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The air is warm and oddly soft.
(Do you want your life to end in this room, again and again, until Time dies and Shaitan is victorious? Stand by my side! Take my hand and stand with me once I slay Time itself!)
The faintly rippling pool at the edge of the fountain reflects the soft blue of the morning sky. The light is muted, warm gold on the leaves and flowers surrounding Shelley, as she trails a lazy hand through the water.

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He nodded with a look of fear and awe mimicked on his pretty features.
(You will not die, not now, not ever... His breath hissed in her ear.)
"Indeed, I am, Dear One."

His hand still holding hers. The soft grass and the sunlight around them.

(A grin as he kisses her. Leaning forward, he curses softly under his breath. Turning his body, he attempts to untangle himself from the sheets)

Shelley blinks up. It is the oddest expression she has ever seen him wear.
(Not even that allowed her. So tired... of the hurt and screaming and the fear- oh, the fear...)
"I shall have to release you," she tells him. "So I can get up." She lets go of his hand and raises herself on one elbow.

(A small, quiet laugh, just a little nervous as she tugs to help him extricate himself)

A tilt of his head. His delicate hand trails idly through the soft grass.
(His blue eyes glint and his smirk is sick and twisted. He just laughs.)
"Would you desire aid in rising, my lady?"

(With an intense look, the sheets pull back seemingly of their own volition. Elan laughs, shakes his head, and then returns his attentions to Shelley.)

"I am not quite that pathetic," she says dryly, getting to her feet.
(She breathes, slow and ragged, too exhausted to cry any more, too tired to fight.)
She does extend a hand to him, however, in case he needs help.

He looked at her hand, blue eyes glinting through dark hair. With a quick rush forward, he swept Shelley off her feet. One arm under her knees, the other on her back. His white robe against her thin black one.
(But it does not have to end like this...)
"I believe that the tables have been turned, Dear One."

(A more insistent touch. Pressure as his hand slides down her lithe body.)

An indignant gasp as she is lifted easily into his arms. She kicks her feet halfheartedly.
(I want it to stop. Please. Make it stop.)
"Yes indeed. Woe is me. I am a damsel in distress. Help!"

(A shudder, breath catching at the touch.)

Elan calmly glanced around, studying the garden. His brow furrowed slightly. A touch of a smile on his pretty face.
(A delicate touch trailing blood-her blood- across her cheek Only two ways out, Darling.)
"Unfortunately, there seems to be a notable lack of knights in shining armor to rescue the damsel from the clutches of the evil wizard."

(White curtains billowing in the moonlight. The cool breeze cannot touch them.)

Shelley looks up at him.
(No response but a shiver. Pain and cold and fear and anguish. It's so much blood...)
"Mmm, quite. Woe. Are you going to put me down at any point, or should I get comfortable?"

A light chuckle as he slowly walked with Shelley in his arms. Barefeet sifting through the soft grass. He stops on the stones of the fountain.
(An angry snarl, flecks of black in his eyes.)
"You may do as you see fit, and I will do as I see fit."
(His hand around her throat. Tight. No air. Crimson to crimson. Her blood on his hand and dripping from her throat.)
With the sunlight's shine in those eyes so blue, he kissed her. Quick and passionate, and a grin as pulled his mouth away from her.
(A bitter laugh as her breath drew fast-desperate. It will do you no good. Cry as you will. I will do as I see fit!)
(Moonlight. A flash of teeth so white and skin so fair. Wintergreen breath hissed across her left breast. Crimson to crimson. A chuckle as her back arched and her breath drew fast.)

Shelley laughs lightly, warmly, hand resting loosely on his shoulder.
(She is already crying, helpless, strangling as heavy blackness presses down over her vision. A tiny shake of the head- No, I... don't want to die)
"Evidently you will."

(Her lower lip caught between her teeth to hold back a cry)

He gave her an amused grin. The mist from the fountain washing his face. Rivulets, like tears, flowed down his face.
(He laughed coldly as he wiped a tear from her face.)
With a chuckle, Elan delicately tossed her into the fountain's cool waters.
(You have chosen, then. Chosen me.)
(A tangle of sheets. The smell of sex heavy in the night air. Her arms wrapped tightly around him. Safety, security, comfort. A satisfied grin as his arms draped over her.)

NO!
The water is cool and confusing, thoughts skittering away as images blur in the water. But with that lack of clarity comes her own mind's control. Fighting, horrified, against unyeilding water- sheets.
No I didn't, never would not that, never let him touch me, get out I don't want you here, please I got away
Pulling herself up, Shelley near-falls out of bed, staggering to her feet as she runs for the light. As brightness floods the comforting emptiness of her room, she loses any and all strength and sinks to the floor against the wall, shuddering convulsively.
I hate you, have you so much hate how dare you be in my mind
"No-no, get out, get out of my head."
I'm so tired. Help me, please.
Shaking and crying, she curls in and covers her face.

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