So, this use to be the another chapter of this story.

But I decided that I, quite frankly, hated it.

So I edited it.

But really, it's a wonderful new chapter, in place of the crappy one.

And I also redid some of the other chapters, so you should prolly reread them too. :D

Warning: This chapter contains violencceeeee. And sexual content.

Viewer discretion is advised.

But you should know that by now.

Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. 'Cept Julian, of course. :D

Esther awoke in a soft and warm bed. She was a little dazed at first. Last thing she remembered was... She frowned. Being knocked around by Julian. And this was most definitely not her cell. It was a bed. A real bed. Not hard stone floor. So how had she gotten here?

She sat up slowly and rubbed her head, feeling a painful migraine coming on. She looked about the room slowly. It was a fairly pleasant room. The walls were painted a beautiful shade of dark green, and the floors were a flawless-white carpet. The sheets she sat beneath were black silk, much like the ones on Julian's bed. The pillows matched the walls. The only other furniture besides the bed was a small mahogany nightstand to her right, and a large black armchair on the wall opposite her bed.

Had she been rescued?

The hope that thought had brought with it died the instant a certain brunette man wandered in the room.

Of course not.

"Good morning, sunshine." He grinned as she shrunk back against the bed, bringing the covers up to her nose as she stared at him frightfully.

He laughed. "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't hurt my pet for no good reason." He sat down in the armchair. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." She squeaked. His smile lit up his face. "Good, good."

Silence.

"I saw someone today. I believe he knew you. Let's see, what was his name..."

Her face lit up. "Abel!"

"Ah, yes. Abel was his name."

More silence as he watched her, her face the very epitome of eagerness.

"So... What happened?"

Julian rolled his eyes. "Oh, the usual. He tried to kill me, but who hasn't?" He chuckled, "Such a foolish idiot. He wanted me to tell him where you were, so he could take you away from me, but I won't have that."

Esther's heart beat fast. Abel was near? And he was looking for her? A small ounce of hope sparked inside of her. He might find her!

Sensing her heartbeat quicken, he frowned again. "Surely you don't want to leave me?" Her breath caught as he was suddenly lying next to her, whispering. "I know for a fact that you wouldn't want to leave me."

"And why is that?" She whispered, her body aching in anticipation.

Her eyes fluttered close as he placed soft kisses on the crook of her neck. "Because you love me." He moved on top of her and kissed her lips. His every move was intoxicating.

He rested his forehead against hers and stared deep into her dark blue depths for a while. It seemed as though she was lost in a sea of violet, swimming forever and never finding land. She wasn't worried, for the water was warm and inviting, like summer.

But the waters turned violent, as suddenly her eyes burned, and she was trapped in a cyclone, furious and unrelenting. But she couldn't blink. She couldn't scream. She couldn't even move.

The feeling faded as he smirked and kissed over the small scars on her neck where he had claimed her before.

"What was that?" She asked breathlessly, blinking the tears away.

"Shhh.. Don't speak." Her body, again, seemed to move on it's own. She ran her fingers through his silky mane and sighed. It felt so good to give in to him.

She gasped and arched violently. His claws dug into her back, raking mercilessly across the soft flesh.

"Wha--" He silenced her with his mouth, a fiery kiss for the fiery pain. Pleasure eased into where pain once sat, and she couldn't help but start to enjoy his claws across her back, although her blood was staining the sheets.

"Listen to me carefully, my dear," He said against her mouth as his tricky fingers worked their way across her body, letting her body have it's pleasure,"You don't love him anymore. I am the only one."

She was silent for a few minutes as he worked, fisting the sheets beneath her, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. She had tried to answer, to protest, but her tongue seemed like a piece of useless meat in her mouth, and she could not find words.

And when she finally did, it wasn't that much help anyway.

"But.." Was all she could push past her lips. She gasped as she felt the pressure, coiling up like a snake, build in her abdomen.

He was just too good. She could hardly think straight.

The pressure released, he licked his fingers clean. "Am I clear, love?"

"No..I can't.." Her eyes welled up with tears as he dug into her thigh with a claw, blood pooling from the wound slowly.

"Incorrect."

She cried out, begging, "Please stop..I don't know.. I.." She clamped her eyes shut in pain, unable to finish.

His hands moved quickly to wrap around her neck. "You will not doubt. Tell me the truth."

"I.. I do not.. love Abel." She choked, gasping desperately for air as his grip tightened,

"Again. And I want to hear it this time." He grinned wickedly.

"I do not love him! I do not love Abel Nightroad!" She shouted, as loud as she could with his hands slowly cutting off her oxygen.

And as he slowly let his grip loosen, something inside her felt off. She could feel him inside her head, taking full control.

But this time, there was nothing she could do.

And at that moment, she knew exactly what was going to happen.

She could feel it as he burned through her memories, taking them in his grasp and turning them to ashes. He was going to wipe her clean, completely erase her entire life. He had full control, and he was going to burn every single thing she ever knew until she was an entirely blank canvas. Her guard had been down, and he had broken through every bit of resistance left in her.

It was a startling moment, really, when she desperately tried to hold onto everything, though she didn't know how. It was never something she necessarily ever had to fight for, so she was completely unprepared. It was like trying to fight a war without a weapon, against an enemy who had a ton of them. It was difficult, and she desperately tried to fight. But Esther could not. Her memories were like ash and sand running through her fingers; There was nothing she could grasp.

Her mind was being torn apart, her life slowly burned away. First, her friends, then her hobbies, and interests, her family...His laughter, like a hammer inside her skull, filled her with fear. Her mind never felt so foreign. She had no control.

You are mine now.

A/N: We're getting close to the good part, but if you don't review, I might write something rash and illogical. So you should review, just to make sure that doesn't happen. :D