I watched it fall like rain. I froze, fearing that nightmares beget reality. He rushed outside to see me in my bathrobe. He was still struggling with his shorts and my instincts were as sharp as a needle, I turned to the sea horizon and I saw a ship.
He saw it too and looked joyful, "Marie, look! A boat!! Help has come!!!" "No" I comment in a dejected tone. It was stifling that the whole place, a single amber can set the island under water.
"Don't worry, I'll -" "No!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, the whole island was a minefield. Little time was left
"Marie?", he looked at me in worry and confusion.
"Have you ever lit a single fire, near the grasses on the island?", my hands trembling. 'Such an absurd question' Is what he was thinking
"No, I made camp on the beach. The woods were easy to spark fire. Besides, they were too pretty". I knew it. With this amount of forever ice, the ocean washes the beach clean, he could have sunk us immediately he lit a fire on grass. I sighed at the impending end and turned to face him.
"We don't...have much time...m-my lady", he looked lost and I wanted to tell him, no, I need to tell him, so we can save my lady.
"Fo -"
A bird cries above us. It's the bird that drops the daily palliative. This huge bird drops it at my feet and I pay it before it flies immediately. I could see in its eyes that he saw the intruder... She'll definitely tell him, that maniac
"What the fuck?!"Teren screamed, making my skull crack. I saw him fuming in rage.
"You had contact with the outside all along...", he laughed hysterically, rubbing through his hair in a madman manner.
"How long! How goddamn long, did you", he choked on his cry.
"I'm sorry. I'd tell you ,but,then,he would have killed us in a really easy way.
"What -- Who -- wait, you mean Sir Irvin Huston, that tyrant", he collapsed on his knees.
"I'm sorry", I began to cry, all those years of seclusion and yet it took 2 months to find out that we're going to be dead anyway. I ran to the back and he followed me. Before I got to the cellar door, he caught my wrist. "Where are you going?! We should be finding a way off this island a -".
"Follow...me"
Her wrist was warm but her words were cold. She was trying so hard to not break down. It was saddening. I slowly left her hand and she walked up to an old wooden door. She fiddled with the door knob but I saw some sort of pattern; left, right, left, left, pull push.
The door swung open and she looked dead at me. I pulled her to me from her waist, she stared deep in my eyes and she immediately waited like a baby. I could only hug her for about 20 minutes before she stopped, wiping her tears quickly. I stood close to her and I could tell that she was going to need me by her side, for whatever is there. I smiled at her and she smiled weakly. We marched into the dark cellar, hand in hand.
I walked in and we were losing lights when she spoke, reading my thoughts, "No light survives here", I didn't understand and struck one of the torch sticks hanging by the wall. I struck it against the wall. It sparks but the fire doesn't stay. Again, again and again. Finally, the fire started but died. She laughed under my breath at my cute dejected face, I don't think it's cute though. We continue walking.
With more steps we came across a spiral stairway and she walked in like she was in her family house. I followed behind her. On stepping the first step, the wall torches came on. I walked a few more and it happened again. It occurred to me, the crystals, the torches, the place was managed by mechanics. So either her captors or her; the lady was very rich.
"Marie", I asked calmly, "Where's your lady?". She looked at me then kept walking. I wanted to ask again, she shushed me.
We were underground. She banged the wall and a tray came out. I saw her serve food and always included bread and moved that tray every day before I started getting intimate with her, but I've seen it now, it's the meal for her lady. Just bread, soup and water.
So, for now, I have 4 things in my head: One, someone powerful has kept Marie captive on the island, either Irvin Huston, but no one knows him before he successfully overthrew the king. Second, the crystals are not crystals but from her fear...highly dangerous and flammable. Three, her lady in this cellar, is a noble and a skilled knight as Marie was probably her bodyguard. Four, they've been on the island without knowing that 5 years have passed. I stepped on the stairway landing, and I heard a sinister giggle from up front.
I was startled but Marie kept walking.
"You didn't tell me we had guests. No wonder, he he, you abandoned me for 3 days this time", a cracked voice responded in the place. All the torches came on and I looked in horror...it was a dungeon, full of dead people, rotten iron, locked cells and a foul stench. Marie walked ahead and stood by the cell on the left end. I still stood by the bottom of the stairway.
She looked at me and smiled in relief. I walked to her, and she handed me the tray, instantly stripped off all her garments.
I was about to turn red like a beetroot ,but then,I saw her scars and bruises. In all its glory, despite the dread and unrest I felt. I've seen the lash scars on her back, the burn on her thigh, the scratch on her sides, the bruises on her shoulders...all of it.
They never repulsed me.
She walked into the cell with her naked body and approached the long, lush blue hair under chains.
"Terren, this is my lady, Duchess Krysta Cauldrin".
I was beyond baffled.
