The darkest hour is just before dawn

• Bi-Han loves his women of different sorts. The one, who has his true adoration and devotion, isn't someone he will bring to the Clan and call his wife. She is an opium addicted junkie from a brothel and she is his favored darling. 

Bi-Han doesn't need an equal partner. He needs a woman that understands her place and admits his authority, a woman that will become his comfort and will eagerly birth him heirs. Bi-Han won't try to impress her with courting and gifts, there will be no romantic atmosphere and gestures. His offer is simple: a proper upkeep for a strong body and impressive fertility. She needs to be smart enough to play dumb in his presence and service his sexual needs without shyness. Bi-Han is in search of a beautiful piece of meat. He wants to show his wife off on official meetings and then rest with her after a long day of stressful work. To his regret only the brothel whore is able to give him everything he wants, except one thing – a reputation. 

• It won't be his first marriage. In fact, it will be his third. Bi-Han treasures loyalty and he is known for his violent character: in Lin Kuei betrayal is an unforgivable sin. The whole family of a traitor gets executed in the worst way possible by Bi-Han personally, and a traitor is forced to watch the whole process before it's their turn. Their heads on pikes serve as a reminder to other recruits until another traitor shows up to replace them – and Bi-Han's wives aren't an exception. 

He doesn't see his little love journeys to the brothel as treachery though. In the awkward hands of his wives he feels unsatisfied. Bi-Han is a man of a great physique: he needs to be pleased regularly and passionately, or else his hidden treasure will step into the game. Yet laying with an addicted whore is a roulette – she will open her legs to everyone who pays for a hit. The spectrum of emotions Bi-Han feels about her can't be described with just words. It contains primal desire, hatred, contempt, love, pity and another hundred of different emotions Bi-Han didn't know existed. The magic she creates with her clouded wicked fantasy is striking better than any drug. Bi-Han is searching for a woman who will replace her. She isn't as lovely and seductive as she was before: with every visit, she looks more of a corpse. Dark patches and hemorrhages are covering her grayed skin, and her veins are destroyed by her new addiction. She disgusts Bi-Han so much he disdains to touch her.

• Once Bi-Han heard of a unique breed of women, born under the Hei family. Wicked by nature, they are the best wives and the most terrifying enemies: inborn vengefulness makes them quarrelsome and violent. Their unquiet mind and hedonistic nature are always seeking for pleasures, especially the carnal one's. Such a description excites his mind and makes him seek for the Family. This is how he finds you.

• Bi-Han isn't a dream partner but he is easy to deal with if playing by his rules and you don't have a right to choose. He sees you on a diplomatic mission to your clan and falls for you immediately: your quiet, mystical aura drags his attention. You are the panther hiding in the shadows: first, he sees your eyes, that are looking at him, glaring with wildfire of scorn and enmity. When his gaze meets yours, you dare to show up: you step out of the dark, showing him your glory. Your traditional black dress is open frivolously, showing him a lot but not enough. You walk away, your fine bare feet make light steps and leave no sound. It's obvious that you're on your mind, a sly witch with an untamed attitude. Bi-Han knows how to break women like you, and he desires to test your smug character. Just by the way you walk – lazily, swinging your hips and showing off the curves of your soles – he can tell how good and rather creative you are in bed. 

• Your father agrees to send you out of the mansion quickly. He doesn't listen for the rest of the offering even, as if your departure is already a great gift for him. Bi-Han is… surprised at the reaction. The old fool realizes that the Hei clan will come into Bi-Han's hands after his death due to the ancient and simple rule – no woman is allowed to become a Grandmaster – yet he is ready to give everything away so someone can take you away from him. 

It makes Bi-Han hesitate. No way you would keep your father at bay – how was it even possible? Yet he sends his servants to announce to you the great news that you are chosen as Lin Kuei Grandmaster's bride. 

• Bi-Han expected everything but not you closing the door in front of his servants. Fuss around your door and their confused faces (for sure they are scared for their lives) are making Bi-Han irritable. He's used to getting everything without delay and your writhing makes him angry. You don't even respond to the knocking at your door, so he has to come and knock himself. Then, after a couple of minutes, you deign to show yourself. 

Lazily, you lean on the door frame, hands crossed on your chest and a smug smile shines on your dark cherry lips, showing teeth with sharp cuspids. “A boy in his mid thirties doesn't know how to court a woman, and expects her to fall on her knees for him.” You say in a mocking tone, so full of yourself and not afraid for anything.

Bi-Han knows this type of person. A psychopathic abomination of a human that survived through the countless fights and lost sense of fear and respect for the ranks; the type of people that treated violence like some sort of amusement, not an instrument for intimidation and nurturing. In your cold cloudy eyes, painted in a cat's manner with eyeliner, Bi-Han sees nothing but vice and narcissistic conceit. You test him with your gaze, the same one you gave him before. Unexpectedly for him, it turns him on.

You open your lips slightly, a searching stare goes through his features, and your emotions are changing on lustful interest. You are coming to him, close enough for Bi-Han to feel your presence and the fragrance of pomegranate from your hair, but not enough to sense you physically. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes, the height difference makes it tempting: through the neckline of your dress he sees the perky chest and black lace of your bra. “Better luck next time.” You whisper, smiling sinisterly. 

You come to your room and close the door again. The change of your emotions leaves him thirsty for more. On the same day Bi-Han sends the best gifts to your mansion but you are displeased with everything. All he sees is your sour face with angrily furrowed brows that makes him think it is impossible to please you. He doesn't ask for tips and you aren't willing to ease his life. “I want more than this!” you say, throwing exclusive jewelry at him.

Normally Bi-Han would take you by force and end your life afterwards for this kind of attitude – he hates disobedient and ungrateful women. Yet with you he enjoys being treated this way. You leave him with a sense of hunger and obscurity, and he comes back every time to be rejected again and again.

• Loving you is the only torture Bi-Han succumbs to in his life willingly. You are like a storm: dark, misty and cold by nature, but beautiful and enticing. He steps in your rainfall, savoring the alienation mixed with attraction you give to him. Bi-Han finds the way to win your heart: he scouts about your enemies and brings their severed heads to you. These people aren't just crooks and small fries – they are top flight, and Bi-Han can only muse about how they fell out of favor. He comes to you while you are changing your dress. You come to him to inspect what he had brought you this time. Dressed in an overbust corset, lacey panties and stockings with straps you aren't bothered by shyness. On the right part of your body, starting from the hip and till the middle of the thigh, there is a black tattoo of a snake in flowers – Bi-Han can swear he has seen this kind of design already, but he can't remember who was wearing it. 

He shakes the heads out of the bag and they fall under your feet. Without disgust, you step on one of them with your bare foot and turn it over to see the face. Then you smile widely, realising that all of the cadavers belong to your list.

• Lin Kuei meets you with whispers and speculations. You are not the same as the others: you step onto this land confidently, as if you are owning everything in here, including the Grandmaster himself. Your smile is sly and your gaze is cunning. Bi-Han realizes he knows nothing about you. Your past, your present and your future are murky. Your identity fits into the portrait of your family perfectly. Keeping you close is like holding a lit bomb without the option to drop it.

•  You keep playing on his nerves. You bask him with affection only to cast him off discourteously after. You laugh at his face and devalue everything he does for you but show gratitude with actions. You are fondling him to get violent later, scratch him till blood and punch him, leave bruises at his skin. If he dares to grab you the same way you do – you provoke him to go rougher, to mutilate and kill you, spitting lies and portraying him as a monster, exaggerating his deeds into absurd with your words. You are a mad woman but he wants you in all your states and prays to find you in a good mood, as he feels his addiction to you.

You deny him physical contact for as long as you want, don't even let him touch you. You are disgusted by his kisses, you hit his hand when he tries to take your palm and escape from his embrace. Bi-Han feels like nonentity but doesn't dare to force you into his touch. He wants to play the same game with you but he just can't: Bi-Han misses you constantly, and touching you is a reward he secretly lives for. 

When he goes to missions you are inspiring him. The way you use your tongue can't be copied by any other woman: you kill and cure with your words, you are blurring the lines between humiliation and praise. The power you hold over him induces Bi-Han on new achievements and conquests. Countless numbers of his enemies are dead because of the trust you had put into him. You destroy and trample his personality but you never question his fighting skill – admitting and worshipping his power, you show proper respect to his warrior side. Your love is his disease. Bi-Han knows: deep inside your rotten soul you care a great love for him, you just don't show it. 

• You have your own… needs. Unexpectedly for Bi-Han you possess blood magic. The power has its side effect – vampirism. Your blood isn't enough to cease the famine that awakens from time to time. With Bi-Han looming in front of you, you can't resist your desire: your eyes target delicious outlines of his tense vessels full of cold blood. His cryomancy has side effects as well: some of them are coldness of body fluids and low fertility, which makes it hard for him to impregnate you. 

You eye him as prey. Bi-Han is a perfect container of blood and fresh meat, eating from him won't bring you any infections. You imagine sinking your teeth into his neck and sucking his blood brutally, your jaw twitches in anticipation. You know how to lure him into your plan – sex makes him an easy target; you are sure, once you have Bi-Han pounding into you, he won't be against your teeth tearing his skin up. You are building your plan step by step. After intimacy you are studying the course of his veins, bringing your mouth to them and licking protruding parts, your tongue circles the bumps that are dangerously close to your canines. You like to lick on his neck, feeling his arteries pumping up with essential fluid. You let him get used to your strange affection. Bi-Han sees it as a specific way of appreciation from your side, not ready to admit that you want to drink his blood.

You are seducing him more and more. He knows this state of yours. Your stare gets unusually soft and alluring. You call for him with all your essence, bite your lips from eagerness. Bi-Han loves having sex with you. You lack any shyness and fuck as if it is your last day on earth. You are open to try new things and adapt to his fetishes, whether it is strocking his cock with your feet and rubbing his cum into the cloth, or emptying a full condom into your freshly fucked hole. Despite his low fertility, Bi-Han uses a condom only to see you taking it off during sex. Your readiness to be filled with his cum arouses him to the point his cock starts leaking. 

Kisses with you are mind blowing: you lick his lips first, then he bites at your tongue, sucking it inside his mouth. Your lips meet at the point, initiating a wet kiss, with saliva drooling on both of your chins. You bite his lips and tongue, hugging Bi-Han by his neck and bringing him closer to yourself. Bi-Han is attracted to you so much he breaks kisses only to lick your face like some kind of animal, till it becomes all wet. You are as eager as he is: your palms are wandering on his chest, creeping down on his pants and squeezing the sensitive bulge. You outline the contours of his erected member and start rubbing under a sensitive tip, extending your touch down on its shaft. 

