As I lay underneath him I felt the void from the fabric of time staring back at me. It was in Koschei's eyes. He had absorbed it; it had become part of him when he had stared at it as a child.

Koschei was mad. And I knew that I had mentioned it before, and I knew that I had told him myself and I knew that he even knew it himself. But I'd never really believed it. Or, to be more specific: I had never known what it meant to be mad.

But his stare said more than thousand words.

Three letters were completely sufficient.

MAD.

I closed my eyes to evade his hurtful stare.

This time I couldn't run. This time I would be forced to look back at it, to stare into the void.

To become as mad as him...

My eyes were closed tightly. I felt it through my shut eyelids; it stared at me; Koschei's madness originated from the void and now it was looking back at me.

I breathed in deeply and tried to bury my thoughts in my mind. I didn't even know how I managed to escape this horrible moment. But somehow I did it.

I searched through my memories, my thoughts and my mind; I searched for something I could hold on to. If I couldn't run physically then I had to do it in thoughts, I had to escape the reality, the terrible things that Koschei was going to do to me shortly and the void that tried to swallow my mind on the whole.

My mind was racing. All the words of my father were falling back on me and gushing through my brain at high speed.

All of them. Even the worst I had tried to deny and push to the back of my mind.

"Close your legs."
"Tie them together at night."
"Never put your legs up in the air."
"Don't spread your legs for anyone. And don't let anybody come near you."

"Close your legs and never open them again."

"Close your legs and don't let anything come between them."

"You've got such beautiful legs, Theta. Such beautiful, tempting legs."

"It's up to you to make sure that your legs are closed. Others will surely try to separate them, even against your will."

"Close your legs. That's the only way to protect yourself."

"Close your legs Theta."

I sobbed as I felt tears running down my cheeks. My eyes were shut so tightly that they hurt.

I pressed my legs around Koschei's knee in order to keep him from pushing my thighs apart.

Koschei's hair was stroking my neck - He must have lowered his head.

I opened my eyes cautiously and pressed my temples against his.

Koschei kissed my shoulders while trying to remove my garment. I breathed in deeply and slipped my fingers between his and my chest; I pressed my palms against his collarbone and thereby forced him to sit up again. One of his knees was still between my legs.

Waiting...

He was awaiting my reaction.

I gasped for air and searched Koschei's gaze uneasy. Koschei's eyes darkened, which was a good thing. The colour of his pupils had changed from glistening golden to gloomy amber. The fire in his eyes had died away, as motiveless as it had occurred.

I let my head fall back onto the wet grass and sighed in relief.

Koschei rubbed his cheeks against my neck whilst covering it with kisses.

But he felt that I didn't like it. And he enjoyed my reluctance.

He pushed his head against mine, knocking forehead on forehead. He came closer every time lowering himself onto me, pressing his chest against mine, pushing his hot and sweaty body against mine.

Coming closer... always coming closer...

He moved against my body restlessly, pushing on and on and on.

Koschei chuckled; he pulled the upper part of my garment upwards and buried his head in its fabric, snuggling his face against my shoulders.

Our heartbeats inclined. But they hadn't found a new rhythm together that they shared; my hearts struggled to keep up the pace with Koschei's. And somehow it felt as if they were forced to keep up with Koschei's hearts. As if Koschei managed to gain control over my body...

Koschei chuckled again. I felt him smiling as he kissed my naked shoulders, removing my garment. "You've got such beautiful legs, Theta" he whispered, imitating my father's voice "such beautiful tempting legs."

I blushed unintentionally and breathed rapidly, secretly hoping that I'd thereby manage to push his head off my chest.

How he dared to talk to me...

"Beautiful and tempting, that's what I'd always thought" Koschei chuckled and lifted his head, trying to look me in the eye. I snorted and turned my head aside, struggling to evade his gaze.

"Koschei you're disgusting" I hissed and gritted my teeth.

"Don't play innocent, Theta" smiled Koschei before giving it a little thought and adding "I know that you don't play innocent, of course. You are innocent. My innocent little Theta... with his tempting legs..."

"Stop calling me that!" I snapped and buried my hands in Koschei's hair, pulling his head upwards and thereby forcing him to face me.

"I don't want to hear it! How dare you call me that? How dare you, Koschei?!"

Koschei smirked. I slapped him in the face and was stunned by my own reaction. But I seemed to be more surprised than Koschei.

"It was your father's privilege to call you that, wasn't it?" he asked quietly and lowered his head, placing his forehead on mine, staring me in the eye deeply. I snarled at him.

"You don't have to prove your innocence" Koschei went on "you already did."

"Stop talking" I hissed between my gritted teeth "Just stop talking about innocence already."

"Robbing children of their innocence is a sin, your father would have said" Koschei chuckled, rubbing his nose against mine.

I breathed in deeply. "You're talking nonsense."

"As always" added Koschei and buried his face in my neck again.

"Then why don't you just shut up?" I snapped.

I couldn't control myself.

I couldn't hold back. I couldn't hold my tongue.

And Koschei seemed to be enjoying that, too.

I tried closing my legs and jammed Koschei's knee between my thighs.

Koschei moaned; either in pain or with pleasure.

And I blushed at my own imagination.

I didn't know why I thought that. I didn't understand what could be pleasurable about getting your knee wedged in by someone else. And I didn't know why the word "pleasure" even came to my mind.

But I guess it was something about Koschei.

Somehow pain was pleasure to him, I figured.

Koschei opened his eyes slowly again and smirked, lowering his head and moaning into my ear.

I tried to turn my head away in disgust but he grabbed my chin and forced me to remain in the same position.

I clamped his leg between mine and dug my hands into the wet grass beside me, staring at Koschei wide-eyed and panting.

"This will hurt you worse than me" Koschei whispered.

"It's worth a try, isn't it?" I replied uneasy and tried to shift under his strong body.

"You're skinny" Koschei nibbled on my ear and moaned quietly "you're delicate."

"And you're too heavy for me" I mumbled whilst trying to push him off my chest.

I struggled hopelessly as well as senselessly – there was no stopping Koschei.

If he wanted to achieve something, to reach for something...

Koschei lowered himself onto me again; our bodies touched shoulder on shoulder, chest on chest, groin on groin. I couldn't take my eyes off Koschei, the raving mad Koschei above me, who wouldn't stop struggling for control over my body.

Koschei smirked, he wouldn't stop smirking, not after I had slapped his face, hit him against the chest several times and I guess even if I had dared to strike a blow to his head he wouldn't have stopped smiling as well.

I panted. Koschei dug his nails into my ribs and I screamed as he grabbed my chest and weighed me down, pressing my body deeper into the wet grass.

Koschei had started moving his body against mine; his pelvis was placed on top of my upper edge of my hip bones, thrusting at my skinny haunch restlessly.

Koschei rubbed his groin against mine, letting out deep moans while I tried to bury my head in his chest; I wouldn't grant him the privilege to derive extreme arousal from watching me writhe in pain beneath his strong and heavy body. And most of all I didn't want him to see me blushing.

I felt the blood rushing down into my pelvic area and thought it to be likewise with Koschei. I felt the twitching of his crotch. He intensified his grip on me and pushed me down harder, causing me to yelp in pain and attempt senselessly to escape from him.

But there was no escaping Koschei.

Bit of a cliffhanger there again (I know!) but tomorrow Koschei's gonna bring it to an end properly...