The princess' nightmare

Shakada strode brusquely through the halls, ignoring the disdainful sneers from the Ruan guards. They couldn’t stand that she wielded enough power to still wear clothes even in the Royal Hall. Tradition meant nothing to her though. She wanted revenge. Once she had it, she’d smash the Ruan just as easily as she would Letine and her daughters. Liana was just the first, and she was missing the birthing because Orjan wanted to speak with her. The king had been getting impatient with her progress and refused to believe she was working as best as she could.

She wore a black leather corset that was designed to emphasize her breasts and reduce her waist to minuscule proportions. She also wore tight matching leather panties and thigh high boots. Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail for simplicity’s sake. If Cassandra could see her now, what would her old friend think? Shakada brushed that thought away as irrelevant.

The Royal Hall was an immense and intimidating room that dwarfed any person who entered. Rumored to have once housed giants, supposedly Orjan’s ancestor had cleared out the menace and claimed this seat as his own empire. Light streamed in from huge windows, illuminating every corner and tapestry. The red and brown colors waved as the brisk wind rushed along them.

Shakada knew not to show any sign of weakness as she crossed the large walk to the throne, even though she was winded by the time she got there. She kneeled for the king, letting herself catch her breath before saying, “Good morning, your Highness.”

“It is, wench,” Orjan said, the fat under his chin roiling as he looked down on her. “Must you defile my Hall in such a way?”

*Of course I do, * she thought, *especially with you taking me away from something so important. * All she said was “I thought I was given permission to wear clothing because of my plan?”

Orjan looked like he wanted to revoke that immediately, but the fat slob simply grunted and pulled at the chain of the woman sitting at his feet. Shakada had ignored her until now, but she noted quickly that it was not his normal concubine. This woman was dark-haired and lithe. She also was very frightened. “Remember that your status can change at any time, just like this one.”

“Who is she?”

“A woman from an outlying village of Rumond’s kingdom. We seized it recently. I picked this one out of many women brought to us. She used to own a tavern and was very wealthy. Now, she has her true place.” He yanked her to her feet and she trembled in front of Shakada, looking as if she was begging for help. Shakada did her best to remain stone-faced. There was no reason to give Orjan any excuses. “Entertain our guest. Pleasure yourself.” The slave blanched and shook her head, but Orjan twisted the chain and the woman gasped, clawing at her throat. Shakada struggled to swallow, but did nothing. Orjan finally released the chain and barked his order again. The defiance that she had shown vanished in a heartbeat as she began working her fingers on her pussy.

Shakada ignored the show. Orjan never had need to parade a new slave before, and she figured she better not give him any reason to put her on a chain. Magic or no, she could not defeat the entire Ruan army...yet. She shrugged as the slave worked. “Would it please you if I relaxed that rule for today?” she offered in a sultry voice, not really waiting as she pulled the strings on the corset. Orjan practically drooled as he watched her strip out of the leather, having never seen her nude yet. It was something she’d tried to avoid.

Her ample bosom bounced out as the corset was pulled off, sagging a little but still firmer than she should have been. One of the benefits of working magic on herself. She then turned, pulling the panties down slowly, giving the slob a long drawn-out view of her pert ass. The panties slid down her slender legs and she stepped out of them quickly. She turned, her legs spread to show she did not care if he saw her naked as she tossed the panties on top of the corset. She was not going to show shame to him, even with her trimmed bush out in the open for him to see. She left her boots on, however, in case he did try something and she needed to flee.

All Orjan did for a minute was leer at her as she folded her arms under her breasts. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for him to get over his gawking, ignoring the moans and mewling of the woman at his feet and the stiff breeze that brought goose bumps to her flesh. She ignored the appreciative stares from the guards and tried to get Orjan to focus on the task at hand. “Are you quite done?”

Orjan started, coming back to his surroundings. “Yes. To why I called you. Heh. Well, we were wondering when we might partake of the lovely princess.”

Shakada’s face darkened. Liana was hers and her pet’s. She’d grown attached to the little one and she wasn’t about to let a pig like Orjan touch her, now or ever. “Not just yet,” she said. “Not until the ritual is complete. Without it, you cannot hope to win.”

“I am not a patient man, wench. If the princesses are not delivered in a reasonable time, you will take their place.”