It never ends with just one position. Your favorite are doggy and cowgirl: when taking you from behind, Bi-Han keeps you by your wrists, pulling you on his cock roughly; when you get on top of him, riding him lustily, you have a perfect access to his chest, your fingers trailing it down, leaving red traces with protruding blood droops from your nails. Your cunt spasms as you see it, your initial impulse is to bite him but you keep denying yourself. Before he cums, you lean to him, waiting for the right moment. Your cunt puts greater pressure on his cock, sucking it in and tightening around his length until you feel it throbbing and the first shot of cum hitting your walls. Exactly at this moment you bite into his shoulder, blood rushing into your mouth and running down on the sheets. Bi-Han grunts but keeps you closer, letting you drink as much as you need. His hands are covered with new scars, left by your teeth, but Bi-Han is okay with it.

• When his brothers leave, you become his only ally. Bi-Han expects to be treated the same way as before but you quit your games and provide him proper support. You see the family tragedy by yourself: when Liu Kang recruits Lin Kuei to help the Earthrealm resist against Quan Chi and Shang Tsung, you take the part in the plan unwittingly. Liu Kang and his minions aren't happy to see you – and they expose your past as if you should be ashamed of it. 

Black Dragon special squad; soldier Viper – that was your name before you left the clan and started a civilian life. There was no tragedy behind your retirement, you just grew out of the concept. Explosions, gunfights somewhere in the Eastern deserts, drug and organ traffic are cool when you are young. By your age you want to settle down and live a life of a happy woman. Your boss, Kano, still waits for you to change your mind and come back. You receive his calls from time to time and have a small chit-chat. Bi-Han is visibly perplexed by the news, but you don't realize the reason for such a strange emotion. For someone who has never shown interest in your past, he is overreacting, you are sure.

“You know, in Black Dragon we don't leave our comrades no matter the dispute.” This is the only salty thing you let yourself say to Bi-Han. He ignores it so you keep silent for the rest of the period of his internal healing. 

• You get softer with years you spend with Bi-Han. While your arrogance steps aside, his paranoia and violative tendencies against you are rising up. He doesn't trust you: Bi-Han suspects you in collusion with Scorpion and he is searching for proof of his fantasies. He becomes possessive over you, and your usual treatment over him causes Bi-Han to punch you. Your strategy doesn't work anymore: once you tell him to get rougher and he breaks your legs as a punishment. The fight with no victor follows – it is an act of mutual violence, when both competitors just want to hurt each other.

You end up being injured worse than him yet you show him like you feel no pain at all –  you keep smiling while bleeding out. Behind the nasty bravado hides fear and realization that another fight can be fatal. Your new routine starts at this point. You didn't notice how you got stuck in a swamp. Now it is you seeking to meet Bi-Han in a good mood, or else you will have a new bruise. You can't leave – and you don't want to. Your thoughts and decisions are complicated. You believe that everything will come back to normal after some time. 

• Bi-Han is jealous of other men. He doesn't let you leave your room without his or maid's escort. Your route is restricted and includes female quarters, his cabinet and a shared bedroom. You are not allowed to sleep alone anymore, as Bi-Han needs to control you during night hours. Bi-Han's heavy hand keeps you close while he sleeps, and he wakes up with your every move. You have everything you might need on the bedside table: water, napkins, wet wipes, some snacks (you are not allowed to leave the bed if you wake up earlier than him) and a book. You bathe together as well: he hugs you while you sit on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder. Bi-Han demands you to touch him: play with his hair or stroke his skin. 

• His tastes in intimacy changed as well. Bi-Han isn't interested in your consent, he takes you whenever he wants to. Your resistance arouses him even more: Bi-Han wrings your hands easily and gropes every part of you. You have to get wet – just to ease the process for yourself. Such behavior makes you lose all interest in sex, so you are imitating it for his happiness. Bi-Han is addicted to the fragrance of pomegranate and cherry coming from your hair, and olibanum on your skin. Arousing in the past, the way he buries his nose in your neck and chest  to inhale your scent, now is scaring you. Your smell is heavy and suffocating in its richness, Bi-Han can't help but to inhale the sweet intoxication coming from your body and lose his head over you again and again. He bites you till bruises show up, his cold-dead fingers squeeze your curves so hard it still aches a few days after intimacy. He presses you into the mattress with his weight, trapping under his body, so you lay still and play obedient while Bi-Han forces himself into your unprepared tight cunt. He grabs your neck, chill running down your spine as frost cripples on your skin. He feels your fear, and he appreciates the sacrifice you make for him: his lowest, animalistic parts came into the game when the family broke apart. Bi-Han feeds on your emotions, he wants you to show him the spectrum of pain and despair. His sadistic dream is to see you cry, while he cums inside you, dominating your body and proving for another time that it belongs to him.

• You are free to bite him however you want and have as much blood as you need, but you stopped drinking from him. Bi-Han takes you to public executions to awaken your bloodlust, but you don't seem to enjoy it. Watching another human being reduced to the bag of flesh and bones with blood staining every inch of the execution yard doesn't thrill your soul anymore. Your body is in a sleeping state, waiting for the hazardous winter of Bi-Han's soul to calm down. You can't function properly anymore but he keeps calling for a hunter inside you: Bi-Han cuts himself raw and brings the bleeding wounds close to your face to feed you. Such a rough manipulation makes you succumb to his will, and you force yourself to taste his blood, afraid of his generosity. Bi-Han wants you to need him, inspires you to think that you depend on him. 

In between the ever sleeping and tranquil nature, the Lin Kuei mansion stood as restless colossus. On the vast territory of Lin Kuei there was only one calm place, situated in the heart of the forest, far from hassle and routine. Placed in a cave and kept a secret, it was rarely visited by those who were trusted, because its origin couldn't leave anyone vacant of the tragedy that happened decades ago but still had an impact on ongoing life.

Bi-Han put his hand on a glass surface of the coffin, and it got covered in frost immediately. After all those years your face remained your lovely features, even though your brows were hidden under the snow, your face fell and skin got a deep purple color of death under your eyes, on your nose and lips. Bi-Han avoided looking at the smaller coffin that was staying near yours. A titan and a greatest warrior, he felt ashamed every time he visited the sepulchre of his darlings – it was the evidence of his disgrace. The creator of lives and Worlds wasn't able to make a proper fate for the ones he loved and failed to protect them. He could hear the wind imitating your voice, those whispers drove him crazy.

Bi-Han had never cried in his life and he hated himself for it. Even when he saw you pressing the dead body of your son to your wounded chest, even when you died three days after from infection, he wasn't able to shed a tear. Bi-Han felt the burning sensation in his nose and eyes, his chest was heavy, and the cold heart was aching, but not a tear showed on his eyes. It was impossible to stand. 

He needed you. Bi-Han felt guilty for every time he was annoyed at you and wished to spend time alone – an idiot, he couldn't even think of you disappearing from his life. Now he had all the time for himself. He remembered how you were hovering about him, calling him by the short name he hated badly – Bi-Bi. In the past days Bi-Han would never believe that he would miss this nickname; he was dying to hear you saying it again.

“Promise me that you won't try to bring me back when I die,” your voice sounded in his head. It was so vivid, so clear as if you were talking to him. “You have to learn to live without me. So please, promise…” 

The descendants of the clan of yours were dead, as it was promised in the gruesome prophecy that was mentioned on the day of your birth. Bi-Han got lost in his thoughts, then he shuddered and glanced back at the coffin, but instead of your face he saw only your bare skull. He got delusional again.

Bi-Han missed your temperamental character, the vital tempo of your speech and your audacious words. Since the first meeting you acted as equal to him, that's why he fell in love with you – you were free from fawning and were honest with him no matter how cruel your opinion was. In Bi-Han's universe you had the best fate that was tightly bound with his. Long before he became a titan he promised to bring you to the world conquered by him, and he kept his word.

“I can't. I'll do everything for you, you know. But I can't keep my last promise. Not this time…” Bi-Han spoke quietly, keeping long pauses between words, ashamed of himself. 

Timeline after timeline he was killing Titans and destroying universes, searching for you but for other creators of fates you were nothing, so you didn't exist in their worlds. Your clan of umbramancers was erased from many timelines because of a potential menace that your magic carried with it. Umbramancy gave its users an opportunity to hide and teleport in the shadows, and manipulate them – afraid of such a power, Titans chose to send your clan to oblivion to secure themself. Bi-Han had given up already, when suddenly he found Liu Kang's creation. 

Geras, Bi-Han's devoted helper, showed him the way to spy on your life in another timeline. Hundreds of years had passed since he had a chance to see your face. Geras knew what to show to him, a merry memory of yours: you were smiling wide, your gaze sparkling with happiness. Wrinkles, just like sun rays, laid in the corner of your eyes; your hair fluttering in the wind. Alive and joyful – he couldn't pray for more. Bi-Han realized how much he had missed you, how lonely and pathetic he was without you by his side. Since the day Bi-Han saw you again, watching you became his destructive addiction. 

The brave Generals, Kuai Liang and Tomas Vrbada, his dear brothers, suspected that Bi-Han's grief took an abnormal form. Bi-Han was missing for weeks in the Hourglass Chamber, still they didn't dare to disturb his mourning. 

Bi-Han found out a lot of things about you. He was glad to know you married his alternate version. Even in another world you were staying with him, proving that the Universe itself connected your souls together, but his mind was aching with jealousy. How foul would it be to tear you out of your world and push you into the new one? There was no right answer to it but he mused at the question, reaching different results every day. 

You seemed to be attached to your Bi-Han wholeheartedly, but he didn't feel the same towards you. The Sub-Zero you knew was quarrelsome, prideful and avid for blemishes. He lost his brothers because of his indomitable pride and neglected you, the only person who cared about him no matter how badly he hurt you with his words. He treated you like a devoted dog, not like an equal partner. There was some tension between you two that had roots sprouting deep into the history of the two clans. Soon the Titan found out: the tension was caused by a possible affair between the previous Grandmaster of Lin Kuei and your mother which may have resulted in you. Sub-Zero didn't have any proof of such a lascivious fantasy, yet it was weighing too heavily on his heart, making him hate and, at the same time, love the fact that he was possibly married to his sister. There were speculations of your relatedness between troops, and even more wild guesses were circulating in other clans. 

The neglect and perversity another Sub-Zero treated you with were… unforgiving and infuriating. If you stayed under the Titan's care, nothing of that would ever happen to you. He treated your family with the same respect and solicitude he had treated his own mother with back in the days she was alive. The Lin Kuei disciples in his world would never dare to look at you without permission, as they were trained and raised in strictness and subordination, and they were punished with death for breaking the rules. They feared Bi-Han as their Grandmaster and their God. How dared Liu Kang, that foolish parody of a God, spoil your life in such a horrific way? How could he humiliate you by making you cling to Sub-Zero, who loved only his fantasy about you, not your persona? For that both of them had to pay.

