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Mias and Elle - Chapter 1He had been watching her for some time, confident that he was well hidden from view to avoid any unexpected surprises for his guest. Found entirely by accident, her presence now had a purpose. His lips curled into a smile in the darkness, intently observing her every moment as she tossed in her sleep.
He blinked several times as she made a soft sound and her eyes slowly opened. She perplexed him. There was nothing extraordinary about her; just an ordinary girl. Yet, when he looked at her, there was something terribly captivating about her. Ordinary, but not of his world, which seemed a perfectly good enough reason for a man of his power to take her. But he had no need to explain himself; he did not need to justify his actions to himself or anyone. He wanted her; it was as simple as that. And he would have her.
Suddenly, the balcony doors flung open and the sunlight came cascading down around her. Her hair fluttered lightly with the breeze that rushed in, and the way that her skin
Mias and Elle - Chapter 9Elle lay on her back in an awkward position and uncomfortable silence only broken by her occasional gasps of air. It felt as though her innards were twisting around inside of her, and it was making her nauseous; Mias made her nauseous, at least, she hoped that it was nausea.
Cheeks burning red, lips swollen and tingling, she stared blankly at the ceiling. She wished that she could get in a calming breath to centre herself, but it was proving difficult what with the painful pounding in her chest. Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, she rubbed her forehead with the palms of her hands. This was becoming a habit of her body to go into this strange panic whenever Mias got so dangerously close.
Bored, and having nothing better to do, and liking the idea of being washed of the contact of Mias, she ran a bath. With no intention of relaxing, especially considering what had just happened not making her feel very safe letting her guard down, she made it quick. Before lathering herself up,
10: Elle's RevengeElle ripped her arm free of the large sailor's grip as he hauled her up from the ladder and onto the deck. She nearly fell to the floor, feeling so detached and disoriented from the horror she had just witnessed that her whole body was numb.
Mias is dead.
She felt a sharp twisting in her chest at the very thought, and she wanted nothing more than to crumple to the floor and cry. She looked towards the island, only able to see the outline of the cliffs and the glimmer of waves as they drifted onto the shore. Elle wanted to hurl herself over the side of the ship, to swim back to Mias and hold him in her arms one last time. But she knew there would be no point in it, that all the wishing and crying, all the promises and kisses in the world would never bring him back. All she could do now was hope that Mias knew what she felt for him. That his love for her was matched by her love for him.
She watched as Elias climbed up the last few steps of the ladder with a wide grin on his face,
Mias and Elle - Chapter 12Lunch was simple, eggs and toast with grapes and a sweet fruity wine; it was more of a breakfast than the one Mias had brought up to her earlier in the day. Elle liked the wine very much, and with a golden pitcher full of it sitting right next to her she had filled her glass at least one more than she ought to.
"Very good," She said from behind her hand that covered the last mouth full of her second helping.
"Mm, sometimes simple is sufficient." Mias popped a large green grape into his mouth as he leaned back in his large chair.
"I like the wine." She took a sip, staring at him over the brim of the chalice with hot cheeks.
Mias smiled, "I could tell." He had been watching her the entire time, and by his count, she was nearly finished her fourth glass.
This time her cheeks reddened even deeper from embarrassment and not the alcohol. The metal of the cup clinked as she set it down on her golden plate; she noted that he certainly was fond of his gold's and silvers. Her head felt as though
Mias and Elle - Chapter 4Wiping the drying blood from his upper lip, Mias actually found himself smiling, even though the little wretch had made him bleed. As infuriating as that rather painful blow to the face may have been, her reactions had told him exactly what he had wanted to know.
Eyebrows raised, he enjoyed re-experiencing it all over again in his head. Ah, how delectable her whimpers and moans had been, and he had caused every single one of them. He wanted to hear those wonderful sounds and see her gorgeous face contort into expressions of pleasure.
His laugh echoed through the halls. As far as he was concerned, he had won.
That egomaniacal bastard.
Elle could hear Mias' obnoxious laughter penetrating the walls, and it shook her from her daze. Staring at the lightly formed bruise directly between her eyes in the mirror, she massaged her temple to ease the steady hammering inside. As sore as her head was, she enjoyed the rush
Mias and Elle - Chapter 11With vicious threats and the crash of objects being thrown against a door open ajar, Mias left Elle to herself for three whole days. He was by no means offended by her actions and harsh shouting and name calling as he may have been previously, as he could not contain his amusement and curiosity. He wanted to know what could have possibly transpired between the two women to put Elle in such a strange mood. She blushed scarlet and her brow furrowed whenever he opened her door to bring her food, fair warning she seemed to think before the name calling began. He would laugh, wish her well and leave her to her own devices.
Yet on the third day, he had grown tired of the new game that they had been playing at. He wished to look in to her eyes, touch her skin, and hear her voice untainted by screaming. The thought of seeing her smile at him was still a strong image that still nagged and prodded at his brain. He was a man who always got what he wanted, but this seemed to be something that was
Mias and Elle - Chapter 2Recovering from the shock that the slamming door sent through her body, Elle immediately began to push and pull tentatively at the doorknob. The door and the knob would not even budge, no matter how hard she tried, and the frustration was building quickly inside of her. An animalistic panic took over and she began to shake the handle with enough force that her entire body shook with her movements. Growing tired, she gave the rigid handle one last ferocious expulsion of strength that she could muster before giving up with a violent scream.
Elle stared at the closed door, her short fingernails digging painful crescents into the palms of her tightly clenched fists. Having already tried repeatedly to pry it open with all the strength she could muster, staring at it was all that she could do. She blinked rapidly to keep her eyes from welling over with tears again and cursed loudly before giving the door a swift kick. It felt good to relieve herself of some anger, but she still instantly reg
4: Mias, Elle, and...Abernos??"Stupid bloody magic!" Elle growled. She slammed the book on the table closed, dust floating up to her nose from the movement. She sneezed several times before leaning forward to rest her forehead against her palms, her frustration building.
For the past three days she had tried, to no avail, to find a way to break through the protection spell that was keeping her trapped. On the first day she had sprinted towards the open front door, hoping that she could break through with brute force and determination. Mias had been leaning over the banister, looking down at her with amusement. The instant she made contact with the open doorway she felt the empty space contract outwards as it gave under the force of her weight, before she was launched backwards into the manor where she landed without grace on her backside. Mias had roared with laughter, which she responded to with a finger that she hoped was universally known.
The second day was a day for experimenting. Elle decided to see if she co
8: Mias Finds ElleElle rose slowly from the spot where she had been sitting for the past hour. She wasn't usually one to feel sorry for herself, but Elias' spiteful words, rough hands, and unwanted kisses had taken their toll on her. Yet in spite of his constant cruelty, Elle was amazed at how she had handled things thus far, drawing on an inner strength that she didn't know that she possessed.
Drawing on that strength once more, Elle took in her surroundings in the hope that she would find something that could help her escape. After all, if what Elias had said about Mias was true, then she was in fact on her own. As she looked around the surprisingly large space of the cabin, hoping that she would spot something to aid in her escape plan, Elle held on to the hope that Elias had been lying. That seemed highly likely, given his behavior, but she wasn't going to pin her hopes on a possibility. As far as she was concerned, she was going to have to figure a way out of this situation herself.
Elle inched her
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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