Love's Secret Domain

She was hiding in the bushes, her eyes darted around, searching out predators. Her tiny heart beat at twice its normal rate and she shivered in fear. There were traces of grass and herbs on her tongue. Folding her ears back, she sniffed at the air. There was the stench of human odor, old odor, unclean. Tilting her head to the side she detected the smell... it was familiar but strange to her tiny nostrils. It made her whiskers twitch in confusion and she hopped forward for a closer look.



Looking out of one side of her face, she saw him. It was him, wasn't it? Dirt caked and sorrowful, warn and ragged, blistered from the sun... but it was. It was him! She raised up on her hind legs, her paws pulled in against her soft body. Phineas! Phineas! Phineas! In a flash her body was swept up and her throat was punctured. Oh Phineas, I love you, I love you so much, please, please come back to me. Phineas!



"PHINEAS!" Adalia shrieked. She tried to sit up in the bed but the straps that bound her arms down caught and she slammed back against the white sateen sheets, her red hair splayed out like a fiery halo around her face. Bits of it stuck to the side of her face and her chest heaved and was damp with a thin sheen of sweat. Her shell pink chemise stuck to her in places as her eyes darted around the room, trying again to place herself. Flexing her fists against the restraints, she screamed out again in sheer frustration and sced wed wildly trying to free her arms and legs.



That name. That name struck terror in Daniel's heart even still. Not just because he was the man who took his manhood from him, but because of what a strong hold he had on the woman now seizing angrily on the bed. His heart was pourous and trecherous. He knew that even from the start. In as much as he could love, he loved this woman he restrained. It was a sick obsession, an infatuation. She gave the Order its strength, its basis, but beyond that she was utterly unattainable, feral, wild - it drove him mad.



All the other women in the Order were nothing. They were simple whining cunts. Slime trails that begged for his attentions because of his power. They were all cingy and needy. It didn't interest him in the least. He was a dominating man and he liked to control. However, controlling most women was as easy as controlling a chair. Easier, perhaps, because they wanted it so desperately they would go overboard in trying to please him, making him feel disgusted with their weakness, ultimately leading to their demise.



Adalia, now that girl put up a fight. Even when she submitted it was never out of love or even a desire to. She had to be forced. Her mind was always working, always seeking an escape. Her surrenders were minor and defiant and usually rather short-lived. Daniel loved it. Every minute of the fight, he adored. Even when she plucked his eye out of his face, when she tried to rip his tongue out of his mouth, he loved it. Loved her.



He'd had the bed altered so that she could be strapped to it like she was in the ward when they'd checked her in. He slept next to her, resting his head on her breast and wrapping his arms and legs around her. It was obvious she hated having him near her, and he took a special delight in that. At first he had tried chaining her to him, wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle. They hadn't been chained like that for even a full minute before he realized what a tragic mistake that was.



It was exhilerating although frightening. Like being strapped to a rampaging wild cat. He wondered vaguely if she'd wanted it, wanted to be tied to him in an extreme cage match. He'd never regretted having those acrylic nails put on her more then when she immediately went for his eyes with them. Though she was slight of frame and stringy of bone and muscle, she had a ruthlessness that made her a viciously dirty fighter. Tender parts went first, and though his dominant right hand had sufficiently been able to jerk her arm away, her left index finger caught hard into his eye socket, sunk in and caught purchase behind his eye. His own hand jerking back caused the fragile tissue to rupture around it, demolishing the the organ in a savagely quick jerk of rage.



It took a moment for Adalia to realize she'd done it. Though Daniel was howling with a screaming fit, the woman was still kicking and slapping and scratching everything she could. When her arms were stuck up by his face with Daniel's hands covering his face, she paused, noted the blood and odd goo from his eye, she cackled in a strangled victory and fell back with a happy and fulfilled glow. That satisfaction was short-lived, however, as the guards realized what was going on and swooped down on her to unlock her from the wailing man and strapped her back on the bed. And Daniel had never been more in love in his life. "Bitch."



"Phineas is dead, Dolly." He took a special pleasure in reminding her of that fact whenever his name came up, even though the subject wormed a jealous doubt in his heart.



Adalia lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "Right." But she didn't believe it. No, not for a second. He was alive. he was somewhere... foresty. Nearish. No. He was still a ways away but he was coming, he was on his way. She knew this for a fact. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. "He's dead. It's all hopeless."



Tapering his eyes, Daniel looked hard at her. That was too defeatist. She knew something, she must. "That's right, Dolly, you have no hope except with me. I'm the only one who loves you. You love me, don't you Dolly?"



"Pfft. Go fuck yourself, Daniel."



His eyes scanned her for a moment and then he peered around the room. "We have another ceremony tonight. I'll have the girls in here to prepare you," he said as he approached her slowly with the hypodermic needle.



She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Don't."



"I have to. I can't have you blinding the followers," he snarked. "This will gentle you down nicely."



She strained again against the bonds and let out a loud scream of frustration as he sat on her arm and tied it off with the rubber torniquet. Giving another shriek as the needle pierced her flesh, she felt the fiery tingle of the thick demerol pushing into her vein. "Fucker," she slurred.