Without you this world of snow and ice was nothing, and the evil fate of being restarted was threatening it. Now, when Bi-Han had hoped to be happy again, he was determined to conquer Liu Kang's timeline and bring you to the world, where you would know no tragedies. Bi-Han convened the generals of Lin Kuei and declared the beginning of invasion. With his army, full of pyro-, cryo- and umbramancers, and Tomas' special powers, the war promised to be easy.

As your husband went on a mission, Lin Kuei was left without a Grandmaster and required his return to continue the paralyzed work. In addition, he was a Grandmaster of your clan, which needed guidance and everyday assistance as well. Even though it became easier for Bi-Han to rule the clans after merging them together, it still gave him headaches. 

You didn't expect to become Bi-Han's wife. You respected him as a wise Grandmaster, dreamed of establishing diplomatic relations between the families, but you never thought of falling for him and getting into his bed – you had your own ambitions of dismissing your grandfather and becoming Grandmaster yourself, then taking your clan on another level. For that you left your home and started a journey to find the source of your magic and develop it. Unfortunately, the rules of the clan weren't so easy to break – no women were allowed to take leadership in the clan, so you had to give Bi-Han the chair of Grandmaster in exchange for him bringing the clan to its previous glory. Under his guidance, the family finally bloomed, and the alliance with Lin Kuei brought it only benefits. 

Bi-Han was first to show his strange affection towards you: unlike his brothers, you shared Bi-Han's ideals and supported him, which brought his attention to you. The question of your affiliation to Lin Kuei was acute due to your physical similarity with Bi-Han and Kuai Liang but your loyalty and meekness were enough to smother the flames of hatred Bi-Han had felt towards you for years. Both Bi-Han and Kuai Liang were old enough when your mother was visiting Lin Kuei under the status of a special guest. It couldn't escape their sight of how the relationship between their parents worsened every time this woman appeared in the mansion, so both of them developed strong antipathy to her. They didn't expect to see you, her daughter, walking on the earth of Arctika and asking for help. 

After betrayal of his brothers, Bi-Han found consolation in your body and in your stupid faithfulness that appeared out of nowhere. Women from your family were noticeable for knowledge in servicing men and possessed a unique grace. If his father was looking for the same things in your mother's arms, Bi-Han could understand him like no one else. His mother was known for a cold character and rough treatment of her darlings. She could never give his father the same solace as your mother did. Your clan also was famous for breeding dogs, and you turned out to be the best from the breed, so Bi-Han didn't hesitate to make you his wife. The union with you won him so many benefits he couldn't believe in his luck. If his brothers found out about the marriage they would judge him for sure – you were much younger than Bi-Han. The age difference between you two was something you both preferred to ignore. For you it was just an unfortunate combination of circumstances, and for him – a spicy detail that boosted Bi-Han's desire towards you.

On a usual morning, you were watching the training of new disciples from your balcony. The weather was nice: a light breeze fondled your face, playing with strands of lovely baby hair on your forehead, the sky was clear, charming with its endless blue color. A cup of hot jasmine tea was cooling down on a coffee table. You took a piece of rice cake filled with bean paste and put it in your mouth carefully so as not to ruin your lipstick. Savoring the pastry, you closed your eyes for a moment in joy. 

The day promised to be boring and deprived of events until you felt a sudden chill covering your whole body. Your limbs froze in a moment, making it hard to move. You weren't the only one to notice a sudden temperature fall – others seemed perplexed and chilled as well. 

“Mistress, the generators are covered with ice! We can't unfreeze them!” A maid ran to you, almost falling on her knees. Her dress was covered in frost and her teeth were stuttering, making her speech impossible to understand. You took off your coat and wrapped her up into it. The problem with generators meant nothing good: Sektor's territory depended on them heavily. The training was dismissed. You sent the maid out and headed to Sektor – maybe he knew what was happening. 

Sektor wasn't welcoming to you. He replied dryly, grudgingly even. His devices had registered a sudden fall of temperature not only in Arctika, but in the closest countries as well. Temperature remained -40 degrees Celsius and promised to continue falling down. It was twice lower than the average temperature of the present month. Arctika had seen worse, but such a sudden outbreak of cold raised questions no one ventured to ask. Sektor did a quick research: various news portals reported the temperature decrease in the whole world and the following panic, especially from warmer regions.

“Guess I have to put on my mink coat,” you smirked. “I'll go out to Wu Shi. Maybe Liu Kang's friends know something.”

“Do as you wish.” Sektor replied. The whole building went on a blackout right after. “What the hell is even that?!” He couldn't hold back his anger and irritation. 

“The generators died.” You stated calmly.

“It's impossible! I've made them protected from all the natural disasters!” Sektor took his coat and left in a hurry. You had a guess on what he tried to tell you, but you didn't want your speculation to be true.

Preparations didn't take a lot of time: you commanded to bring out your horse, and it was there in seconds. You opened the portal and stepped in, leading a stubborn horse behind. Outlanders were obliged to open their portals far outside the Wu Shi Academy, so you saddled the horse and gave it a slap on its ribs, taking a route. The path led through dense forest; no human traces could be found, making it easy to get lost. You were musing, until you heard familiar voices. Surely, one of them belonged to Johnny Cage – his sugary baritone made you sick in your stomach – and others seemed to be Kung Lao's and Kenshi’s. Their shouting was interrupted with a sound of fighting.

You stopped your horse and heeded. Maybe it wasn't the right time for you to visit the Academy? You weren't a warrior, so you avoided partaking in combat. The only weapon you could use was a pistol with magical energy instead of real bullets. Your skill in casting martial spells was ridiculously low. All you were good for were teleportation and hiding. Your chances to survive a single combat without Bi-Han or a bunch of assassins by your side were approaching zero. 

You were choosing between saving your life and feeding your curiosity. Due to your alliance with Lin Kuei, Liu Kang's friends thought of you as a danger, they would attack you if you showed yourself on a battlefield. Yet you wanted to know who they were fighting. Who dared to attack the Academy? You bit your lip, making a final decision. With a great effort, you preferred the second option. 

Your horse made careful steps to avoid being detected, while creeping to the combat. You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the battleground and recognized the person of a familiar physique dressed in the blue clothes. Johnny Cage sneaked behind the person's back, ready to make a dirty hit with a sword. You noticed Kenshi and Kung Lao as well: Kenshi was defending the monk, who tried to unfreeze his legs. There was no doubt about the person's identity. Your instincts reacted before your brain: you teleported into Bi-Han's shadow, and opened a small portal, which absorbed Johnny's sword. 

“Fuck you!” Cage jumped back; you took the gun from your belt and pointed at him, opening the fire immediately. “Idiot! It's not him! We're under attack!”

You shot Cage in his leg, and Bi-Han threw an ice ball at him, knocking Johnny out. His body flew a couple of meters away, falling dangerously close to the end of the cliff. 

Your sudden aid wasn't necessary. Bi-Han knew about Cage's attack and was ready to smash his head into bloody icicles with a punch of an ice-covered fist. Bi-Han turned back, noticing hair of the familiar color and the same fur coat of men's cut that was covering fragile shoulders. He didn't need to see you as a whole to finish the look of your younger form in his imagination. 

The sun, caught in your shining hair, gave it perfect golden shade; brows slightly furrowed, cold-pink blush adorning your nose and plump cheeks – it was the sight of you Bi-Han missed to see. 

You thought your eyes deceived you: Bi-Han appeared to look older than before; his warm brown eyes were shining with wild blue light. His usual costume changed on steel armor you had never seen before. You got a strange feeling of a double making parody of your beloved, trying to act normal but scaring you with this deliberate normality. 

“You're the same as I remember you…” Bi-Han spoke to you softly and pressed his palm to your cheek. An alien cold pierced your face, making you flinch in pain. It left traces of frost on your reddened skin. Bi-Han's hands were never this cold and his touch had never hurt you before. “So easy to break.”

The Titan noticed minor changes in your behavior: you were more delicate and caring, just like a flower. The look you gave him made Titan's heart contract. Your deep eyes, adorned with black fluffy lashes, reflected intense anxiety and joylessness. You gave him the look of a mother, worried about a sick child. Your pouty lips were slightly open, finishing the picture of perplexity. 

“What are you talking about, Bi-Han?” You stuttered at the word, glancing into his eyes and trying to find some answers on what was happening. Johnny's words played in your head, and you understood that someone was pretending to be your husband. 

Rumble shook the ground; you turned your head to the sound and you noticed that the cliff, on which Cage was laying, was about to fall down. You recoiled from Bi-Han, pressing hands to your chest. It was your sign for running away, so you teleported to Johnny and caught him by hand. From your weight the cliff broke away, and you looked into the abyss that opened under your body, trying to find a place for safe landing. The Titan was looking after you with sadness, not trying to stop you. 

The fall was rough, yet both of you were safe now. You hit your shoulder on a rock and laid on the damaged side for a moment, trying to catch your breath. 

“Cage, are you alright?” You called for him and stood up. “I'm sorry for shooting you…” 

You felt guilty, so you sat in front of him and made a careful examination of his bleeding wound. Johnny blushed from your distressed and guilty face. You had nothing for bandage, so you tore off some cloth from your costume. 

Johnny hurried to gather his thoughts and smirked. “A real woman always does radical things before thinking about the consequences.”

“Will others be alright?” You changed the topic before he could annoy you. You covered the wound and tightened the bandage.

“Yes, they will. Liu Kang will be here any minute.” Johnny hissed at the tightness of your grip. “I-I thought young women have delicate hands!”

“Sorry, super star, painful but effective. Come on.” You placed his hand over your shoulders, helping him to get up. “I hope Liu Kang will forgive us for the intrusion.”

“Hey, lady,” Cage smiled softly, certainly trying to make an impression. “I'm thankful for everything you've done to me, but it should be me helping a woman to walk. I can handle a petite wound myself.” Despite his words Johnny had to admit that he liked to be carried by you. It was the first time you let him get so close to you. He could feel the scent of your hair: it smelled of violet, pepper and cedar. 

“Oh, thank you,” You dropped his hand immediately. “You are a heavy boy, you know?”

“Muscles and charisma weigh enough.” He laughed smugly. 

“No, that's not the point.” You replied casually and focused on opening the portal right to Wu Shi Academy. 

