<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/gmoqfYX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Years and years of anguish, of misfortune and strife, of utter despair. Zeno Ralin had done everything in his power to ruin her life, and for no other reason than to lash out at her sister. Fortune wasn't the target of his true obsession, of his twisted affections, but she was the martyr fated to suffer - and oh, how she suffered. Every reoccurring nightmare and every triggered memory brought upon bouts of depression no one had the energy to tolerate, so her life began again every few years, when acquaintances had scattered, forcing her to make new ones to fill the void. Here, with her fists bashing those smug features of his, she wanted to end it. Every blow was a testament to her bitterness, old wounds reopening to strike with their pain at the face of her personal demon. If there was anything one could mistake for a God, they would earn every moment of her devotion and every fleck of love she could muster if they smited him where he rested.
He was gloating even through the barrage of fists.
Her attacks slowed after a few moments, weaker and more shaky, because he wasn't at all phased by her attempts. If anything, his amusement seemed to blossom into embrace, and his arms wrapped around her middle where she sat on his lap. He hid his face in the swell of her breasts, almost mistakenly affectionate with how he nuzzled and breathed his message. It was a mistake to have gotten this close, his grip increasing around her abdomen, but she didn't have a way to pull away. He was more powerful and more cruel than Fortune was capable of handling alone. Dizzied, the Fae ceased her thrashing and slowly slumped against the monster, hands hanging bloodied at her sides.
"I hate you."
It was as simple as that. In all the years the two had been at odds, no one else compared to him. They didn't strike her worth that level of emotion, just speed bumps that knocked her down and scuffed her knees, but Zeno had done more than shamed her. He had stolen something she couldn't replace. It was a sense of self, the very soul of her personality, and it waned each time his filthy maw came to mind. The light in the center of her aura flickered like a candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at the slightest breeze; hers was a fading existence. Maybe that was why her clan didn't bother trying to mend her wounds and spiffy her back to perfect health. There was nothing to fix or replace, just a gaping hole in her psyche that begged for a quick and painless end.
His hands moved against her skirt and she recoiled as best she could, but there was nowhere to go when she was held in a vice grip on his thighs. The tears on her lashes chilled and froze, reminding her of the unbearable cold he had brought upon the office, though in addition to the darkness. Her glowing violets were afraid to see what was lurking in the dark, off beyond where the blinking halogen above could reach. Zeno carried in him the same plague Chance did, and of all things wicked and malignant, theirs was the most frightening.
"Stop saying that... Stop saying we're a pair. We're not a pair. We're not even two sides of the same coin. You're just some freak who gets his rocks off to hurting me..." Whether he was looking to argue or not didn't matter. He wasn't about to change their little game and somehow convince Fortune his intentions were purer than they had been previously. "Why don't you just kill me? Don't I deserve that small amount of mercy?"
He was gloating even through the barrage of fists.
Her attacks slowed after a few moments, weaker and more shaky, because he wasn't at all phased by her attempts. If anything, his amusement seemed to blossom into embrace, and his arms wrapped around her middle where she sat on his lap. He hid his face in the swell of her breasts, almost mistakenly affectionate with how he nuzzled and breathed his message. It was a mistake to have gotten this close, his grip increasing around her abdomen, but she didn't have a way to pull away. He was more powerful and more cruel than Fortune was capable of handling alone. Dizzied, the Fae ceased her thrashing and slowly slumped against the monster, hands hanging bloodied at her sides.
"I hate you."
It was as simple as that. In all the years the two had been at odds, no one else compared to him. They didn't strike her worth that level of emotion, just speed bumps that knocked her down and scuffed her knees, but Zeno had done more than shamed her. He had stolen something she couldn't replace. It was a sense of self, the very soul of her personality, and it waned each time his filthy maw came to mind. The light in the center of her aura flickered like a candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at the slightest breeze; hers was a fading existence. Maybe that was why her clan didn't bother trying to mend her wounds and spiffy her back to perfect health. There was nothing to fix or replace, just a gaping hole in her psyche that begged for a quick and painless end.
His hands moved against her skirt and she recoiled as best she could, but there was nowhere to go when she was held in a vice grip on his thighs. The tears on her lashes chilled and froze, reminding her of the unbearable cold he had brought upon the office, though in addition to the darkness. Her glowing violets were afraid to see what was lurking in the dark, off beyond where the blinking halogen above could reach. Zeno carried in him the same plague Chance did, and of all things wicked and malignant, theirs was the most frightening.
"Stop saying that... Stop saying we're a pair. We're not a pair. We're not even two sides of the same coin. You're just some freak who gets his rocks off to hurting me..." Whether he was looking to argue or not didn't matter. He wasn't about to change their little game and somehow convince Fortune his intentions were purer than they had been previously. "Why don't you just kill me? Don't I deserve that small amount of mercy?"
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