Sleep was her only escape, the only freedom allowed her. It was the one thing Lezard couldn't stop her from doing, Lenneth spending countless hours in bed. It seemed the more she slept, the more exhausted she was, mind lethargic, body heavy, desperate for sleep. She'd often catch herself yawning, eyes drooping downwards as she nodded off.

She was always tired, always sleeping, never able to feel refreshed. It was only when Lenneth laid down, body cushioned comfortably in the bed, that she felt the slightest bit of peace, feeling anticipation surge through her as she lay her head down on a pillow. She went eagerly into sleep's embrace, feeling it's coils wrap around her, welcoming her, mind sinking into slumber's depths.

She never said it out loud, but she knew. Knew it was the only escape she had from him. Lezard couldn't follow her into her dreams. He simply didn't have the power to intrude, leaving her free. She knew he hated it, hated the fact that he was powerless to keep her from dreaming. In her dreams she was happy, reunited with her friends, and her family, returned to her divinity. In her dreams she was happy, carefree, safe from Lezard's madness, from his lusts.

But most importantly, in her dreams she wasn't alone. He was there, Lucian, with his gentle eyes and kind smile. Lenneth sought comfort in his arms, burying her face in his chest, letting him embrace her, and hold her. Tell her everything would be okay. It was a lie, she knew that, and yet every fiber of her being wanted to believe in it.

There was never any anger in her dreams, never any resentment or cross words. She never offered up any accusations to Lucian, never demanded to know why he hadn't come to her rescue. Lenneth simply accepted his presence, drawing comfort from his nearness. She could lose herself in the blue of his eyes, and for a time forget the harshness of her reality.

In her dreams she flew on silver wings, fleeing Lezard's tower, returning to the beauty and splendor that was Asgard. She'd wander endless flower fields, the wind in her hair, it's soft breeze tugging at her dress. How she missed the outside, Lezard denying her even the simplest freedoms. She could spend forever out under the open sky, just inhaling the scent of flowers, and gazing up at the vibrant blue sky.

She actually laughed in her dreams, something she hadn't done in months. The sound warmed her, made her smile and shiver in pleasure, her giggles echoing around her. Her heart always lifted, Lenneth feeling a happiness she couldn't deny, even if the cause was artificial, a fakeness that was prone to be disrupted easily. A shake, a shiver, her body reacting, the sky darkening, the earth splitting apart. All these were signs, and yet she would hang on, fighting to remain sleeping.

Lennenth never wanted to wake, she'd spend the rest of her days dreaming if she could. But that was something Lezard wouldn't allow, the man attempting to shake her awake. Her mind's retreat from reality left her slow, sluggish, Lezard impatient for her to open her eyes. Even as Lenneth would slowly start to awaken, Lezard would kiss her, peppering her skin with the impact of his lips, hands pulling at her clothes.

Sometimes she wondered if his touches were what kept her from awakening, Lenneth clawing at her surroundings, trying to go under once more. Sometimes she'd make it, drifting further into sleep, wrapping the fragments of dreams around her. The harder she slept, the more desperate he became, changing tactics, dirty tricks designed to get her to react to him.

She'd stayed in her dreams, but flashes would come to her, slow awareness of what he was doing to her. He'd make her moan, tears falling from her eyes, dripping down her cheeks as she fought to stay dreaming. But bit by bit he would attack, until it was too much, pleasure exploding through her, Lenneth opening her eyes to find his face buried between her legs.

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To Be Continued....

Michelle

Unknown, ah the mark of the coward. Leaving netiher name or email, striking fast and fleeing into the ether. No I won't stop. It's your opnion and if you don't like the story, don't read. It won't hurt me if I don't have your fragile mind take a gander at my words.