Johnny sucked the cold air indignantly, then started coughing. Cage and you had met already and his ignorance made a dual effect on you. The conflict of interest between monks and Lin Kuei about the Mortal Kombat tournament and his treatment of you also worsened the relationship between the actor and you. Like Bi-Han, you too thought that Lin Kuei was the only one to have a right to represent Earthrealm in the arena, and Johnny Cage was too full of himself to think otherwise. Mistaking you for Bi-Han's sister, he mocked you for being an edgy teenager who copied her older brother with brash ideas. Without knowing the truth he hit the right nerve and caused a terrible fight. 

The dark circle appeared in front of you, cutting into the space. You got in, without waiting, and Johnny hurried after you before the portal closed. 

Wu Shi met you with an alarmed fuss. Monks were running back and forth, preparing for something. From their conversations you found out that Sub-Zero left the area without making it to the Academy, which made you suspicious. You didn't know about this Sub-Zero, but yours had never left the battle without achieving his goals. 

“Unexpected to see Lin Kuei on our territory.” Liu Kang appeared in front of you out of nowhere, making you jump. “I know why you are here. Come with us.”

Mysterious as always, Liu Kang showed you the way to the meeting room. As his inadvertent enemy, you were surprised to be welcomed and invited for the discussion. You came to the room that was located in the back of the Academy and was isolated from the inner yard by thick paper walls with historical paintings. It was quiet here: no sound from the training field and dormitory could be heard. The atmosphere was tense. Takashi Kenshi and Kung Lao were already here, and you noticed Scorpion with Smoke in the back. Men stopped talking when you came in. 

“Long time no see.” Kuai Liang nodded his head to you. 

You said nothing. There was an invisible wall between them and you, which you weren't able to break. A moment took too long, so you had to come up with something. “Glad to know both of you are fine.”

“Why wouldn't we?” Tomas giggled. You shrugged your shoulders escaping the dialogue. You missed the old days when brothers shared the same path and ideas. Back to the past, you had a strong sense of belonging to their company, and the time you had spent with them was precious to you. Around you they forgot about controversies and acted patiently towards each other. Neither Tomas nor Kuai Liang didn't hold any malice toward you despite the rough farewell with Bi-Han. Probably both of them cherished the good memories about you too.

You caught Tomas eyeing you. He understood that he was spotted and smiled at you, his cheeks slightly pink. You smiled back awkwardly: you two spent plenty of time together, before you met Bi-Han, and it was clear that Tomas felt something more for you, though it was obvious that you could never make it together. 

Finally Liu Kang came back to the room and started the meeting. “As all of you have noticed already, our realm is under attack by Titan Sub-Zero. He came from his timeline only to wreak havoc in ours.” 

You glanced at the God of fire, anxiety on your face. “Another timeline?” You asked. By the behavior of others you realized that you were the only one unaware of it. “A Titan? What does it mean?”

“Well, don't know ‘bout you, guys, but I can understand her. Our Ice-to-see-you Grandmaster could've done this easily too.” Cage blurted, making a little laugh. Kenshi let out a deep sigh.

“Bi-Han would never!” You snapped out. Instead of powerful irritation your voice gave the emotion of an offended child. You hurried to regain composure. “It is you who declared us your enemies for our opinion being different from yours. You should've met our offers with respect, not prejudice.” 

Scorpion raised his brows. “Bi-Han? Shouldn't you call him a Grandmaster?” He watched your face turn pale. “Just because you chose to keep diplomatic relations with him doesn't make you his herald.” 

“I'm not his troop and I'm certainly not his herald, Kuai Liang. I'm a good friend of Lin Kuei, so I can address the Grandmaster in an informal way.” You muttered. 

“Easy, Scorpion. I guess she is closer to him than you.” Kenshi intervened with a smile, then talked to you. “That mark on the back of your neck… I saw it glowing brighter, when the Titan talked to you. You are also the one whom he didn't attack.”

Kuai Liang gave you a long stare, then whispered something to Tomas. Vbrada responded with a surprised look. Your cheeks flushed pink. You didn't know that anyone else but Bi-Han could see the bridal mark he had left on your body on the wedding day. The mark gave you a special aura that indicated your belonging to Lin Kuei and Bi-Han specifically: Tomas, Kuai Liang and Liu Kang's team didn't feel the full effect of it due to their awareness of your fraction. They thought of you as a Sub-Zero's friend, so there was nothing unusual in sensing his aura on you for them. 

“He talked to you?!” Kung Lao was done with this fuss and stepped in front of you, his eyes looking at you defiantly, as if he was suspecting you in collusion with the invader. Fortunately he easily forgot about the mark.

The atmosphere tensed. Your head started aching from all the noise that was surrounding you: you weren't used to attending meetings, especially urgent ones. Bi-Han kept you away from politics and let you live in the shadows. Your duty was simple: rest for the day and amuse him for the night. You were taken aback by all the sudden attention you got. Everyone wanted something from you: an explanation, a repentance, a strategy but you couldn't give them any of this.

“He spoke nonsense. I didn't reply.” You stuttered, looking into Kung Lao's eyes. His ardor faded away, as he realized how scared you were by his actions. 

“What kind of nonsense?” Liu Kang took an interest. He pressed his fingers to his chin, rethinking the situation. “If the bridal mark on your neck works as a protection, you could play as a diplomat.”

In a bustle you heard something similar to scream: you turned your head to the door but the sound disappeared. It seemed like your imagination tricked you, yet you felt uncomfortable. Paranoia builded up slowly. Didn't Sub-Zero take his troops from another world to assist him? And if he did, where were they?

Invader's words stumped you. From his speech you guessed that something had happened to you in his world. Was it the reason which brought him here? Chill went down your spine, as you started worrying about Bi-Han. Was he safe? You couldn't even imagine what he was doing. You didn't want him to come back home – two Sub-Zeros would kill each other, so it was better for Bi-Han to stay on his mission longer. 

“A bridal mark? I didn't get it, are they married?” Johnny whispered to Smoke and waited until he nodded affirmatively. “Hell no! I refuse to believe that a guy with chronic sore-throat has a young hottie as a wife while I'm divorced!”

“Cage!” Tomas hissed.

“Enough!” Liu Kang clapped, calming everyone down. “There is no time for fun! We should prepare for war.” The God came to you and addressed you. “Your help will be a game changer for us.”

“It all depends on Bi-Han.” You refused in a polite way.

“Your spying skills could come handy. If you follow him…” Liu Kang continued to convince you.

“No.” You cut him off without hesitation. A nervous giggle escaped your lips. “I won't do that. Even a normal Bi-Han can easily feel me creeping up on him, and you want to send me to a Titan, who seems to know everything about me and even more. He will track me in a second and kill me. I won't put my life in such a stupid risk!”

The temperature became warmer in the room. Probably, it was Liu Kang's and Kuai Liang's pyromancy giving an extra warmth. 

“All of us are putting their lives at risk.” Kenshi added. “There is no war without it.”

“I'm a woman, not a warrior. It is your problem, not mine.” You said, bristling. 

Your nose felt a terrible stench, which you chose to ignore. 

“Kenshi, she is right.” Kuai Liang stood up for you. “We can't use women for benefit. Bi-Han's power is monstrous. Married or not, he will kill her without delay for spying.” 

“You, guys, have know idea on how to talk to women.” Johnny clicked on his tongue and fixed his hair, preparing for speech. 

Umbramancy…  The shadow behind Johnny stood still as he posed. You stumbled at your words and focused your vision on the shadows in the room. A terrifying assumption appeared in your mind: for this whole time Titan's troops were here, right under your nose, using shadow magic. You drew your gun and fired a shot at Johnny Cage. The energy bullet flew dangerously close to his neck and smashed the wall behind his back, where the shadow laid. A troop of the Titan fell on the floor, dead. 

The paper wall suddenly broke and the kunai flew through it in your direction. You were staying too close to it and there was no time to hide – immediate death, but instead of killing you, a rope made a tight loop around your neck. You caught it, trying to ease the loop with your fingers, but someone who was holding it, pulled it back with so much force you were dragged away with it. Your skin got a burn, and your neck almost broke from the pressure. As soon as you ended up on the street, you teleported to the first shadow you saw. The rope eased and the kunai fell down.

“Kuai Liang?!” You exclaimed and stepped back, looking at the man in front of you. It wasn't the Scorpion you knew. This one had traces of snow in his black hair and frostbitten scars on the both sides of his face. Fiery brown eyes and bluish lips were bright on his pale lifeless face.

“I almost forgot how you look. Glad to see you safe and sound again.” Scorpion's tone was calm. He stood still, yet prepared for the strike. Your inner sense told you he meant no harm to you – or he was ordered not to.

Everything happened in a mere seconds. You looked around: the yard was filled with burnt out bodies. The mistake you made for ignoring the clear evidence of his presence was tragic and expensive. 

“You have only one question to ask before a greater fight.” He warned you, and your mind went completely blank. You were confused. 

“Why are you here?” It was the only thing you were able to blurt out. 

“Because of you and Grandmaster's warrior ambitions.” The man granted you a little smile.

Just like Scorpion predicted, Liu Kang showed up on the street and was attacked by Smoke, who was hiding all this time. You rushed to help him, but Scorpion's kunai wrapped around your hand and dragged you to him, making you fall on your back.

“Stay away from the battleground. It is not your war.” He gave you his hand to help you get up. You froze, puzzled at his action. 

Other fighters filled the yard, turning it into a mess. Umbramancers, dressed in a uniform that belonged to another world, jumped out the shadows. The massacre started. 

Your eyes shifted searching for a place to teleport, and Scorpion noticed it. He threw a kunai and it pierced the ground near your leg, distracting you.

“Your stubbornness brought us tragedy once.” His voice became lower, as he was enraged by your attempts to run away. “Move one more time and you will have to fight me.”

Did you want to fight someone, who killed all the Wu Shi right under Liu Kang's nose? No. Did you think it was a betrayal to your new allies? Yes, but you didn't care. You accepted Scorpion's hand, and got up from the snow. Alien Scorpion was right – it wasn't your fight. 

“Is there any chance to stop it?” You asked, looking at the battlefield. 

He shook his head. “The fate of this world was already predicted. I must admit, in this timeline you are more careful. The version of you that I knew would initiate combat immediately.” 

“Was I a warrior?” You asked with disbelief. 

“A great one. With you by our side we conquered numerous worlds.” Scorpion remained relaxed but he was eyeing you carefully, expecting you to run away.

It wasn't right. You felt your brain aching from the dissonance. Two Scorpions, two Smokes who tried to kill each other. You didn't want them to die, none of them, but you couldn't stop thinking about the new world that opened in front of you. What was your life in another world? Were you precious to Titan Bi-Han? You had too many questions and you wanted the answers to all of them.

No. You cut off your thoughts. You belonged to this world and to your husband. You didn't need another life and a copy of him. 

