First off, thanks for all the reviews. ( I think you might kill me for
this, but…I think – at least for now – I plan to have Farrah fall in love
with Ozorne…but that's what he wants, so it's bad…um, I guess you'll read
more when it comes. ( And for the rating, I changed it before I uploaded
chapter three, but I forgot to hit 'save changes.'(
She knocked twice on the door that led into Ozorne's suite of rooms. She waited outside for a few moments, finally hearing the doorknob turn. Farrah looked up in surprise; she hadn't even heard him walking.
Ozorne looked down at her, his eyes glittering. He stood back to let her in. Farrah hesitated only a moment before lifting her head proudly and stepped in. She made her way to the small table that was placed in the center of the seating room.
She set the tray down, then made to turn and leave. She took two steps before Ozorne caught at her arm. Farrah stiffened, and tried to pull her arm away. She tried to pry his fingers from her arm, pulling one back just to find it on her arm again as she moved to another.
"Stand still." His voice was so gentle that Farrah stopped fighting. Eyes wide in surprise, she turned to look at him, mouth slightly agape. Softly, almost tenderly, he drew her to him. He touched her face with affectionate fingers, pausing for a moment at her temples. Farrah's eyes fluttered shut, and her head slumped over her chest. Ozorne drew his hands away, the green light fading from his fingers. Tilting her head up, he bent over her, covering her lips gently with his.
Taken aback, she gasped into his mouth. He took advantage of her open mouth, and pushed his tongue gently into her mouth, exploring the interior.
Gaining her wits, Farrah started to push him away, to pull herself away from his grasp. But then, she thought, why? Why struggle against this man? It would be easier to give in, to break…
Her mind felt blank, like a white, colorless void, in which all she saw was a faint green glimmer. The glimmer of magic…
No! Her soul screamed at her. Do not let him do this! Wake up! See with your own eyes!
Farrah opened her eyes – which she had closed, caught up in the gentle kiss she shared with the emperor – and saw the man's own eyes open. They were glittering with amusement. His touch was gentle, but his eyes were hard, and cold, and stripping. Horrified, Farrah pushed away from him. He arched an eyebrow in surprise. Her mouth was open in disgust, her eyes showing her revulsion.
"What did you do to me?" she whispered.
"A simple spell," Ozorne replied calmly. "It wipes your mind clean of thought, and places my own within it. Rather useful, actually. Though I'm surprised you resisted it," he mused to himself. He regarded her thoughtfully, though his eyes were still hard. Farrah drew a breath and summoned the dignity she possessed to stare coldly back at him.
She turned on her heel and walked quickly towards the door, hoping to leave before he could react. She wasn't so lucky. With a wave of his hand, green light shone around her body, and she froze for the second time in her life, unable to move. He walked leisurely over to her, standing in front of her immobilized body.
"What to do with you," he murmured. "I'm obviously not trying hard enough. Don't get cocky; I won't let you go on defying me." He glared at her, and motioned to the door.
"Get out."
""Gladly," she spat at him. Finding mobility in her legs again, she ran from the room. It was dark out already; most of the slaves wouldn't be coming back from their tasks for another hour or so. Just as well. Farrah crawled onto her pallet, thinking. She needed to get out. She needed to leave. Now.
She knocked twice on the door that led into Ozorne's suite of rooms. She waited outside for a few moments, finally hearing the doorknob turn. Farrah looked up in surprise; she hadn't even heard him walking.
Ozorne looked down at her, his eyes glittering. He stood back to let her in. Farrah hesitated only a moment before lifting her head proudly and stepped in. She made her way to the small table that was placed in the center of the seating room.
She set the tray down, then made to turn and leave. She took two steps before Ozorne caught at her arm. Farrah stiffened, and tried to pull her arm away. She tried to pry his fingers from her arm, pulling one back just to find it on her arm again as she moved to another.
"Stand still." His voice was so gentle that Farrah stopped fighting. Eyes wide in surprise, she turned to look at him, mouth slightly agape. Softly, almost tenderly, he drew her to him. He touched her face with affectionate fingers, pausing for a moment at her temples. Farrah's eyes fluttered shut, and her head slumped over her chest. Ozorne drew his hands away, the green light fading from his fingers. Tilting her head up, he bent over her, covering her lips gently with his.
Taken aback, she gasped into his mouth. He took advantage of her open mouth, and pushed his tongue gently into her mouth, exploring the interior.
Gaining her wits, Farrah started to push him away, to pull herself away from his grasp. But then, she thought, why? Why struggle against this man? It would be easier to give in, to break…
Her mind felt blank, like a white, colorless void, in which all she saw was a faint green glimmer. The glimmer of magic…
No! Her soul screamed at her. Do not let him do this! Wake up! See with your own eyes!
Farrah opened her eyes – which she had closed, caught up in the gentle kiss she shared with the emperor – and saw the man's own eyes open. They were glittering with amusement. His touch was gentle, but his eyes were hard, and cold, and stripping. Horrified, Farrah pushed away from him. He arched an eyebrow in surprise. Her mouth was open in disgust, her eyes showing her revulsion.
"What did you do to me?" she whispered.
"A simple spell," Ozorne replied calmly. "It wipes your mind clean of thought, and places my own within it. Rather useful, actually. Though I'm surprised you resisted it," he mused to himself. He regarded her thoughtfully, though his eyes were still hard. Farrah drew a breath and summoned the dignity she possessed to stare coldly back at him.
She turned on her heel and walked quickly towards the door, hoping to leave before he could react. She wasn't so lucky. With a wave of his hand, green light shone around her body, and she froze for the second time in her life, unable to move. He walked leisurely over to her, standing in front of her immobilized body.
"What to do with you," he murmured. "I'm obviously not trying hard enough. Don't get cocky; I won't let you go on defying me." He glared at her, and motioned to the door.
"Get out."
""Gladly," she spat at him. Finding mobility in her legs again, she ran from the room. It was dark out already; most of the slaves wouldn't be coming back from their tasks for another hour or so. Just as well. Farrah crawled onto her pallet, thinking. She needed to get out. She needed to leave. Now.