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Resistance (Part 2)She closed the remaining distance between them as her hands came to stroke his temples and trail down the side of his face just along his neck before moving up again in a steady soothing gesture, like one petting a cat or a dog. While she spoke her voice lowered, and sweetened, her eyes held his deeply in their gaze. "You do not know what you say, you are just upset, you only need time to think this over. Sleep on it, and you will realize the mistake you are making. You would not want to hurt someone again would you? Somebody you care about? Could you live with yourself if you did that?" Fenton sagged as everything drained out of him in that moment, he was taken at first once more enraptured by her, feeling helpless his body sunk against her own, the bound reaffirmed itself, at first it seemed she had won the better of him at last. His arms came up and wrapped around her as his hands rested just against the back of her dress feeling the slick material to his skin. His head fell against her shoulder where we was enamored by her scent, like a lost child he became, but something deep inside of him still pulsed. If he did this now, if he caved into her now, he knew he would never get another chance, this was it, it was choose to fight now, take his stance, or never again own his own life. He had to dig deep inside of him find the core of his rage and draw upon it. It seemed a near impossible task to tug away from the warm comforting feeling of obedience, to move with the bound opposed to against it, was almost a sort of bliss, it relieved all pressure, but that is who he had always been all his life. He had been a follower, had he ever really stood for something? Is that what he wanted? He was strong, she was the one that told him that, he needed to use that power now to do what he knew was right. Sasha smiled feeling his submission to her once more as her fingers ran though his hair, feeling certain of herself once more she was about to step back from him, out of his hold to see him to the door and send him upon his way before her guests arrived, but before she could make another move she felt his grip start to tighten upon her. His fingers curled into the back of her dress gripping at the material, as if he meant to rip the gown from her body. Fenton dove deep into himself and found his primal rage and began to draw upon it, he could feel the strength pulse through his body with a renewed vigor as another part of himself began to take over, to control his mind, it was not an easy transaction. With thoughts of resistance and rebellion he had to struggle with the bond every step of the way, it pressed like a vice upon him but he fought through it, and with it that first loathing hatred he had began to feel for Sasha the night Erila had saw them together returned to him. "Oh I have thought about it, I thought long and hard, and there is nothing I have been more certain of in my life" His voice was low, and completely void without a trace of human quality as if it came from the very bowls of the abyss, it was more then chilling, as a blackness clouded over his eyes. Sasha could not believe it, how could this be happening, she watched the change come over him before her very eyes, he was far stronger then she had even thought at first. How could he resist the bond? She knew now her charms would be completely lost upon him, she was going to have to use a more forceful tactic with him. She tried to push back away from him as she was about to speak, with the full force of her command and will when only a scream escaped her surprised lips as she was sent suddenly flying across through the air. He had flung her clear across the room. There was the sound of a great shatter as Sasha fell back into the glass door of one of the tall wooden cabinets standing against the wall in which there had once been displayed a collection of rare, ancient and irreplaceable valuables, antiques, and heirlooms, many of which now were scattered over the floor. The glass of the door splintered as she was sent colliding into it. She felt the sudden surge of pain as one shard of glass had imbedded deep into her back another stuck within her throat, and various smaller cuts lined her arms and the back of her legs. Fenton released a beastly howl of agonized pain, like an animal that was dying. His blood felt as if it was on fire and he dropped to the ground withering as he tried to escape the agony that assaulted him. Crying out with inhuman cries he would draw into a fetal position his body trembling beyond his control. Sasha stepped from the cabinet her heels crunched against the scattered glass upon the floor. Blood trickled down her arms, legs, and over her back and along her throat, a tear now in her dress now soaked through with blood and torn from the glass. Her lips curled into a smile as she watched Fenton suffer, she was outraged that he would dare such a thing. She reached up ripping the glass from her throat and then reached back behind her to remove the shard which impaled her there and tossed it to the floor as she began to make her way toward where Fenton now lay. She kneeled down beside him tilting her head just to one side as she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head up so his eyes full of pain looked deep into her own. "You did not think you would get away with that did you? What do you think you are going to do? If you kill me what do you think will happen? And after all I have done for you." She dropped his head and pushed back up. "This was a brand new dress and look at the mess you have made? You ungrateful fool." She shirked the last words as she drove her foot into his side. Before she could pull it back Fenton had caught it within his hands and brought his head up, driving his teeth into her leg along her calf, the bitter blood flooded into his mouth. Sasha let out a scream as she was sent colliding to the floor as she tried to pull away. Her deathly heals pummeling against Fenton’s body until at last he had released his grip upon her leg and then fell upon his back. He felt worse then drying; it was such a crushing misery of which he could find no release. His back arched up against the floor as he bellowed to the high ceilings above. Sasha sat upon the floor in shock now, she looked the perfects mess. "Mistressssss" The serpent like voice was just at her ear, though oddly she was clamed by the presence as she turned to look up to see Stanley standing just over her, likely drawn by the noise, he had emerged in silence from the shadows, though how long he had been there or from just where he had come was his own mystery. He was a curious fellow, dressed almost for the funeral parlor, with a coat with long tails, and shoes always polished to shine. His round head was bald though strings of white hair fell form the sides. Within his gnarled skeletal hands in which one could almost make out every bone from just under her skin he held a heavy chain. "Take him away, down to the basement, and make certain he cannot escape." She commanded, "and then get his mess cleaned up," She would start to rise to her feet once more. 10:50 PM - 4/14/2007 - post comment
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