Once again the temperature dropped. Your chest got compressed with pain as it became too hard to breathe. Once again you examined the surroundings, searching for the Titan. You found him coming from the main entrance, blocks of bloody ice were rising where he stepped. In his hand the Titan was carrying a severed head. 

You focused your eyes and startled. Kuai Liang saw your face fall and grabbed you by your shoulder to prevent you from doing stupid things. 

You prayed to be wrong. You prayed for your eyes to deceive you. You pushed Kuai Liang away and ran towards the Titan, who was coming to you. His eyes were glowing with a sinister flame, and his fingers tangled in the black hair of the head carelessly. This horrifying colossus radiated the energy of suffering and power that was too potent for this world. He targeted you and his face became softer. He threw the head under your feet, showing you the first and the cruelest rule of the universal order: the winner deserved to win.

You fell on your knees to pick up what was the head of Bi-Han. You looked into his dull colorless eyes, hoping for something. You couldn't breathe anymore as your chest was filled with agony. You didn't believe in it. You stumbled in panic and fear. Frozen blood broke out the insides of his neck and fell on your thighs as colored icicles. 

You raised your gaze to the Titan; tears in your eyes. He passed by you and patted your head offhandedly. You howled from this mockery, pressing Bi-Han's head to your chest as if it could bring him back to life. 

“Go to Outworld and help Sektor.” the Titan commanded Scorpion, and he executed the order without delay.

What kind of bad dream was this? You heard screams and they brought you back to reality. It wasn't just screams of pain, it was loud, piercing cries on the verge of vocal cords. You looked back and half of your hair turned white from terror. You saw Him tearing off limbs of the people you once knew so easily as if they were insects. Johnny, Kung Lao, Tomas, Kenshi – they died a terrible death. The Titan grabbed Kuai Liang by his head and smashed it on a glacier. You turned away, breathing heavily. You didn't notice how your fingers clawed into Bi-Han's head like it was a safe straw for your mind. You had to run away – no way the Titan would show mercy on you. He was just prolonging the hunt, you were sure. You tried to stand up but failed: your body froze in the pathetic pose, and your muscles refused to move. Your limbs felt like they were made from iron. 

You realized how cold you were. Rigor shackled you to the ground, leaving you no other option but to accept your fate. You didn't want to die. You were afraid of death and would always choose to live, even under the label of a traitor and a coward. You were just a woman, with no special talents and skills, with simple goals and even simpler ideas. Your duty was to serve and you performed it well. You wanted to live and to bestow life. You were nothing compared to the men who died so disgracefully this day. The Titan crushed the best warriors of the Earthrealm with his celestial might in minutes. Slowly, you realized that there was no point in running away: the whole timeline was about to die. You closed your eyes, preparing for death.

Sudden warmth made you open them wide. “It all ended,” Tomas’ voice sounded in your ears. “You don't have to worry anymore.” Tomas wrapped you up in his jacket. He sat near you, checking if you were hurt. 

Hot tears burned your face. It was such a cruel, horrific torture. Moments ago you saw him dismembered, his lower jaw snatched out roughly. 

“There is no need to cry, princess.” Tomas brushed the hair back from your face. He didn't stop talking so he could distract you. “From now on, you will smile only.” 

You didn't notice how Tomas pulled the head out of your grip; your eyes were shifting, studying his face. His grey eyes got a bluish undertone, light azure scars crossed his forehead, lids and right cheek. “I can't believe my eyes!.. You're alive…” You grabbed his face and touched every part of if, checking if he was real. Your cold stiffened fingers could hardly move, making every motion slow and painful. 

“You won't believe me but I feel the same.” Tomas smiled widely. “We have to go now. Can you stand?”

Tomas threw the head away as fast as he could, while you tried to stand up by yourself. Then he bent down and gripped you under your waist. You made a step but your feet tangled in the hem of your dress, making you fall. 

“It will take us too much time if we continue our voyeur like this.” Tomas opened the portal and took you up in his arms with a fast move. “I hope my brother will forgive me.”

Brother… you hadn't heard Tomas calling Bi-Han this way for a long time. Their relationship was nothing but an endless confrontation and worsened to the point of no return before the fall of the brotherhood. Maybe in another universe they were close brothers, you hoped. 

Tomas brought you to the world of blazing white winter. He put you on the ground, and snow crunched under your feet. Everything here was covered in ice and snow: Lin Kuei mansion was covered in ice fully and dazzled in the bright sun. 

“It will get more beautiful at night.” Tomas patted your back. “C'mon. We need to warm you up.” 

You were escorted to your room. It was made in a harmonious mix of ancient and modern styles, in blue and white colors. It was so light and tranquil here, you were afraid to break the idyll with your presence. Tomas ignited the fireplace, and the room filled with pleasant warmth. Your whole body was aching but you escaped the frostbites luckily.

It was so strange to look at the place where your alternate version used to live. Everything seemed familiar but obscure at the same time. You were afraid to touch and even look at anything. 

“Feel free here,” Tomas smiled. “This is your home.”

“I just…” You bit on your lower lip and it started bleeding. “I can't understand what is going on. This is like a hectic dream. My world is getting destroyed, my husband, my friends are all dead and I'm here, enjoying my life on their bones.” You didn't notice how you started crying again. Tomas wasn't ready for your reaction. He was taken aback, as he was used to seeing you collected and always calm. There was no situation that could drive you to tears, except the last few days of your tragic end – but they were an ordeal for everyone in the Lin Kuei. 

You were different from yourself. Younger, softer, more dreamy and caring. Seeing you again stirred up long forgotten emotions in Tomas’ heart. But instead of a fearless warrior he communicated with a subtle maiden that fondled him with attention she shouldn't be showing. The burden of your death damaged him even worse than Bi-Han. Unlike his older brother, Tomas wasn't able to bask in your love: he was just a situative bodyguard for you. Bi-Han trusted him, but the amount of time Tomas had spent with you resulted in love naturally. He saw you marrying and loving the different man, bearing his child and nursing it. Every time Tomas held his nephew he couldn't stop thinking that it could be his child with you. Your son took after you which made Tomas’ delusional dreams easier. 

You covered your face, crying. Tomas heard you sobbing; unsure of what he was doing, he hugged you, pressing you tight to his body. You hugged him back immediately, face buried in his chest; Vrbada's heart skipped a beat. Having you in his arms was his wish, no matter the circumstances he was happy to feel you so close. 

“I missed you so much!..” You got delirious, mistaking living with dead. “You are my family, my only home! When Kuai Liang and you left us, I felt like the ground was falling out from under my feet! And Bi-Han, he missed you two even more but he had never shown it!”

Tomas didn't know what you were talking about, but he didn't ask any questions. Bi-Han didn't explain anything to Kuai Liang and him. From Geras they found out that Bi-Han got addicted to spying on your life in another timeline. For the brothers the result of such an addiction was obvious, but they didn't judge Bi-Han for his weakness – they needed you too. Without you Lin Kuei was just a gloomy clan of assassins, who had no home and no fate. Your vivid presence was the reason why brothers wanted to return back from missions; the reminiscence of your smile was enough to make them fight for life and win, even when death was unavoidable. 

Tomas helped you to calm down and left you to rest. Despite the endless happiness from your return, he felt uneasy in his chest, as the new loop of his suffering started. 

Piece by piece you were collecting yourself till the night. Maids knocked at your door a couple of times, trying to serve you food, but you send them off. You tried to have some sleep but your brain couldn't stop thinking, bringing horrific images to your eyes. You bathed, and the calmness of water was able to soothe the flames of your imagination. You opened the wardrobe to change the dress; again, you shrank into yourself. All pieces of your clothes were colored in different shades of blue. In the real world, you wore only black – it was the signature color of your family. 

You chose the darkest dress and came to the vanity. At least the other you preferred the same style as real you. You preferred your makeup light: mascara, rosy cheeks and slightly red lips. Bi-Han told you that you look like a peony – you had always had fresh bouquets of these flowers on your bedside table as a reminder of his affection. 

Another knock at the door tore you out of your thoughts. “Madame,” Subtle voice of the maid made you turn your head in her direction. “You haven't eaten for the whole day. Please, have a light dinner at least. Master Vrbada ordered us to feed you properly.”

“Where is Tomas?” You stood up from where you sat, and agile maids slipped into your chamber with trays full of different food.

“He left with the Grandmaster.” The one, that was jabbering with you, made a bow. 

You looked at the amount of food they brought. “Please, eat with me. I need company.” You didn't want to stay alone and sharing your supper with young girls seemed like a good idea.

“We are not allowed to eat the same food as you, ma'am. It's a rule. Please, forgive us.” They eyed you like a living wonder. Maids seemed to be a little afraid to see you walking on their Earth again. You sighed and sent them out, alone again.

It wasn't a light dinner at all – chicken dumplings with soup, some salad and steamed buns with condensed milk and black tea for dessert. The only thing you finished properly were buns – you were ready to ask for one more portion but shyness took over you. 

You asked one of the maids to show you the manor, and all of them agreed suddenly. Bristly, they started quarreling about who will have an honor to join the madame on her walk. You laughed, covering your mouth with a long sleeve. “We can go all together. No need to choose.”

With a happy hubbub from maids, your company was exploring the manor. To your surprise, planning was similar. No matter the universe, Bi-Han seemed to be the same person. When you came near male quarters, maides stopped you from further exploration. Further territory was forbidden for your visiting. Not only the Grandmaster and his generals lived there but caserns were situated in this direction as well. 

You heard the voices of the brothers behind the closed door. “Did they come back?” You asked the maids, your eyes focused on the door. You were afraid to hear yes and no equally. 

The mark on your neck started pricking. The door opened, and you saw Bi-Han in front of you. He heard your voice as well. Your heart sank, his did as well. The maids fell silent and bowed their heads. 

“I'm glad you came to see me on your own.” He smiled. You were invited to join his conversation with Kuai Liang and Tomas; the maids were sent out. “Making friends already?” Bi-Han spoke softly and made a little laugh. You nodded. Words got stuck in your throat. Kuai Liang waved his hand to you. “We will finish our business tomorrow. Now let us have a pleasant conversation.”

Kuai Liang glanced at you, “Blue suits you better. Welcome back.”

“Thank you,” You whispered. 

Kuai Liang liked you better like this. Before your rebirth you were too masculine for his taste: bratty, you didn't know the definition of shame. You spoke out everything that came on your mind, you had never obeyed orders and didn't listen to the warnings. Your folly played against you, taking away not only your life but the life of your child as well. Kuai Liang couldn't even imagine how you felt, facing the death of your son and then dying agonizingly slow yourself, suffering from both physical and psychological pain. Fortunately, you had no such experience in your new life. Kuai Liang listened to your reasoning during the meeting with the God of Fire, and found them suitable for a woman like you. Classy and traditional, you made every man speechless with your gaze. You possessed a soft power of femininity, and if you weren't married to his brother, Kuai Liang would take you as his bride himself.

