Flowers Under the Moon
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,369
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Moontime
Flowers Under the Moon
Chapter 8: Moon Time
Rachel heard his screams but she could not move or say anything. It was like she was dying but at the same time, she knew she was not. They were so close to winning and then Stefano had come. Darkness was coming as her eyes closed but instead of the cold that she thought was coming, there was warmth. Where am I? Was this all a dream? But yet as her eyes opened, she heard soft talking and she was lying on a bed of white satin. As she moved to get up, she found that it was quite difficult as her hands were tied to the poles above her head and her feet were just bound together. A chill came over her body but she saw that her dress was still intact, so he had not touched her. Nor will he ever do so, she thinks bitterly as she hears the heavy footsteps coming over to the bed. Quickly she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but that did not stop him. Stefano sat down on the bed and stroked a gloved hand against her face, the velvet making it feel smooth.
“I know you are awake,” Stefano whispered into her ear as he softly kissed it. This caused her eyes to open wide and her body to try to squirm away from him. She got a bit away as Stefano chuckled softly. “You forget that I told you I would make you mind…even if I do have to wipe your mind clean first. Yet…I think we shall try a different way first, don’t you think?” He asked as she heard the ruffling of clothing.
Her eyes closed as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Please, let me go,” she pleaded as she continued to look away from him. “There othiothing more that I can give you. I just want—“
“You want your lover,” Stefano growled as he roughly turned Rachel over so that he could see her. He was naked and she kept her eyes on his chest, knowing that if she looked down, it would break her. “He is dying, even as we speak,” he purred as he lifted her chin up to see him and stroked her cheek with his other hand. “You can either become mine willingly or you can be punished first.”
She spat into his face, her eyes showing hate. “You can rot in hell for all I care.” He slapped her face, making her recoil in pain while he reached for his whip.
“Now…you shall know the true meaning of pleasure and pain,” Stefano said as he ripped the dress off of Rachel’s body. His eyes widen at her perfect form, but he could not touch yet. The lesson first and the pleasure after, he thought as he licked his lips. The whip flared out as he brought it down on her flesh, making it tear and bleed.
She bit down on her lower lip, tears starting to fall faster now. Damascus, her mind cried, help me my love. Help me…I cannot stay for long.
*~*~*~*
As the three ran up towards Stefano’s chambers, Damascus stopped as he presses his hand to his head. Tristan and Akastus stop and turn to look at him, their eyes questioning. “Its Rachel…the bastard is hurting her,” Damascus said through clenched teeth as flame rose in his eyes. “How much farther do we have to go?”
“Not far at all,” Akastus says as he looked down the hall. “We haven’t met any opposition…it is unlike Stefano.”
“Yes,” Damascus answered bitterly, “he hides behind the ones that he can control.”
Akastus and Tristan nodded in agreement to him as they started to move through the corridor again. But no sooner had they started that they were stopped by four captains of the guard. Akastus readied the bow and shot straight at the heart of one of the four, killing him instantly. Damascus and Tristan rushed at the two of the remaining three as Akastus shot again but was deflected. “Kill those two!” A new voice called, deep and rich. “Leave the Prince alive for the master’s judgment!”
“Like hell he will pass judgment on me!” Damascus yelled as he sunk his katars deep into the man he was facing. The man fell as Tristan killed off his and went to help Akastus. “Who are you to think that he will?”
“I am Liam, the second in command of Lord Woflwood,” he said with an evil smirk. “You three will not pass me.”
“A bit presumptuous, aren’t you?” Damascus questioned as he raised his katars in front of his chest. Liam pulled out his sword and gave a small salute to the Prince.
“No, I just know,” Liam said as he lunged forward, his sword going towards Damascus’ stomach, which was unprotected. But the Prince parried the sword and with his other katar, pushed into Liam’s chest.
“I told you that you were presumptuous,” Damascus said as he pulled out the katar and then took off Liam’s head. “Come on,” he said to the other two and they started to run for the door to the chambers that were close. As soon as he got there, he kicked the doors in. His eyes widened in shock as he saw a blood stained bed, but no body. “Where is she?” he whispered softly as his eyes started to look around the room in frenzy.
“You do not have to look far,” Stefano’s voice broke through the Prince’s frenzy. Stefano pulled back his cloak and all three saw Rachel, weak from blood loss as her wounds healed by themself. Her eyes looked at Damascus and they pleaded for his help.
“Let her go Stefano,” Damascus said in a weak voice. “Your captains are dead, so is your second in command. There are none left you can hide behind, not even her,” he finished with a strong voice as he concentrated. Rachel’s body moved into his arms as he wrapped them around her protectively. “Kill him,” he said to Tristan who growled a yes.
“I do not think so,” Stefano said as he pressed a stone in the wall and disappeared. Tristan blinked at the stop in confusement but then looked to Damascus.
‘It does not matter; he has no place to run to. Lets go,” Damascus ordered as the castle started to shake, the ceiling almost falling on him and his beloved. The group started to run, not looking back.
