Somewhere, past the sealed windows of her room, Lenneth can hear the creak of a windmill. It is a weathered, ancient sound, one she has grown used to. Day in, day out, the windmill turns and never can it's sound completely drown out the noisy proof of what is being done to her. Not the moans, nor the laughter, and certainly not Lenneth's own cries. She hears it all, enduring Lezard's smug satisfaction as he forces himself on her again and again.

She doesn't even know if it's a new day. Or how much time has passed since he last took her. There's no way for her to judge the passing of time, the days having blurred together, becoming an eternity of a different kind. An eternity of suffering, of unwanted pleasure. Never has living felt so excruciating, so pained and pointless. Never has Lenneth wanted to die more than she does now.

Death truly would be a mercy. An end to her suffering. But her tormentor is not so kind, nor is he selfless enough to give her up. Not even for one day. Even now, Lezard is with her. Touching her. His fingers trace along the curves of her body, firm insistent touches as though he seeks to familiarize himself with what he already knows. Her body is laid out for him, Lenneth naked and exposed. Shivering from both his touch and the way he looks at her.

There is worship in his gaze. A keen reverence that doesn't fit in with the acts he commits against her. Lezard is a predator, and yet one who admires his prey. Desires it, longing for Lenneth's complete surrender. And doing everything he can, to try and take that final piece of her. But it is not a piece she can give him, whether she is willing or not. She simply has no room in hear heart to love him, not after all he's done.

His crimes are many. Especially against her. They stretch out before her, memories rising like the bile in her throat. She doesn't truly want to remember. Not when the variation of the same thing keeps happening to her. Over and over, with little success on her part to stop it. Even now Lezard is making a memory with her, a new moment to add to Lenneth's agony. It won't stand out as any more special than any of the other times he's raped her, and yet Lenneth still fears the calculating look in his eyes.

It never means anything good when his eyes look that way. That narrowed gaze, his amethyst colored eyes looking darker than normal. Glittering with intent. It makes Lenneth shiver, trembles shaking her body. Lezard's in the mood to play, to linger here besides her. To work with her body against her, Lenneth hating the traitorous reactions it gives him.

She is right to fear. Lezard is determined to drag her down, to wring out of her the last remains of her resistance. It's a pursuit he devotes himself to with pleasure, Lezard's touching continuing. Lenneth's already fallen so far, laying so docile, so submissive to his touch. Letting his hands roam over every inch of her, with nothing more than her voice to protest such treatment. It's cries that fall on deaf ears, Lezard always so quick to ignore her attempts at refusing him. He prefers asking her body what it wants, and traitor that it is, her body wants him.

Or at least what Lezard can give it. Lenneth doesn't delude herself into thinking Lezard is any thing special. Her body has been condition to the point, any man's touch would probably be enough. Her body's simply that much a slave to pleasure, craving it. Giving itself over to it eagerly. Her body is at war with her heart, Lenneth not wanting the pleasure, not wanting any of that which Lezard forces on her.

It was never like this with Lucian. Lenneth hadn't known what it was like to be in thrall to lust. With Lucian, the act had been different. Loving in a way Lezard can never hope to replicate. She had given freely, and received in return. Loved and loving, and warmed by the experience. Lezard only makes her feel cold, dirty. She is more object than person to him, something he seeks to possess fully.

She won't ever willingly let him have that last piece of her. Even as Lenneth slowly dies inside, she keeps that final piece of herself hidden from Lezard. Locked deep inside where he cannot search, chains rusting around it.

Irreplaceable, and irretrievable, the key to her heart has been lost. Lenneth thinks even if she escapes, even if she starts over elsewhere, she won't ever be able to love again. She certainly won't be able to forget the things that happened in this tower. The things done to her, the things that happen even now. Her hands makes fist on the thin sheet she lays on, Lenneth biting her bottom lip. Trying to keep from making any betraying sounds.

Lezard presses his teeth against the pulse in her neck, scraping gently over that sensitive flesh. He surely feels the wild and erratic beating of her heart, Lenneth unable to keep calm when Lezard is near. Her panicked reactions only escalate as Lezard's hands push her thighs apart. His fingers careful touch, caressing over the damp slit of her sex. Traitorous desire flares within her, Lenneth quivering with every touch of his fingers.