Surrounded by three mighty men, you felt long awaited calmness. Your strained body relaxed; sleepy, you kept your eyes with a velvety gaze open by a great effort. It seemed like you fell into a dream for a second – and again there was a big room with a dim warm light, cups with steaming tea, and low voices of brothers. 

Your dizziness went away when Tomas and Kuai Liang left the room. You stood up, too, waiting for Bi-Han to say something. 

“You may sleep in my room tonight.” He hugged you by shoulders, and guided you to his bedroom. 

“And on other nights? Will we be separated?” You asked, again your feelings were too complicated to realize. Your bed was never empty at night, and you didn't want to stay alone in this unknown world. From the other side, you were afraid to lay with the Titan. 

“No, my love. I will stay in your chamber.” Bi-Han cupped your cheek. You winced as cold pierced your skin again. “You are not allowed to leave the female part of the mansion. Other men are allowed to see you under mine or my brothers’ escort.”

You were visibly perplexed by his words, so he made an explanation. Still, you wondered why would Bi-Han be so paranoid about it. 

A maid brought you a night dress. You changed quickly and layed in bed without waiting for Bi-Han. You were uncomfortable but all the tiredness and stress you felt crushed on you, making you fall to sleep. 

Bi-Han found you sleeping on your right side, hands hugging a crumpled blanket. “Good night, my love.” The scenery was so sweet he couldn't help but smile for a moment. You were back. His treasure, his sun and the light of his life. You were a different version of yourself  but he didn't mind. He liked you this way too.

The sweet veil fell off his mind, exposing a beast, hungry for his prey. Bi-Han was burning with desire, he could sense his muscles tensed from readiness of taking advantage of you. You were blowing hot: your quiet breathing, your hair on his pillows, outlines of your figure under a heavy blanket – you were igniting his soul, toying with the beast of his thoughts with this exposed innocence. It was a state of madness that blurred every line between love and violence. 

You weren't as innocent as you seemed to be. Once Bi-Han saw you in an erotic fever: your mouth opened in a seductive manner, his hand around your thin neck, your back arched with a perky chest showing erect nipples, your legs spreaded apart widely. This image got right into his unquiet conscience, leaving him hungry for more. It was a mockery, a pure psychic torture that almost left his mind fragmented and fallen apart. There was grief, wrath, bloodthirst and lust toying with mind at the picture of you enjoying yourself with him.

Bi-Han laid behind your back carefully so as not to wake you up. He placed his hand on your waist, and you shivered. You were lost, unreachable and pitiful, like a stray kitten. Bi-Han inhaled sweet intoxication of your hair and skin, you smelled of violet and sweet milk, and the roots of your hair carried a deep cedar scent. Bi-Han closed his eyes from pleasure, his member tensed. 

You could never imagine that the celestial form of the man you loved would bring you through the pain of loss and nonconsensual passion. He brought you closer to him, one of his hands creeping on your leg to ease the access to the part of you Bi-Han wanted the most. You mewled something in your sleep, and he stopped his actions not to wake you up. Bi-Han waited for a couple of minutes, blood pumping in his temples. He adjusted your pose and pressed his dick to your hot entrance; you weren't ready to take him inside, so he teased your senses by showing the tip in and taking it out, until wetness spilled. Slowly, Bi-Han started putting it in, grunting, from how tight and hot you were. He could bet that you felt every part, every vein of his dick skimming inside your core. His grip tightened on your hip, cold fingers diving into your soft meat. Bi-Han's slow tempo couldn't last for long – by his rhythmic thrusts you woke up, your dazed brain tried to realize the position you ended in. 

“Bi-Han, why?!” You screamed like a wounded animal, making it clear that you became a part of the process. Your eyes were wild as you saw his glowing hands and rampant nakedness tormenting you. 

Bi-Han thrusted into you hardly, causing you to weep in pain. There wasn't enough room for his size inside you, so for you it was about pain, not pleasure. Bi-Han pulled you on your back and got on top of you. He shut you up with an impious kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth, making you choke on saliva. You coughed, breaking the kiss, so Bi-Han licked on your face, collecting big tears of hurt.

“Relax,” He groans into your ear, making you squeeze him even harder instinctively. “You are a little slut.” Bi-Han used all his will not to cum in this moment. “I told you to relax, not to show how eager you are.”

“It hurts!” You cried, bracing your hands on his chest to push him away. “Please, stop!”

“The pain will go away.” He caught you by your chin, pressing another kiss into your trembling lips. “You are under my care now.” 

Bi-Han pressed his forehead to yours, and started moving again. It all was similar to your first time with your husband: painful, frantic and with blood leaking down your thighs after. You could only pray not to be bruised inside this time. 

“I love you.” He states in lustful delirium. “I created this world because of you. So we can live happily. I killed billions for you. You will understand me one day.”

You felt nothing but horror oozing through your blood, while strangling on tears and being held by the coldest of hands. His every word was accompanied by a new thrust into your tired cunt. You didn't resist. You just waited for this torture to end. Your broken state made Bi-Han cum into you hard. There was so much of his seed it spilled out and stained the bed sheets. 

Bi-Han hugged you until your bones cracked. He settled on his back and put you on his chest. You kept silent, shocked, while he was patting your head and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

There was no star in the sky, no one to pray, nowhere to seek help. You were trapped with him, your lover and torturer. You experienced the same outbursts of sadistic possessiveness before but they had never been as damaging and traumatizing as this one. You wanted to escape but you couldn't, so you had to stay in bed before the sun rose up. Somehow you made it into sleep, and when you woke up you forgot the last night, thinking of it as a bad dream.

You were woken up by Bi-Han caressing your face with a knuckle of his index finger. “Hi, sleepyhead.” He smiled, putting the curl of your hair behind your ear. 

Something was wrong but you couldn't figure out what exactly. You were afraid but forgot the reason for your emotions. “Maybe we had a fight yesterday…” You thought to yourself. “Well, guess we are cool now!” 

Bi-Han spent a lovely morning with you, and you left back to your room. Despite your tears tonight, you woke up in a good mood just as he predicted. He was happy to have updates on your status: the lovely maids that were chatting with you, reported your every step and word to him. Your habits surprised him: back to the past you were a meat lover and a perky reveler, but today you preferred sweets and turned into a puerile lady. He found out that you requested the walk into the city to get familiar with the surroundings. The request was declined. His heart ached with guilt. You were so sweet, childishly spontaneous and pure, he felt like he didn't deserve walking on the same earth with you. 

All of a sudden Bi-Han remembered that you were much younger than him, improperly younger. You were just a sparkle of life, a clumsy baby deer that tried its first steps. Treating you like an adult woman was his mistake: you didn't have even a thousandth part of previous experience. You didn't have any concept of real life. Living with three mature men had its outcome: you were relying on them, you let them take care of you and decide what was better for you. You let them care for you as if it was a greatest blessing granted from heavens to them – and it was, it truly was. Every one of them would sacrifice his life to save yours without hesitation. 

Bi-Han didn't leave you even for a moment. He was informed about everything related to you, about the smallest changes of your mood even. You wanted to spend more time together, so he let you into his cabinet. Bi-Han wasn't very talkative, and staying with him was boring. You made it look like you were interested in his business but soon you were tired of studying various maps and listening about another mission for oil extraction. He watched sleep taking you away from him: reeling from drowsiness, you nested on the chair; he caught you (he stood up from his place and had sat on it before you), and enticed you on his lap, trapping you in the cage of his embrace. You tensed for a second, like a leveret ready to run away, but sat on him lightly. You nuzzled into his shoulder, like an angel on the cloud, and your furrowed brows smoothed out. Bi-Han looked at you with remorse and fondness, stroking you through your dark dress to soothe you. He was sitting like this for the whole night, savoring your warmth.

A rumble of thunder in the middle of the raging sea; splashes of freezing water that was irritating fresh wounds, and a strong current; cold and heat; metal screeching: the confusion of sensations was interrupted with ringing monotony of silence and vacuum of the feelings. Stunned brain devoured the body with a cocoon of disorientation, then it was enveloped by the ocean. The sinking ship created a whirlpool that dragged the bodies of the soldiers with it – resistance was futile. Alarmed fish darted in the blue-green water, bumped into the bodies, knocking out the last of the air, cutting off any escape. Ajax was lucky to survive: someone from comrades grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and managed to pull him onto the ice. 

A rapid breath – and Ajax woke up. There was a buzzing outside the window; Ajax got out of bed, opened the balcony door with stiffened fingers: the ship's mourning signal announced another loss.

Ajax felt alone in a big city. Not even grueling practice could distract him from this devouring loneliness that gaped in his heart. This grieving feeling tortured Ajax’ heart and made him do risky things: volunteering himself to the war, rushing into the column of enemies and starting a bloodbath. His fiery nature caused rumors between other troops that crippled to the higher ranks – and Ajax got promoted. His first mission, memories of which tormented him to this day, wasn't as successful as he wanted it to be. The real combat paralyzed Ajax’ mind: hunting down people was different from killing monsters and taming demons. Killing those who looked like him had put his barely surviving mind in serious danger. Ajax managed to overcome it, and depression changed to feigned carelessness.

Women of different origin tried to keep him company but he brushed them off like pesky bugs. Comrades were perplexed: how could Ajax resist the feminine charm so easily? The answer was simple yet Ajax had never spoken it out loud: he missed you. 

Ajax was writing letters but received no answers from you. What were you doing, his love? Demons kept silent as well, no matter how he tortured them. This collective mystery about you made Ajax’ heart drop: did you marry this old nasty man? Did you meet someone better than Ajax and ran away with him? He couldn't leave the army to see you: the sentence for desertion was death. Ajax was on the verge of a better future for both of you, so he had to wait a little longer to be happy with you until the end of the days. 

Skirk's guidance didn't constrain you for a long time. You were a stranger to her world of solitude, and she wanted to get rid of you as fast as possible to regain the broken privacy. Skirk was unpredictable – and you stayed alerted every second of your existence in the Abyss. 

This dimension was mysterious and cosmic. Your human brain couldn't comprehend it. You experienced something similar in grandmother's village – another distorted dimension that existed in an irrational way was toying with your primitive senses. You were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and the time itself was different here. It was driving you insane. 