Shakada grimaced but said nothing. She had known it was a possibility. She just needed more time to be ready. She bowed her head, keeping her anger bottled in. The sow’s moans were grating on her nerves right now and all she wanted was to gather up her clothes and leave. When the woman cried out in orgasm, Shakada nearly exploded in rage.

Orjan smiled, petting the woman’s head slowly. “I thought I’d show you your fate if I don’t get what I want. Now hurry and complete your plans, or next time, it’ll be you in these chains, dancing for my amusement.”

Shakada nodded, gulping, and turned, sweeping up her outfit as she hurried out of the Royal Hall. *It won’t happen, * she thought, *I’d kill myself first. *

Shakada hurried back to her dwelling, avoiding the sneers and hands of the guards as she did. She was no longer in the mood to taunt them, trying to clamp down a fear that hadn’t filled her in some time. She was cursing herself for being weak by the time she shut the door behind her, her breasts heaving as she tried to calm herself. She looked at the clothes in her hand, and tossed them to the side, no longer needing them in her own place.

“You’re late,” a voice hissed as a tentacle slithered across the floor, wrapping up around her stomach and dragging her close. “It’s already happened.”

Shakada clicked her tongue in annoyance. “I knew it was a mistake to leave so soon.” She pet the creature’s tentacle lovingly. “I don’t understand how humans can be so repulsive, but Orjan takes the cake.” She purred a little. “At least I have you...”

The tentacle wrapped Shakada up, more coming to caress her bared skin. Shakada purred, her hands stroking the length of one as her skin was tantalized by the moving members. Two encircled her breasts, stroking along the mammaries in soft soothing motions. Shakada gave a soft sigh as her mate began to work her body up into a frenzy. One tentacle began running between her legs, the motion starting her juices flowing.

“Oh...” she moaned, taking the one in her hand and licking along its length. It shuddered a little and worked her breasts harder, sending thrill after thrill through her. The one between her legs pulled back, and began to push in, causing her to cry out in pleasure. The tentacle beast began thrusting in and out, its own juices mingling with hers to create a better lubricant.

“Oh gods!” she cried, her body shaking with pleasure. The tentacle throbbed as it pushed in and out, extending bumps along it that drove her body wild. She knew she would be cumming soon. Her mate always did get her going. Her first orgasm hit and her body bucked back. She stroked the tentacle harder, licking and sucking on it as she felt the cum from the first tentacle fill her body. It pulled out, shooting bits of cum onto her stomach as a second replaced the first. She gasped, working harder on the one by her mouth, wanting to give as good as she got for once. It hadn’t happened yet.

She still tried valiantly, but soon she was lost in a sea of orgasms, the pleasure unlike anything else she’d ever experienced. She simply tried to keep up as her mate thrust into her holes with wild abandon. She was soon covered in the slimy cum and it was all she could take to keep from blacking out as her energy drained. The tentacle beast knew how it was though and was not about to impregnate her again without her consent. Instead it took its own pleasure and gave her many times over.

After it was over, she lay on the floor, mewling in pleasure as the last shudders played through her. “Incredible...as always...” she said, letting it help her to a bath to clean up. She reluctantly washed the liquid off, taking a little more and sucking it off her fingers. Heaven. That’s what she’d found after her banishment. And she would be given the highest place when Letine’s kingdom became hers. Her mind wandered to what she’d do with her former friend. Maybe she’d chain up the bitch and her whelps just like the poor innkeeper. She shook her head, dunking it in the water. *No, I won’t become like Orjan. Just give her to my offspring. * But was that a big enough punishment for her revenge? Or was it too much?

“What did the human want?” Her mate asked, the slithering language only she, and now Liana, could hear breaking into her worries. Shakada explained the meeting in detail and she felt the creature bristle. “May I disembowel him?”

Shakada shook her head. “Not yet, Hrrleth. Soon.” It was the name it’d given her, because it was something she could actually say. “I need the other talismans, or I will not have enough power, even with your help.” She didn’t want to talk about this yet. “May I check on Liana and the little ones?”

Her mate gave a non-verbal assent, though she could feel its impatience, and she walked with it, checking in on the young girl. Liana was mewling softly, her small but nude body covered in clear teal fluid from her breasts down. Her eyes were somewhat glazed and Shakada wondered if she’d looked the same when she’d gone through her only birth.

