I awoke to find him standing over me—the pain-filled stranger.  His eyes were misty, but stared into my face.  His thin neck flowed into a sculpted chest…

            I pulled the blankets that covered me tighter around my body.  Where had my robes gone?  Had he stolen what I had been saving for my Love?

            I didn't know.  Tiny sobs formed in my chest, but I was afraid to release their pressure.  As they gathered, pain assaulted my ribs—

            Broken, like my very self.

            He had.  He must have. 

            Would he do it again?

            My eyes focused on the cement ceiling and I heard him leave, gentle footfalls on the hard floor I was laying on.  I must have been effortless, easy.  Cold dampness floated through the air and rested, dewy, on the ground, the blanket, and the face of a girl lying on the floor.

            Me.  A bookworm, a studious teacher's pet.  Cruel thoughts raced through my mind, hurting, too, my tender body and I called out for my illusions.

            Nothing came.  No cleansing tides washed upon my wave-tossed body.  No gentle kisses erased the ones he must have ripped from me.  No warm embrace shielded me from the cold that surrounded me as two eyes darted across the room and two hands pulled the thin blanket closer and closer.

            He had stolen them.  My illusions were gone.

            Taken.

            Thieved.

AN:  Another pitifully short chapter, but my muse is feeling brief today so we could expect no more.  Please review and I will update as soon as Sergei(my muse) and I feel like it.  I hope everyone understood what happened… ^^U