Skirk was impossible to live with: mostly she was sitting by the fireplace, still and silent; yet when you tried to sleep, she started babbling disturbing nonsense, with her voice being dry, low and her tempo fast. Her whispering summed up with heretic teaching brought you to uncontrollable, animalistic fear. 

Her face features were sharp, her body was bony and made an impression that her skin was stretched over her bare bones, with lack of organs and muscles. Skirk's eyes were big, round, and sunken with swelling around them, her eyelids retracted; her gaze was mad with its creepy alienation from the world. You could feel her always open eyes watching you from the dark. 

Skirk taught you basic magic: the ritual, the sacrifice, the clairvoyance, a couple of summoning circles, the art of archery and weapon enchantment – the rest was up to you. She despised you: for your origin, for your weakness, for your tearfulness, so Skirk took you through aggression, hatred and pain, destroying your moral convictions and burning the concept of honor out of your soul. By using her power of persuasion and intimidation she rebuilded your mind the way she wanted it to be, but it didn't help. You stayed the same, merciful, naive and confused, for what she detested you. 

Being with Skirk was torturing. She was talking about millions of violent deaths, about grief and loss, about suffering of mothers who buried their children, about laments of kids who lost their parents. You could hear her voice even with your ears covered up with your hands. Her narration brought you so much despair you wanted to get deaf. 

When she finished her duty and drained you out emotionally and physically, she sent you on the lower floors of the Abyss. There was no goodbye or a farewell word – you saw the door of darkness closing before you and the stairs building up under your feet. The time you spent with Skirt was strange, inconsistent and incomplete – just like her persona. She warned you that the story of your journey should be written by your own hand, so you started it, traveling further into despair. 

Your first stop was the small library. It didn't have much light, so you had to strain your eyes to read through the books. All of them were about the Ascension. Everyone, who had enough wisdom and knowledge, that couldn't be fit into a human flesh, were prone to ascend through torturing themselves in the Abyss by fighting countless legions, and those were called the Demi-Gods. Those could be saints, criminals, kings and peasants – it didn't matter for the Forgotten Gods who would join the title of a Demi-God. On the other hand there were Forgotten ones: Qhor'Gho, Holege, Ovalis, Zum Ois and Lessur… the names you had never heard of in your life and the names that you shouldn't have known. Your hands started shaking, as you felt that something dark and forbidden had touched your brain and tickled every cell in it. 

As the book said, the Forgotten Gods were the one to bring knowledge and life into the world. At first there was a spectrum of light which birthed the two – Qhor'Gho and Holege, the cohesively created creatures that epitomized the two sides of the spectrum: destructive and creative. The Qhor'Gho's light was showing destruction, and delivered sulfur to the world. The seas and volcanoes of sulfur were burning away all the possible life. The Holege's light was fertile and gave the world mercury. The mercurial soil carried the fragile essence of life. As the both Gods united, they created life and brought numerous children into the universe. 

You finished reading and the book ignited in your arms with blue flame. It burned to ashes that fell to your feet, yet no damage was shown to you. You looked around, not knowing what to do. You tried to read another book but all of them turned out to be empty. Without any ideas, you continued your journey and left the room.

The other space appeared to be a long corridor without doors and turns. You were looking around sharply, trying to see something in complete darkness. Your bare feet were burning from cold and small rocks that pierced the delicate skin, until it changed on paving stones and the crowded, yet silent main square of some ancient city builded up in front of you like some kind of mirage. You were wandering through the streets, staring at divine architecture. Citizens didn't care about you – you were unworthy of a peek of their dark eyes covered with red, swollen eyelids. 

What was this city? Was it a distant region of Teyvat you would be able to see in real life, or was it a reminiscence of an old civilization? Brick houses were situated one near another, they were simple and boring. Citizens were gloomy and haggard. Nothing could catch your eye. 

Whispers were lowing in the dead silence. You jumped and pricked up your ears. For how long was someone talking to you? Advent of the voices seemed so natural you didn't even notice it. You couldn't understand what they were saying, so you materialized the bow in your arms. You weren't a great archer, yet it was better to have something for protection by your side than coming with bare hands. Carefully, you were making slow steps in the direction of the voices, until the whispers changed on the prompt hoof strokes, and the sound of trumpet broke up the silence with its low, sinister howl, filling the space with agonizingly loud sound.

You screamed and fell on your knees, as you couldn't comprehend the dissonance. It was so loud you clenched your jaws together, your teeth crackled; your head felt as if it was about to split by the force that you put into your palms, protecting your ears. You crouched, trying to hide from the abhorrent sound that only regained more power. Screaming in unison with the trumpet, you wished to faint. 

Finally, it was gone. Blissful silence came onto you only to be tramped with hoofs of gigantic black horse that revealed a dark herald on its back. 

The herald spoke out, narrating the will of Gods. One who was called Ovalis was bewitched by the False God and decided not to spare mankind, which promised imminenting hunger. The crowd started to worry: people were rushing around, stumbling and stomping your body. You crawled away and laid under an abandoned cart, hiding behind the big wooden wheels. Breathing heavily, you watched the mighty horse pranced, reared up and spun around while the herald kept narrating, promising mankind ordeals of hunger, war, disease, and death. The herald had a leather purse on his side which caught your thievish attention. His body was covered in black flimsy armor but his head stayed unprotected. In a mere second you saw that someone threw a spear at him: it striked right through his face, making the body fall. The frightened horse ran away through his body and hobbled on the armor – its huge bulk tilted and fell on the dusty ground with a pathetic neighing.

Was the Abyss speaking to you through these illusions? If so, what was it trying to tell you? 

Driven by animalistic impulse you emerged from your shelter to steal the purse. The horse was convulsing, not being able to get up. You sat behind it and grabbed it, making an effort to lift it, and you succeeded. As soon as it felt the earth under its hooves, the horse ran away without looking back.

Your grasping fingers squeezed the purse, and you hid in the nearest alleyway, pressing the loot to your chest. Afraid that someone could follow you, you disappeared in the labyrinth of houses of an unknown city. You looked through the purse – it contained letters and a book. The book was about the False God, Lessur, who was banished out of the World and settled down on the Moon. Lessur named herself a Goddess of Moon, Protection and Nitrogen. Your birthmark responded with a strange tingling as you read the first sentence. You decided to leave the book for a while, and focused your attention on the letters. They were written by a trembling hand and contained panicking messages about the arrival of aliens and rage of the Primordials. 

The Traitor from the Sky let the Aliens into our world. The Traitor made us be forgotten by those who cared about us.

You searched for an empty house and found a wretched shack. You made sure that no one was inside and got in quickly. You reread the letters, trying to find an explanation about the aliens but failed which brought you back to studying Lessur. 

Lessur was born by gemmation – she grew up on her mother's body and gemmated from it a few months after. Since her first day she was copying her mother, for that she was banished. Lessur harbored a grudge and rebuilded her character to break ties with her mother. She became a separate Goddess. Every girl that was born during the eclipse was marked with a Lessur's special sign that connected girls to her. Lessur's cult was called the House of the Lunar Light. Magic of the Goddess taught her followers spells of protection and regeneration. Also all the cultists were immune to fire. 

Your birthmark was nagging in pain. It wasn't hard for you to compare all the events you came through to realize that it was her mark guiding and protecting you. You felt uneasy in your stomach. You were taught to pray to the Archons but they betrayed your family and you by staying deaf to your pleading. Heretics and demons opened your eyes and gave you a truth about the real universal order, nevertheless you weren't ready to accept this truth. You couldn't trust anyone: everyone was telling things that would benefit them. 

You sat in the house for a while, rethinking your situation. You were experiencing the same events as you did before, you decided. You called out demons to help you get out of there but they didn't show up.

“Is it lucid dreaming?” You thought to yourself, musing about the nature of your visions and a possible escape. Your guess didn't make it easier. You had no idea on how to get back to reality. All the magic that Skirk taught you had no practical use in a current situation. 

You decided to search up the city to find more information about Lessur. 

Back to reality, Tamara and Katerina were looking after you. Everyone of the family, including the younger children of the heads, had left for the Capital to see the landowner and sell the goods on a fair, so the daughters-in-law volunteered to take care of you. Katerina was first to offer her help, as she wanted to know you better, but she didn't expect to find you in such a vulnerable state. 

You were sleeping for four days with no signs of waking. Part of your body was damaged from the cold, as you were laying in snow for a whole night before you were found by your mother in the morning. Covered in feverish sweat, you were whimpering from time to time, muscles of your face constricting like you were in a great pain. Once you scared Katerina so much she got gray hair: all of a sudden you sat up on the bed, your eyes still closed and your conscience sleeping, but your weak body regained unusual strength to keep you in sitting position. She didn't like to stay in your room – she felt oppressed every time she visited you. Everything was different here: noises, smells, even the passage of time. Katerina couldn't describe it to anyone but she felt how all sounds of the house became muted, almost inaudible, how the smell of earth pierced her nostrils and how fast the time here was. 

Tamara was looking after the house mostly and tried to avoid Katerina's company. Tamara was waiting to become a new heir of the family and take the main house into her hands – for that she was ready to walk over the top of every other sibling of her husband. It was her to guide her not so smart husband through all the questions that related to the heritage. She knew that the question about inheritance of the workshop would be raised at the meeting with the landowner. Tamara told her husband what to say and how to behave to earn the landowner's sympathy. She was waiting for the news nervously, though her emotions remained suppressed. 

Tamara was here only to study you better. The woman needed to realize your true nature, though it was obvious that you were naive and unviable. She was afraid that a sudden outbreak of parental feeling could ruin her game but it seemed that no one cared for you. The only people who were visiting your bed were Tamara, Katerina and Pavel Korneevich. The awe he treated you with and the desire to be helpful in nursing you disgusted both Tamara and Katerina. They didn't care what type of affection he felt towards you and it didn't matter to their minds if his actions had a decent motive – such an interest in a young girl from an old hopeless man was nasty and should have been despised. Deep inside both of them thought that it would be better for the family and for you if he vanished. No one in their right mind would want you to marry the old man.

“Poor girl…” Katerina sighed, wiping sweat off your forehead. “I wish I could spend more time with her. She reeks of loneliness.”

“Keep your pity to yourself,” Tamara sniffed irritably. She hated Katerina for being too childish and naive, and didn't want to see her in the family at all. In Tamara's mind, Katerina was dishonoring the family with her frivolous character. “Your laments won't help her to get better. They will rather make her go to the grave earlier.”

Somehow Tamara felt all her negative thoughts and emotions becoming worse in the house. She could barely hold her anger back. 

Katerina pursed her lips, and her eyebrows curved ruefully. “I just want… oh, forget about it. It doesn't matter.” She fell silent, as she saw Tamara’s cold eyes.