There were two small tentacle monsters that were growing quickly before her eyes, not the three she’d been hoping for. “One died during birth. A sad loss,” Hrrleth said, answering her unspoken question. She reached down to pet one and smiled sadly. Liana might not be aware of it, but the girl was slowly going to become accustomed to this. Her army would come from all four daughters of the hated false queen.

She picked the creatures up, cuddling in to her mate as they fawned over the growing mass of tentacles. *Soon now, and we’ll have more additions to our family. *


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Saisha woke in a cold sweat, the oldest of the princesses clutching her nightgown to her chest like a security blanket. It had been two weeks since Liana had vanished from her own bedroom, and it did not help that there were now guards stationed inside her room as well as that of the twins. If she’d dared, she’d have the man thrown out. She didn’t like the way he looked at her, and she was fairly certain he’d been sneaking peeks of her as she bathed. She couldn’t complain to Father however. He had gone searching for Liana, leaving his council to deal with the fall of Carne. He didn’t have time for her fanciful musings.

Mother wasn’t much better. She had locked herself in with that horrid priest, supposedly praying for her daughter’s safe return. Saisha knew all too well what was really going on in those walls, and why her mother refused to see anyone unannounced. It was enough to make her sick.

None of these were the reason for her night terrors. Instead, her old dreams had resurfaced. Time and again, she would find herself dreaming of battle, of a sword in one hand and flames surrounding her and her enemy. She dreamt of blood and sweat, steel and sorcery, life and death, some of the last by her hands, occasionally her own.

She wanted nothing to do with that. She had gone so far as to deny her nature, turning herself into a dainty princess more and more, fawning over knights and learning what she would to be a good wife to a future husband. Mellioni had chastised her on more than one occasion when she’d tried to get her younger siblings to be more ladylike, claiming her earlier faults. “That was when I was young and foolish,” she’d say haughtily, trying to ignore the nagging in the back of her mind. She didn’t want glory. She just wanted to live on.

This night was unlike any other night. She could still feel something pulling at her as she rose to get a drink of water. The guard’s eyes were on her at all times, and she felt as though the nightgown had become shear and transparent under his gaze. She could order him to look away, but it would do no good. The guards assigned to her were not to lose sight of her at any time, but why this Goran had to be with her at nights was beyond her.

She stared down into the mug, her own reflection staring back. The vivid green eyes were questioning her and the shadows underneath them were obvious signs of her lack of sleep. Her black hair, unique in her family, was a mess, hanging in limp strands, almost mocking her with her exhaustion. Her angular face showed signs of weariness. It was a stranger staring back, not her own face.

The cool water slithered down her throat, trying to clear her head of the disturbing thoughts that ran through them. It did no good. The feeling of danger and peril rose, filling her in a way she’d never felt before as she tried to make it stop. It was even clearer now than it had been two weeks ago. She gripped the table, not sure what she was going to do.

Her decision was made when, clear in her mind, came a cry of pain. Her sisters were in trouble. She spun, knocking off the mug and it clattered to the ground, sturdy enough not to break. “I’m going out,” she said, not wanting him to follow her. “I will be back later.” She hurried to her closet, grabbing a cloak that would protect her from the cold in the hall. She didn’t feel she had time for anything else.

“I’m sorry, princess, but I cannot allow you to leave,” Goran said, his body barring her way.

“Just who do you think you are, getting in my way? Be off with you. I don’t have time for you to prattle on about orders and duty.”

Goran didn’t budge. “You are to remain here, princess, until she comes to collect you.”

*Collect me? * She didn’t like the sound of that. She tried to push past him, but he was bigger and stronger and easily held her back. She screamed for other guards to help, but the other guards did not even try to open the door.

“They can’t help you now, young one.” He began to walk toward her, a grin stretching across his face. “We are going to play for a bit, then Lady Shakada will be along for you as well, once she’s done with your sisters.” He neared one of the torches and in the low light, she saw his eyes gleam inhumanly. His face was changing as he moved closer, extinguishing the torch, thankfully masking the transformation in the dark. When he stepped back into the light, she had wished the torches had all been out.