It's not often she is embarrassed. Certainly Lenneth is used to the handling of her body, the exposing of it. Not even Lezard spreading apart the lips of her sex, can make her do more than blush, Lenneth far used to him doing more than just looking. His fingers have been inside her, stroking, teasing, coaxing out releases. Exploring her thoroughly, learning her every secret. Lezard knows how to touch her. Knows just what and where her body favors the most.

It's intimate knowledge he has of her. It's secrets he doesn't hesitate to use against her, Lenneth's cry coming out a muffled back whimper as his fingers probe inside her. Only two, and already she is panting. Tightening up, and growing wetter. Lenneth actually lifts her hips up off the bed, ashamed to hear Lezard's delighted laughter. Hating herself for wiggling her hips for him, for pushing back against his thrusting fingers.

She closes her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him hovering over her. Of his eyes staring down at her, Lezard drinking in her submission eagerly. But she can't stop her writhing, her body feeling as though it is not her own. She's losing control, of her body, of her reactions, of even her voice. It makes her want to scream, and the sound she lets out isn't all pleasure. Frustration is in it, along with her upset over what is happening.

His fingers continue their insidious dance inside her, thrusting in and out, sometimes wiggling in circular motions. He hasn't come close to touching her clit, and yet his fingers' penetration is enough to make her climax. The shudder goes through her, Lenneth suddenly tired. Her hips continue to move, her body greedy for more of the sensations Lezard gives her.

She opens her eyes in time to see Lezard bring his soaked fingers to his lips. He stares at her as he tastes them, his wicked tongue slow and precise in the deliberate way it licks his fingers clean. Lenneth shudders anew, involuntarily affected by the enjoyment he takes in tasting her essence. The faint musk of arousal is in the air, man and woman's scents mixing together to make a heady perfume.

It acts like an intoxicant, Lenneth feeling unsteady. She wants nothing more than to take a rest, but Lezard's hands are rolling her with him. Positioning her on his lap, her knees straddling either side of him. His erection is a prominent part of him, throbbing life and vitality against her bottom. He shifts, rubbing the head of his cock against her, letting Lenneth's own wetness dampen his skin.

"Dance for me." It is a whispered out order, Lezard kissing her full on the mouth. She gets the taste of her own self on his tongue, Lezard thorough as he kisses her. Bruising her lips with the intensity of his kiss, mouth firm and unyielding as he begins lowering her down on him. She feel his invasion down to her bones, Lenneth letting out a cry that is muffled by Lezard's mouth. He makes his own sound in answer, a satisfied groan that has his kiss quickening. His hands on her waist begin to move Lenneth, bringing her up, slowly to the point he almost slides free of her body.

Only to let her drop, the ride down just as slow, just as teasing as it had been up. Lenneth feels every inch of him, his cock caressing over her insides. Rubbing far too pleasant sensation inside her, Lenneth letting out a reluctant moan. Lezard licks at the crook of her shoulder, teeth nipping there in a gentle, marking bite. His hands which had been moving her, suddenly stop, their bodies entwined together.

He's seated deep inside her, throbbing violently. She's only too aware of the life and vitality in that erection of his, Lenneth trying not to do answering squeezes in response to it. His hands have fallen free of her body, Lezard leaning back on his arms. Gazing up at her with a patient but expectant expression. He doesn't have to speak for Lenneth to guess what Lezard is waiting for. It's not enough to do this to her, he wants Lenneth to do it to herself. To go one step further, and move for him. To do the dance he has commanded of her.

She doesn't want to. Lenneth doesn't want to demean herself in this way. But the shaking of her body is a betraying motion, the trembles born not of fear, but of Lenneth's attempt to stay still. Her body doesn't care about her humiliation, her attempts to stave off this kind of defeat. It wants to comply to the rhythm Lezard had begun in her, to writhe and dance on top of him.

His mouth is a secretive half smile that blossoms into an appreciative grin when Lenneth begins to move. She closes her eyes to block out the sight, her stomach twisting with upset over what she is doing. But even that is not enough to get her to stop, Lenneth gripping his shoulders. Using them for support, as she begins to bounce in place on his lap. Lenneth's movements are quicker than what Lezard had been doing. She is trying to rush through this, hoping to end this latest torment. Her downward bounces are violent, almost hurting her with how it allows Lezard to stab deeper into her.