The hair parted itself and I saw a pair of silver eyes, dead but fighting for life. Her hair, overgrown and dull. It flowed like a torrent across her face to the ground. Anyone could tell she was insane. I couldn't stop myself from holding my mouth. The colour faded, her flesh dried and dirty, the bruises that were never cared for, the once glorious image of her was not imaginable.
I saw her once at a party. I've heard rumours of her noble aura and her many feats. She was the most accomplished female knight, biggest entrepreneur in the tri-Petre kingdom, she was born with a silver, no, diamond spoon yet, she worked hard and did so many things. She was loved by all, even got confessions from both genders but she vanished 6 years ago; immediately after her engagement with someone. Everyone felt her absence, the manic prince; Lucien was said to have run even madder. The news of Krysta's disappearance made the King croak from a heart attack.
No one would have suspected this at all.
I turned to Marie. I took her features in again.
Without the gaunt look and short haircut, she'd look exactly like the lady I met at the Bi-annual Halloween ball.
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The Halloween Bi-annual ball was a week-long party, each day hosting different kinds of events, lasting from dusk till dawn.
On the last day was the masquerade segment of the ball. I've heard rumours about Krysta Cauldrin; the genius of the century, performing better than any man in both physical, mental and social fields. I was alone, as usual, and I was toying around with the obviously unsatisfying refreshments.
A slap resounded across the 2-floored banquet hall. Everyone and I turned to see the scene unfolding.Few people stood out at every gathering, but no one noticed her...until today. I was immediately blinded by the aura from her. Her sharp but swaying movement mesmerized me. I even started seeing roses glow around her. I, Terren Salvidor, fell in love with Marie Weidow at first sight.
I moved to one of the many terraces and just as I was thinking about the slap, she gave her that tubby count. He deserved it though. He tried to grope Krysta and Marie behaved like a true dame, taking action and leaving that guy completely immobile.
While many would say Krysta is prettier. Well, unlike Krysta's twilight 3-tier dress with butterfly cross-cut top, exposing her thin collarbone, alluring back and perfect figure, I preferred Marie's gentleman's coat style dress. It was simple but showed all her features without being revealing. It was also free for any activity.
An angel's voice attracted me out of my fantasies. I turned to the lady removing her mask and heels. She rushed and sat on the railing and began flailing her legs like a child. Then, she looked at me and spoke softly, "Can you spare me a chat, sire?"
...
I had a lovely time talking to Marie about everything under the sun. I saw her giggle, scowl and speak about my opinions. I've indirectly asked her to be in touch with my house line and she agreed. I was over the moon.
We were still talking but my mind drifted to how perfect the situation seemed. I looked over the railing and I saw Krysta carrying her huge dress, heels in hand while screaming like a naughty child.
"Marie! Marie!! Save me!!!", she began yelling, excitedly. I saw Lucien; the illegitimate crown prince, chasing her with cream cake smeared on his face and chest. I looked at Marie and she stared at me, aware of the childish drama happening.
She smiled before saying to me, "Well, good sir, I'll try to keep in touch, but my master needs me" "Wait, you --", she didn't wait before she leapt off the first-floor balcony and ran to her. She didn't ask me for my name, nor did she use it. I laughed to myself, watching the child play happening below. They were running like kids on summer vacation. I didn't see her after, I only saw Krysta once after that too.
Who'd have thought that they'd be in such a state after all that time.
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I held my mouth as Marie walked up to the bonded Duchess and threw bread at her. Like a seasoned soldier, Krysta caught it and tore into it rabidly. The smell wasn't that bad, which proves that Marie came here often. Just not with me.
"Mmh hmm! I've been starving!!...Who's he?", she looked at me through the hair on her face. Her eyes looked clear, too clear...it scared me. She remained, staring. Marie was just about to introduce me.
*Clap, clap, clap
Krysta started clapping joyfully, sitting comfortably on her knees. "I remember you!", she squealed, "...you're that balcony love guy!! Marie, he's that guy!! No wonder she abandoned me", she crosses her legs and crosses her hands across her chest. My mouth was canyon wide.
Balcony love? Marie's balcony love??
"I was going to ask him on a later date...", Marie sighed, brushing her hair. Thank goodness I was able to convince her to grow it out, "...if he remembered me", she broke into a deep blush
I looked at both of them. I just recognized Marie as my first love, but...she knew the whole time. I was too compliant for a stranger. We even started as friends with benefits when I saw her peeking at me in the bath just 2 weeks after my arrival. My heart knew all along.
"So, I was known as the balcony lover, huh?", I said teasingly
"It's not like that!"