Chapter 8: Moon Time
Rachel heard his screams but she could not move or say anything. It was like she was dying but at the same time, she knew she was not. They were so close to winning and then Stefano had come. Darkness was coming as her eyes closed but instead of the cold that she thought was coming, there was warmth. Where am I? Was this all a dream? But yet as her eyes opened, she heard soft talking and she was lying on a bed of white satin. As she moved to get up, she found that it was quite difficult as her hands were tied to the poles above her head and her feet were just bound together. A chill came over her body but she saw that her dress was still intact, so he had not touched her. Nor will he ever do so, she thinks bitterly as she hears the heavy footsteps coming over to the bed. Quickly she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but that did not stop him. Stefano sat down on the bed and stroked a gloved hand against her face, the velvet making it feel smooth.
“I know you are awake,” Stefano whispered into her ear as he softly kissed it. This caused her eyes to open wide and her body to try to squirm away from him. She got a bit away as Stefano chuckled softly. “You forget that I told you I would make you mind…even if I do have to wipe your mind clean first. Yet…I think we shall try a different way first, don’t you think?” He asked as she heard the ruffling of clothing.
Her eyes closed as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Please, let me go,” she pleaded as she continued to look away from him. “There othiothing more that I can give you. I just want—“
“You want your lover,” Stefano growled as he roughly turned Rachel over so that he could see her. He was naked and she kept her eyes on his chest, knowing that if she looked down, it would break her. “He is dying, even as we speak,” he purred as he lifted her chin up to see him and stroked her cheek with his other hand. “You can either become mine willingly or you can be punished first.”
She spat into his face, her eyes showing hate. “You can rot in hell for all I care.” He slapped her face, making her recoil in pain while he reached for his whip.
“Now…you shall know the true meaning of pleasure and pain,” Stefano said as he ripped the dress off of Rachel’s body. His eyes widen at her perfect form, but he could not touch yet. The lesson first and the pleasure after, he thought as he licked his lips. The whip flared out as he brought it down on her flesh, making it tear and bleed.
She bit down on her lower lip, tears starting to fall faster now. Damascus, her mind cried, help me my love. Help me…I cannot stay for long.
*~*~*~*
As the three ran up towards Stefano’s chambers, Damascus stopped as he presses his hand to his head. Tristan and Akastus stop and turn to look at him, their eyes questioning. “Its Rachel…the bastard is hurting her,” Damascus said through clenched teeth as flame rose in his eyes. “How much farther do we have to go?”
“Not far at all,” Akastus says as he looked down the hall. “We haven’t met any opposition…it is unlike Stefano.”
“Yes,” Damascus answered bitterly, “he hides behind the ones that he can control.”
Akastus and Tristan nodded in agreement to him as they started to move through the corridor again. But no sooner had they started that they were stopped by four captains of the guard. Akastus readied the bow and shot straight at the heart of one of the four, killing him instantly. Damascus and Tristan rushed at the two of the remaining three as Akastus shot again but was deflected. “Kill those two!” A new voice called, deep and rich. “Leave the Prince alive for the master’s judgment!”
“Like hell he will pass judgment on me!” Damascus yelled as he sunk his katars deep into the man he was facing. The man fell as Tristan killed off his and went to help Akastus. “Who are you to think that he will?”
“I am Liam, the second in command of Lord Woflwood,” he said with an evil smirk. “You three will not pass me.”
“A bit presumptuous, aren’t you?” Damascus questioned as he raised his katars in front of his chest. Liam pulled out his sword and gave a small salute to the Prince.
“No, I just know,” Liam said as he lunged forward, his sword going towards Damascus’ stomach, which was unprotected. But the Prince parried the sword and with his other katar, pushed into Liam’s chest.
“I told you that you were presumptuous,” Damascus said as he pulled out the katar and then took off Liam’s head. “Come on,” he said to the other two and they started to run for the door to the chambers that were close. As soon as he got there, he kicked the doors in. His eyes widened in shock as he saw a blood stained bed, but no body. “Where is she?” he whispered softly as his eyes started to look around the room in frenzy.
“You do not have to look far,” Stefano’s voice broke through the Prince’s frenzy. Stefano pulled back his cloak and all three saw Rachel, weak from blood loss as her wounds healed by themself. Her eyes looked at Damascus and they pleaded for his help.
“Let her go Stefano,” Damascus said in a weak voice. “Your captains are dead, so is your second in command. There are none left you can hide behind, not even her,” he finished with a strong voice as he concentrated. Rachel’s body moved into his arms as he wrapped them around her protectively. “Kill him,” he said to Tristan who growled a yes.
“I do not think so,” Stefano said as he pressed a stone in the wall and disappeared. Tristan blinked at the stop in confusement but then looked to Damascus.
‘It does not matter; he has no place to run to. Lets go,” Damascus ordered as the castle started to shake, the ceiling almost falling on him and his beloved. The group started to run, not looking back.