The sex is not as pleasant as it could be, and for that Lenneth feels a twisted gratitude. She doesn't want to enjoy this moment, doesn't want to climax after this latest demeaning act. Nor can Lezard hold out for long, not with the way she is riding him. It is a swift climax she gives him, feeling the liquid heat of his come erupting inside her. It can't all stay in, dribbling down out of her. She feels sticky and unpleasant, Lenneth wanting to cry. She actually flinches when Lezard puts his arms around her, the man kissing her with such tenderness it belies his inherent cruelty.

He doesn't pull them apart. Instead Lezard allows himself to fall against the bed cushions, with Lenneth on top of him. His kisses burn along the line of her jaw, Lezard whispering endearments into her skin. Talking about how she has pleased him, and how much he loves her. He continues those whisper, purring into her ear. As he tongue traces along the curve of it, Lenneth lays there and thinks. Wondering how in all of Creation, she had ended up in this place. In this situation, in bed with the one who had proven to be her worst enemy. It is a question that will linger long after Lezard has stopped kissing her, and gone to sleep. Even as he holds her close, possessive even in sleep, Lenneth will stay awake. Thinking on her past. Wondering if there had possibly been some way to prevent all this from happening...

So...ah this didn't go anyway like I first planned...the other day I was coloring, and let my mind wander. I had the thought to start something with the idea of how did it come to this, how did she end up in bed with her worst enemy, wiggling and writhing while he did some sexual act to her. The chapter was supposed to start that way, but when I sat down to write it, it didn't want to flow with those lines as an opening. So you got this instead...^^'' But it set up the lines for the end...(Which is probably better since Lezard wouldn't take so kindly to Lenneth being distracted while with him!) which is supposed to segue into this flashback. (Which will of course happen for twenty.) See one regret I had with this series, the main one was how it started. I like how it starts, but I couldn't help mourn that I dumped them and the readers into the middle of a situation that has been going on for months. Well, now I get to finally cover how it started! (Hopefully.)

In other news, I think this story has only a few chapters left. (Unless the flashbacks take forever to write and spread across several chapters. :O) I'm not sure one hundred percent...but there's an event I've been planning, which to me I think would end the story. I've been holding off on starting that event...just because of the "it ends the story probably." But also...I just worry about the ending, something in it...I'm holding off on writing it, in case I think of something else I want to write in between the flashback sequence and the ending stuff. Wish me luck either way! (I'll need it..X_X)

To Be Continued...

Michelle

Anonymous, hello my nameless reviewer! Of course, I think I might know who it is...I haven't reviewed too many one shots lately...so you're probably one of two people. XD You're welcome by the way! For the review I mean! Ha ha ha, yeah Lezard needs a lot of luck in that regard. But I feel that ship has sailed. It's gonna take something drastic and personality altering to get Lenneth to love him at this point in time. He's done too much...she can't forgive him. *whistles innocently.* And yeah, he's so possessive even if she gave in completely, and just accepted it, accepted him, he'd still want to keep her hidden away from the rest of Creation. He's THAT Possessive...oooh that might be a plot bunny that just wandered by..:O Though first I have to work on the flashback moments...*stuffs plot bunny into my closet* And I'm glad to hear this story somehow got you weirdly addicted to reading it! It's sorta like a trainwreck her torment...cant' look away, have to know what happens next. And smutty too..*blushes*

BlackMuse, thanks for the support! I'm afraid I can't do as you ask. I'm a writer first and foremost, and when I have an idea I have to follow through. Or at least start it. I'm not happy if I hold myself back. If that means I end up with a million fics, then so be it. I don't even have HALF my Lezard Lenneth stories on this site. Most I think are too dark to post...but they're also old and unfinished so I'd probably be too embarrassed to post them here. I only posted Dark Drabble on a dare from a friend, though lately I've taken the "Ah screw it/to hell with it" attitude, and am posting fics be they dark or light, onto this site. Why deprive those who do enjoy a dark Lezard Lenneth because of a few who might complain, you know? Maybe someday I'll go through MY site's content, and decide which of the oldies I could post here...who knows. Stranger things have happened.