart pounded wildly, desperately trying to break free of its cage.
"Two." She leaned forward, a silvery tear rolled off of her cheek and plunged towards it's thorny grave. She swallowed and felt the lump scrape her throat on the way down.
"ANGEL!"
"Three." She let go of the railing, plummeting to either her death, or her salvation.
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*
Meanwhile: Back in the White Moon Kingdom.
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A lone woman gazed out at the endless diamond sky, sighing softly to herself. The earth had been covered in shadows; the darkness was now roaming upon its surface, suffocating everything that the blackness touched. She could feel that there was something wrong. Ever since her daughter left, she had felt ill at ease, but now she felt sick, like her insides were being poisoned, like she was about to die. Something bad was happening to Serena and there was little she could do about it. Leaning over the stone railings, she sighed, letting the cool night air dance upon her skin, trying to feel anything else besides the sickness inside of her.
"My Lady," An apologetic voice came from somewhere inside her chambers. Turning, and leaving her thoughts behind she headed inside her room. Delicately drawing apart the lace curtains.
"Athos," She spoke softly, almost upset to see the man. "Tell me, what news have you brought me?" She no longer tried to mask the desperation in her voice.
"Well, my lady." He spoke, taking his hat off his head and ushering her to a chair. Politely, she refused to sit down.
"Please Athos, just tell me."
"The beast has her trapped, she is forbidden to leave the castle."
"Yes, yes, yes. This I already know, Athos. What about Serena? Is she alright?"
Athos smiled and nodded. "She has your strength, my lady. Princess Serena is fine."
The worried scowl disappeared off her face. "Oh, Serena." She whispered to herself, lost once again in her memories.
"Umm, my lady." His words broke her trance. "We have had sufficient time to gather what you requested. There is an army waiting for you outside the south wing."
"An army?" Her poisoned heart lifted. "Of how many?"
"Four, and myself."
"So little of you?" She asked, the fear of forever loosing her daughter finally rolling in her stomach.
"Yes, but my men are ready and raring to fight for the honour of our kingdom. They all will destroy this beast, they swear this on their very lives on this." Athos approached his grief stricken queen, his head bowing slightly. "They may be few, but they have the spirit of many." He paused for a moment, looking into her soulful, silvery eyes. "My lady, we WILL get her back. You have my word."
"Thank you Athos." She said and placed a kind hand upon his shoulder. "I only pray that you all will return to me safely."
He blushed momentarily. "We shall do, it is a promise."
"You must go now." She said, destroying any serenity in the air. "Leave when the earth is no longer bathed with the darkness. Athos, find him, and." A sparkle of hatred burned in her voice. "Athos, I don't want him to take her again. Do you understand me?"
"Yes my lady." He said and bowed, half shocked at her words. "I will finish him myself."
She fell silent, her grim words sending a chill down her spine. She could have never believed that she could be so callous, it left a foul taste in her mouth. But he had destroyed her kingdom, killed her people, and taken her only daughter. "For this he will pay." She gritted through her teeth.
"Beg your pardon, my lady?"
"Nothing. Good luck, Athos." She said and kissed him softly on his cheek.
He bowed one final time and left her chambers. Leaving her in the darkness to be consumed by her own thoughts, to drown in her painful memories.