His face was bloated and his skin was a sickly blue. One eye was larger than the other, and completely golden. The other still looked human, but had turned a frightening red. His nose had flattened into a snout with snot running from it and it had a forked tongue that was as thick as his fat fingers and longer than his whole head. He grinned and yellowed cracked teeth made her gag. “No reasson why I can’t tasste the goodss firsst though.”

Saisha screamed, turning to run. The creature grabbed her arm and spun her around. She landed hard on the table and he flipped her over so she was facing him. He leaned down over her, his foul breath on her face. Every time she tried to get away, he easily pulled her back. Her cloak was tossed to the side and the grotesque hands grabbed her nightgown, tearing it down the middle, exposing her well-rounded breasts and a small gold necklace with a ruby in the pendant that hung between them. The forked tongue came out, lapping at both her nipples at once.

Saisha was horrified and disgusted, but her attempts to get him off her were futile. He continued to lap at her nipples, making them hard as a rock. She cried out in indignation, but he paid no heed, sounding more and more like a pig rooting around. The fabric of her nightgown tore again, a sickening sound that grated on her. His stubby hands pawed her flesh, rubbing along her now-bared stomach. His breath was hot and sticky on her stomach and smelled of garlic and something else she wasn’t sure she wanted to identify.

The creature that passed as Goran was laughing at her now as it tore the rest of her nightgown, baring her underclothes. Saisha tried to force him back as he slurped back his tongue and gripped the covering with his teeth. The flimsy fabric stood no chance, tearing and revealing her secret spot to him. “I’ve been waiting for thisss.” He indulged himself, stick his tongue into her sex and swirling it around in her juices. Saisha howled in disgust, but could not shove him away from her.

Saisha knew she couldn’t just accept it, no matter how strong he was. She began to twist and turn to try and roll out from his grasp. That only seemed to make him mad as he began smacking her thighs in response. She whined each time, her body warming as he lapped at her, but she didn’t give up. She kept trying to move, even as her thighs were turning red.

Finally, Goran had enough, picking her up and throwing her down on the floor. Pain laced up her back and she gasped as he kicked her over onto her chest, tearing the remaining pieces of her gown off. She began to crawl away, trying to find somewhere to go. “You think you can get away? You’re mine to play with.” He jumped on top of her, turning her over and laying down. She felt something between her legs and she knew why he’d taken his time. She reached for anything, hoping to find a way out. She felt something hard and grabbed it like a lifeline.

Goran came down, trying to kiss her, and Saisha swung the mug, slamming it into the beast’s head. Goran seemed stunned and stumbled back off her. Saisha didn’t need to think, standing and hitting him again and again with it until it shattered. Goran fell backward with the last hit, slamming into the post on the bed and spinning to the ground with a loud thud. Saisha approach him slowly, ready to run if need be, but he did not get back up again. She wasn’t sure whether he was dead or unconscious, but she didn’t want to wait around to find out. She tossed the handle to the ground, looking around quickly. She needed to find something to throw on and find her sisters.

The medallion around her neck gave a soft glow and she felt warm inside. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again, she was in a light red dress that came down to just above her knees. It had gold filigree along the neckline, the end of the sleeves and the hem of the dress. It was a repetitive design that appeared to be dragons. Though it was modest in cut, the fabric fit to her form like a glove, and it was so light she felt like she wasn’t wearing anything. She stepped from side to side and was amazed at how well she could move in it. It did show off her curves a bit too well, but Saisha decided it couldn’t be helped.

She wanted to know where it had come from, but that could wait for a later time. She hurried into the corridor, not surprised to see the other guards for her lying unmoving on the floor. She knew that any true guards would have come to her aid but, unconscious or dead, Goran had made sure they wouldn’t be interrupted. She raced through the castle, ignoring the cold and grit on her bared feet. The feeling she got was just getting worse.

She slowed as she neared the twins’ chamber. The two guards stood motionless outside, as two pages also sat, yawning and dicing on the floor. She wondered if any more were like Goran. She decided her best course was the normal one. She strode up, trying to keep the air of a princess around her. The pages stopped their game as she entered, the dice clattering to the floor as they stared in shock. Saisha tried to ignore them. The guards did not seem fazed at all.

“Princess, it’s not safe to be out and about. Please go back to your room. These gentlemen will escort you.”

