Undoing

Treasca tried to free herself in earnest from Ladon in earnest his arms gripped her tighter, but he released her ear from between his teeth. He stared down at her expression darkening. He looked into the fire continuing to pet her like a dog.

"You know I really do hope you decide to join me willingly. I like you best like you are now, and if I have to absorb you I will miss your company. Having you slosh around me with the others just won't feel the same." Ladon looked back at her the flames reflecting in his eyes making him look even more ominous. Treasca felt herself grow pale as he spoke.

'If I don't accept he means to kill me.' She thought trying to suppress the panic in her gut. If anything she decided just to say she would be his then stall if possible. He cocked his head to the side as if listening to something just out of reach.

He stood up fast, and started walking towards a curtain that ran across the back wall of the room. He flug her over his shoulder making her yelp in suprise. Her head dangled down his back hair covering her face. He had her arms pinned, so she couldn't see what he was doing. She could hear a lock being opened then a door creak open. He strolled forward shutting the door firmly behind him. Ladon then tossed her on an absolutely huge bed. She really was getting tired of him throwing her around like a sack of potatoes. She thought sitting up on the thick blanket. He turned his back on her, and removed his shirt. Treasca's face turned beat red, and her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her ears. On his back was a black tattoo of wings, so realistic she wanted to reach out and see if the feathers felt as real as they looked. The tattoo sank down his back out of sight of this waist band. She wondered if it worked similarly to Brenton's tattoo, but she dared not ask her emotionally unstable captor. He turned back to face her his black hair flowed around his naked chest like a silken curtain. His eyes burned as he reached down to unclasp the button on his pants. Treasca looked away trying not to see. He chuckled at her, and she winced when she heard cloth hit the floor. When she felt him climb on the bed next to her she suppressed a sob. His strong fingers dragged her face back to his, and he pushed her back against the mattress. She put her hands against his chest trying to keep space between her, and his naked body. A feral grin was on his face as he looked down at her.

"Please, don't.." She started to say, but his lips silenced her.

"Shhhhhh." He mumbled into her mouth. He sat up, and grabbed her wrists pinning them with one of his large hands. His weight on her was nearly suffocating. His hips pressed into her thighs. He was hard as stone against her.

"I would very much enjoy taking you like this." He gasped raising his lips off hers a tiny bit. His lips still brushed her as he spoke.

"You promised not to hurt me." She said tears filling her eyes. They started to spill down into her hair.

"I would be gentle." He countered licking away the tears on her face.

"I think taking me against my will is hurting me." She said trying to stay calm, but her voice shook as she spoke.

"I could make you so willing you beg me to take you." He said licking down the side of her neck toward her chest. He stopped at the neckline of the bodice tracing it with his tongue. He let go of her hands sitting up so he startled her waist. Then rolled off her so she was left panting. He got under the covers on the other side of the bed then, and rolled away from her. Then he raised a hand and snapped his fingers then the room went pitch black around them.

Brenton sat pouring over scroll after scroll. He rose finally, and gathered the ingredients he had had Delyn gather for him. He lay each item out double checking each item against the scroll. In magic this complex it was best to use a focus. It was less that he was going to break the spell, but more weaken it by splitting it among several lesser items. The hot spring under his castle was ancient maybe even going back to the bed of time itself, so there was a lot of power the spell could feed off of. Delyn hovered near the door to the office not wanting to get any closer to his master, but Brenton didn't want the drake out of his sight. He doubted that Delyn could be influenced now that he knew it was there, but did not want to risk being forced to kill his servant. Despite his many mistakes and flaws Delyn was the closet thing that he had to a friend now that his brother had died. Brenton finally nodded to himself gathering the small items up in his arms. Two where small stuffed bears like that given to human toddlers, one was a giant silver spherical ball, and the last was a pewter dragon. Brenton really wasn't sure where the items had come from, but he guessed Delyn had been hoarding junk out of his sight for centuries. He walked purposefully back to the lower floors Delyn trailing behind quiet as a shadow. Once there Brenton laid each item in the four corners with the pewter dragon in the middle then he walked over and opened the door to the pitch black hot spring chanting under his breath.

"Dark to light, light to dark give the fire back its spark." The door crashed open as if pushed by a giant hand, and the darkness sprang into the room like a living thing. Brenton pushed it into the vessels with all his might wiiling it contained. Finally each item was black as if dipped in tar, but the hot spring beyond was once again filled with its low pulsing ember light. He just had to retrace the door the Shade used to get there, and he would have the thing gutted head mounted on his wall. Brenton clenched his fist, and strode forward.