"Really?! I wasn't given that idea"
"Just stop talking"
"Why? You're blushing"
"No, I'm not"
"Yes, you are"
"Not!" "Too" "Not" "Too" "Not" "Too" "Not" "Too" "Not"
We were bickering like old couples, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. She joined me, and the eerie cell became joy-filled. I stopped laughing and I heard someone breathing unevenly. I scowled. Krysta was scratching her body too harshly. She was drooling and growling under her breath. She was slowly rising up to her feet, but she was staggered. There was a red, killing glint in her dull silver eyes. She reminded me of a dog with rabies. She lunged directly at Marie. By instinct, I landed in her path and blocked her with my arms. Her teeth bore into my flesh.
Marie grew as pale as a sheet. She kicked Krysta at her chest, sending her flying straight to the wall. The chains weren't long, but they kept extending from the wall as she flew. She tried again but Marie wouldn't let her. She lunged at her, dragged her by the hand and threw her back to the corner she was in when I came in. She hit the wall hard and slammed her back. She began choking on her blood.
"Marie! Why'd you do that!! I thought you were civil!!! She's your lady!!!!"
"I don't have a choice! I NEVER DID!!"
Marie broke down and slumped to her knees. She hasn't eaten since yesterday and the mental stress of her seeing Krysta made holding back tears difficult. Krysta seemed sober and beat me to her. She slumped on her fallen knees and cried her lungs out. I tried dragging both of them off the ground because they could easily get pneumonia but it was for naught.
"Take her up, please. Also, call me Krysta", she offered a handshake, and I took it. Taking Marie upstairs and Krysta remained in the cell, I felt uneasy inside. The purpose of today wasn't met. If I try to pry, it's game over.
"I'm sorry, Terren. I messed up", Marie was still crying in my arms. "Maire! Stop!", I'm pissed already, "Look, we'll find out the truth tomorrow, okay?", but she won't stop talking. I've decided to change topics...
I slammed my lips on hers. Her words muffled in my kiss. I didn't care. I wanted her to be happy...even if it's after tearing her ass. I placed her on the old couch, using my left knee to spread her legs. Marie moaned in the kiss, our tongues moved like dancing The Bolero. I leaned on top of her sitting figure; my knee rubbing against her folds. I watched her as she writhed under me
"So, you've liked me since, huh?", I slowly pushed my hand inside her honeypot, "...since when?". She couldn't answer, she was too busy enjoying herself. As she moaned loudly, I teased her nipples. I nipped it, sucked it, relished it like a gumdrop. I tried to take it slow but...damn it.
Her scars covered her skin in several places like an ancient relic. She's asked me several times but I am not repulsed by her scars, instead, you could say it's my fetish, for only her.
"So you want to cry. Well, I won't let you"
I traced the scar that ran from her breast's left side to her navel with my tongue as I toyed with her tongue with my hand. She hasn't said a word since. Her swollen nipples, her dazed eyes, her whole body was drowning in the pleasure I gave her.
"Ah, please...d-don't torture me, heung, like this", she forced out. I was beyond amused.
Terren had forgotten his mission to console her. He suddenly lifted her, making her squeal, and carried her to the room they now shared. It didn't dry the steamy air between them, she was dropped like a feather on the old bed and pounced on her like a wrecking ball. He smashed his lips on hers and worshipped her body with fragile touches.
She was already over the edge with want. The moment his groin was near her entrance, she locked his hips with her heels and rubbed off him. Her red eyes brimming with lust, slowly fluttered to meet his drilling gaze. They locked lips again, a fiery dance of passion. Marie struggled in between to remove his shirt, he followed her lead and removed the rest, never parting for a breath. He shifted away to worship her thighs, bringing her up. Her only support is her shoulders. He tasted from her ever-spilling fountain. His tongue and fingers explored her depths well. She had no choice but to be sent over.
"Oh...Ah...I'm already, heup!!!", she came to a mind-wrecking finish. He kissed her again and merged bodies. With every thrust, her voice echoed ecstasy. They went faster and harder, the air grew thick, the night was so very young.
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Marie got up to see the sleeping guy who made the night very warm. She knew she had to get up or else, night would become day. She wrote on a paper, placed it where she slept and kissed his forehead before heading to shower with the filtered seawater she always prepared a day ahead.
Terren woke up with the bed half cold. his hand, used to landing on Marie's hips, landed on a piece of paper. He sat up to read it: "Hurry, let's find the truth together". He saw a tray of sauteed veggies and a small jam bread. He ate happily, memories of her diverse facial expressions, especially her flushed panicking face. After almost eating with tears, he quickly freshened up and went to the dungeon.
He got down to see Marie holding Krysta's head on her lap, trying to feed her. Krysta was quite obedient today and was almost done when he came. She waved at him and rushed to her feet, splashing porridge on Marie.
"The heck?! Krysta Padilla Cauldrin! Why?!" Her patience grew thin. Terren laughed and licked a portion of porridge off from under her eye. Before they start getting chummy, Krysta looks blanky before clapping for their focus.
"Would you like to hear my story first?"