Saisha ignored the looks the pages gave, folding her arms. “I am here to see my sisters. Until I have done so, I have no intention of returning to my room. Now step aside.”

“They are sleeping, my lady. I doubt...”

“I don’t want to hear any more of your nonsense. I want to see them and I want to see them now.”

Silence fell over the group and the tension was palpable. The pages looked back and forth, obviously unsure of whether to respect the wishes of the princess, or the orders of the more seasoned knights. One of them finally came forward, tentatively touching her arm. “My lady, please come with us. They’ll be available in the morning...”

Saisha ignored his plea, staring down the knights. Something seemed wrong with her eyes. The knights looked...blurry. The page, however, was clear as water to her. She focused a little more on the blurriness and she was nearly sick. She didn’t know why she knew it, but she knew that blurriness was evil.

“Please Princess,” one knight said, “Josef is right. They will take care of you.”

Saisha freed her arm from Josef’s grasp. Her eyes narrowed. “Move, or I’ll move you.”

The other page slipped between her and the knights. “Please, m’lady. It’s late, and we’re all scared, but this isn’t the right time...”

He never finished what he was going to say. A tendril wrapped around his throat and his eyes bulged as he choked. Saisha started toward him, but Josef pulled her down as another whistled overhead, cracking the stone behind them with incredible force. She thanked the young page as he pulled her away from the two men. She watched in horror as the page struggled for air, wanting to help him. Even if she could have, she wasn’t given the time. The tendril tightened, and the young boy’s neck snapped, his struggles ended.

Hatred filled her as she stared at the two knights. She stood up, glaring at them. Their eyes were glowing, a sickly red that filled the corridor. She clenched her fists, anger rising as they laughed. Josef pulled her back as another tendril slammed into the corner, small chunks flying everywhere. She looked back, but she couldn’t run, even with Josef urging her.

“You’re crazy,” Josef cried, “You want to meet Lady Death?”

“They aren’t going to hurt me,” she answered. “I’m a delivery, just like Liana. They’re just having fun, but they’ll kill you.” She scowled, glancing around the corner, then ducking back. “And I’m not abandoning my sisters. You should flee though.”

Josef shook his head. “S’my job, Princess. I’ll protect you.” He glanced by, then scrambled back. Another tendril hit the stone and Josef hissed. “I don’t know what’s happened. Roudy and Kottas were your father’s finest knights. Metrin and I were so happy we were doing night watch with the best.”

Saisha sighed. “Stay back, you young fool. I don’t want to bury you both.” It confirmed something she thought she saw. The two men were possessed. She didn’t want to hurt them now, but she couldn’t figure out how to get by them otherwise.

“What do we do then?” he asked.

She heard her sister cry out in her mind again and the fear changed to anger. A warmth filled her like she’d never felt before. It flowed through her body and spurred her to her feet. She ignored Josef’s worried question, the shards of rock from another blow and the laughter of the knights who knew she was still there. “Do not worry, young page. I will handle this.”

She walked into the corridor, staring down the possessed men. “You want me? You’ll have to come and get me.”

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When the mirror in the twins’ room turned sky-blue, Ficia barely had the strength to notice. The creatures that had invaded the room had attacked them as they slept. Both she and Mellioni had been wrapped up before they could cry for help, an appendage stuck in each of their mouths that allowed them to breathe but was stroking up and down as it worked. Both nightgowns lie in tatters on the floor, the garments ripped from their bodies. Their bodies had been exposed, and were now suspended off the floor.

Ficia had been forced to watch as her sister had her legs pried apart, and one of the tendrils forced its way into her pussy, shoving in and starting to move all around. She could even see it sometimes as it moved within her sister’s body. The fat purplish tentacles writhed all over Mellioni’s body, assaulting her as her muffled screams tore at Ficia’s soul.

Ficia had clamped her legs together as quickly as she could, and the being behind the thin teal tendrils seemed to be enjoying that just fine. They had wrapped around each of her legs and were putting a constant amount of tension that required her to strain to hold her legs shut. Every time she let up, a tendril brushed her pussy, teasing her enough to go back to it. She knew she couldn’t keep it up forever. Once she gave in and spread her legs, she wouldn’t have any strength to fight back again.

The problem was that every time she thought she had herself steady, one would push at her ass or encircle her breasts, rubbing them temptingly, and she’d lose her focus. Her legs would slip apart and she’d have to use more energy to close them. It was no longer a matter of if she would be invaded like Mellioni, but just how much longer it would play with her.

A woman dressed in black came into view, the outfit accentuating every curve on her body. She ran a hand lovingly over Mellioni’s stomach and Ficia thought she saw her twin writhe in pleasure. It was a disturbing sight. The woman was fawning over her sister like one would a treasured pet.

She smiled, patting Mellioni on the head as she came over toward Ficia. “Seems my other child likes to play with its pet.” Ficia glared even as the burning in her legs became excruciating. She wanted to fight back, but her body was so heavily entwined that she couldn’t move to attack. “You are a feisty one. Not like your younger sibling.” The woman ran a hand along Ficia’s cheek. “I’m going to enjoy watching that glower fade away to nothing.”

Ficia wanted to shout for help, to yell at the woman that she was a princess and didn’t deserve this. The throbbing tentacle in her mouth prevented any of that. Instead, she could only glare at her as she tired fast. The woman smirked at her expression and her gloved hand came up, cupping her breast and kneading it. Ficia turned her head, her muffled whimpers the only response as she nearly stopped clenching.

The woman didn’t let up though, caressing both her breasts softly and Ficia felt her last remnants of will draining from her. She released her legs and the tension spread them wide. She saw a tentacle come up and she closed her eyes, her fate having been decided.

A loud whoosh caught Ficia’s attention and her eyes snapped open. None of the people moved, all beings focused on the sounds from outside the room. There was a quick sucking sound, as though a giant was gulping in air. Then the door to their room crashed into the room, flames and the body of one of the knights following. The body in armor clanged to the ground and Ficia winced at the sound, wondering what else had come for them.

Saisha stepped into the room, surveying the mess, followed by one of the young pages, who was looking very frightened. Saisha focused directly on the woman in black. “Let my sisters go.”

If any of this fazed the woman in black, she didn’t show it. In fact, she laughed. “Well, well. You’ve saved me the trouble of having to come get you, at the least.” She said something else in a hissing tongue, and the creature holding Mellioni dropped her twin and went after Saisha, moving faster than she thought possible.

Saisha didn’t run. She brought up her arms to her chest and fire swirled around her and the page, creating a protective barrier. The tentacles hit the barrier and the most awful screeching sound echoed through the room. Mellioni curled up with her hands to her ears and Ficia wished she could do the same.

The creature retreated as the woman near her cursed. Saisha wasn’t through, as she threw a few small darts of fire at the one holding Ficia. The tentacles withdrew quickly, dropping Ficia to the bed, and the darts hit the stone behind them. They wrapped around the woman in black, pulling her away from the flames, protecting her. She turned and ran for the mirror.

“No you don’t,” Saisha said coldly, shooting a small gout of flame at the woman.

Saisha’s aim was true, but one of the creatures threw itself in the way of the flame, it’s death wail painfully loud and only the woman’s yell of “No!” for her loss matched it. Ficia cowered on the bed, covering her ears and shutting her eyes. As the noise faded, Ficia looked up. The woman was gone.

Saisha picked herself up from where she’d fallen to the ground, her hands coming off her own ears. She walked over to where the charred remains were, shuddering as she looked down. Ficia didn’t wait for her to turn around, running to her older sister and hugging her as tight as possible. She just wanted to cry and be held there. Saisha’s arm came around her and Ficia was vaguely aware of Mellioni joining them.

The page brought robes, covering the princesses in silence and allowing them a moment to themselves. Ficia didn’t care. She was safe for now, and in her sister’s arms. That was all that mattered.

It was the page who broke the silence. “M’lady. Are Roudy and Kottas...?”

Saisha looked at him for a moment, and then shook her head. “They will be alright. I did enough to knock the spirits from them, but they’ll survive.”

Ficia looked up at her sister’s face, having all kinds of questions. Her jaw hurt and she only managed one word. “How?”

Saisha grimaced. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. I just knew what I was doing, like an instinct. I just hope it doesn’t happen again.” She let go of her siblings and walked over to the mirror. She stood in front of it, staring for a long time before she grabbed the frame and tipped it over, letting it shatter on the floor.