Sudden knock at the door made the women jump. “Sit there.” Tamara ordered. She smoothed her dress and left the room.

Pavel Korneevich was waiting outside, stomping around from cold biting at his feet. Finally a door cracked open and Tamara showed up on the doorstep. She grimaced right after she saw the guest. 

“How's she doing?” The man asked, his breathy voice sounded strained. He looked over Tamara's shoulder to see what was happening in the house. 

“We will inform you if she gets better. No need to go here every day.” She frowned. 

“Won't you let me in to see her?” Pavel Korneevich didn't give up. Tamara clenched her jaws in irritation and made a step aside, clearing the passage. Pavel Korneevich didn't move. “That's not very nice of you, Tamara Lvovna.” 

Tamara's eyes squinted, wrinkles on her forehead became deeper. No one had ever called her in an official manner. She could swear she saw a glimpse of taunt in the postman's gaze. 

“Be careful of what you wish, Tamara Lvovna,” Pavel Korneevich shook his head. “It can become reality. See you later.”

He left, and Tamara felt uneasy in her chest. She saw her neighbor, an old woman, making her way through the snow. “Tama!” She screamed to her, breathing heavily. “Tama, Pavlusha… Pavlusha is dead!”

“What?!” Tamara growled, coming from the porch to hear the old lady better. 

“He hung himself! Oh, Tsaritsa, what is happening!” The crone was lamenting. “His house is a mess. I swear it looked like a madman's lair!”

Sudden breathlessness attacked Tamara. Tamara Lvovna looked at the door of the house with her eyes empty, as if she was on the verge of solving the mystery. She ran back, shouting for Katerina. 

“Katya!” Tamara called, as she was closing the door on all the locks. Her tone was high pitched. Katya's hasty steps roamed on the ladder. “Find the candles! I'm gonna pray.”

“Who was that? What happened?” She was chattering, her fast mind pleading for answers. Through her voice Tamara Lvovna heard a light sound of scratching, as if someone was scraping the wooden floor. She raised her head up but saw nothing. The sound disappeared. 

Tamara shook her head to chase the bad thoughts away. She lit a candle, brought by Katerina, and started chanting with her voice low. Shivers ran down Katerina's spine: she was pious to the core. 

Tamara was walking around the room, bringing the candle to every corner. Katerina was standing still, afraid to hinder the ritual. She got a glimpse of a shadow running away from the kitchen, and flinched. Her eyes were rushing from wall to wall but she couldn't see a thing. Something fell on the floor in your room with a loud sound and made Katerina shudder. Afraid it could be something from the other side, she ran up the stairs and headed towards your room. The lock jammed, taking a lot of power from the woman to open the door. She stumbled inside only to find you twitched in seizure. Your body was bowed, wrists clenched tightly with your nails protruding into the skin until blood. Snarling in pain, you were wriggling on the bed. Your body was taking impossible positions with your spine cracking. 

Katerina ran to you and pressed her hands to your shoulders, trying to lay you down. Her palms got scorched from the impossible hotness of your skin but she didn't stop pressing you to the mattress. Your eyes were open: once bright, they were covered with a dull veil that gave you the look of a corpse. 

Not knowing what to do, Katerina started to pray which made the chaos around her worse. You fell on your side, facing Katerina, and arched, crashing among the blanket with your legs. Your bloodless lips opened, letting out a begging hoarse groan. Tears streamed down Katya's cheeks. 

Katya felt like someone else was in the room with her. This person was staying behind her back and watching her helpless attempt to calm you. In a second another person appeared and hit her on the arm. Katya screamed, feeling like she was losing her mind. 

The room became darker. All of a sudden your seizure ended. You hung on the edge of the bed, the upper half of your body was laying on the floor. Your empty eyes were staring at Katerina: the poor woman hid in the closest  corner and crouched from fear. 

In the Abyss you were rushing around in pain that attacked your head. You beat your head against the brick wall trying to open your skull to get rid from the pressure that accumulated inside your cranium, tearing your hair and gnashing your teeth. You felt like the earth was leaking away under your feet. You drowned in nothingness: your pain increased to an impossible level, so you started to tear off pieces of your flesh to ease it. 

The outbreak of madness led you to fall into complete darkness that consisted of pain. Something worse was waiting to appear, you could feel it. Then you saw it: a ray of light pierced the space around you, pouring with sulfuric heat. Your eyes burned out from what you saw but Skirk's teaching of clairvoyance drew a picture of gigantic monstrosity towering over you. You couldn't describe this abomination of natural order, more to say you couldn't even realize it. Smell of sulfur made you cough your lungs out: every cell was destroyed and rebirthed into a pathological one, causing you true suffering. Pink foam was seething on your lips while pieces of melted lungs were leaking out your mouth. Liquid blue flame was plaguing your body but your agile organism rebuilded itself quickly. You got into a cycle of death and rebirth which didn't seem to have an end. 

Your distorted conscience and identity disintegrated into dozens of shards, each screaming in pain until the vocal cords broke. Like a newborn, you let out a final scream, which filled your lungs with air, and brought you back to your senses.

You were laying on the floor of your room, your limbs numb. You took your time to process what was going on but Katerina's neurotic laughter made it hard to focus. 

By the sound of her giggles you realized that she was out of her mind. You had never heard such a strange blank laughter before. You collected all your power and stood up; your vision got blurry and your head went dizzy. You fell on the floor again. 

Katerina's fingers were fidgeting around her hair, digging into her scalp and pulling once beautiful locks. 

“Katya, it's me…” You spoke to her, Your voice disappeared when you called your name. You tried again, and again it was muted. You got frustrated at the realization that you couldn't name yourself. “What happened to you?”

Katya stood up and left the room with lunatic steps.

“Katya? What's wrong with you?!” Tamara's surprised voice sounded on the first floor. “Katya!” Her tone pitched, and the front door slammed shut.

The polite demon stepped out from the darkness. “Poor Katechka was unprepared to face the truth,” He stated with a bubbling tone. “While you were traveling in Abyss, Tamara Lvovna decided to purify the house from evil which was quite shortsighted of her. This is what happens when intruders come into the deal.” Its tone was full of disgust. “Thanks to Tamara, your awakening was this awful.”

You kept unresponsive. You heard Tamara coming up the stairs. In the following moment she came into the room searching for answers of Katerina's strange behavior. She froze where she stood when she saw you.

For Tamara Lvovna the last five minutes she spent on spiritual cleansing of the first floor remained a mystery. Tamara was bewildered. She looked at you, lying helplessly on the floor, and left to find Katerina. 

“Call Ajax,” You said, trying to get up. Demon skewed its face. “Are you deaf?!”

You wouldn't make it without him. The demonic source got out of control with Ajax’ departure. Yet the demon didn't hurry to execute your will. It would better succumb to you than go to its master. 

“Why are you still here?” You could feel rage boiling slowly in you. 

“I believe we are capable of solving this problem ourselves.” It answered with a sweet tone. 

“If I go away, will you leave my family alone?” You asked immediately. You hid your face in your palms, tired. They played with you however they wanted. You were ready to go away to stop this never-ending cycle of madness, fear and violence.

“Yes, but you have to go through the Abyss.” It nodded and disappeared. 

You reeked with sweat and sebum. You came to the bathroom to clean yourself. It was hard to move and think but you wanted to escape your own thoughts by filling your mind with simple actions. While bathing, you dropped a quick glance at the mirror but the woman you saw in it made you drop the bucket of water.

You came to the mirror and looked closely at yourself. Instead of a skinny maiden you saw a young woman. Your face became older, first signs of wrinkles appeared under eyes and in the corners of your mouth. Your limbs were longer and thinner, your figure was mature. Your lower tummy got a hardly noticeable bulge. The gaze in your eyes changed from scared and sad to tired and compassionate. 

Your wet hair got dry abnormally fast as if the inner heat of your body evaporated all the water. Nevertheless you didn't care about it. You came into your room, dressed in a plain wool dress and tied your hair in a bun with two tiny braids. To change the bedsheets you had to search for the blanket under the bed: it fell down during seizures. While fumbling under the bed, your palm felt strange scratches on the floor. You got up and moved the bed away, putting all your power in this motion. The bed moved a bit, opening a sight of a magic circle on the floor. You didn't need to see it fully to realize it was the same circle with a star, an eye and the crescent moons. You remembered all the complaints about the rustle inside your room. It wasn't hard for you to understand that something sent you to the Abyss on purpose. 

You sat on the chair to collect your mind. You felt like you were staying on the edge of a chasm – the family was falling apart. What happened to Katerina was a shame and a warning for you.

You changed. Since your journey your character became stronger. You were done with running away and suffering, instead, you were ready to face the problems and fight. No one would ever take advantage of you again, you swore to yourself. 

What was your destiny in this world? You couldn't find the answer. The stars weren't merciful to you – so you decided to build your fate yourself. You were too young to understand a thing about life but you were mature enough to experience unfairness and betrayal. Diving deeper into your musing, you found your body being too heavy to carry. You sat limply on a chair, your hands swinging lifelessly. Minute after minute, hour after hour you were staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, until you felt a stinging sensation in your arm. You didn't even look at it. Your fingers twitched but your whole body remained motionless. You felt something moving inside your veins and trying to break through your skin. It was as thin as a pitiful sprout of a dying plant but as brisk as a leech. Layer after layer it was diving through your body to see the light until it succeeded. It reached for the floor and went into cracks between floorboards. It took your hours to realize that you were sprouting. Paralyzed by a depressive state, you were slowly growing into the chair, into your own room. You flinched but the roots were so strong they didn't let you move. Your limbs grew a root system that connected you to the house. Black flowers, leaking horrid juice, blossomed on your legs. You screamed but no one was here to help you. As always, you were on your own.

You took the great final effort to set yourself free. You figured out it could be the power of the Vision, so you took control over it and the sprouts started to die out. In a couple of minutes it disappeared. You had to master your magic as soon as possible before it killed you in the accident. 

You took the diary, trying to find the answers but it kept silent as well. Grandmother left no mention of Lessur and Primordial Gods. It seemed like you had to go back to the Abyss to gain the needed information, just like the demon told you. You called for it, and it appeared in front of you.

He was standing on the balcony, naked, and the sparkle of a burning cigarette was illuminating a part of his lower face. What was he thinking about? You didn't know. 

Every muscle, every vein on his body reminded you of antique statues. He was shaped so perfectly it left you wondering which Aeon themself bestowed him with such a cosmic charm. And his pensive gaze… it all made your head spin.

Gallagher was an alcoholic, old enough to play as your father and careless enough not to promise women anything except one night stand, and you were just an IPC worker, who needed to keep an eye on him and lure out as much confidential information as you could. He smelled of tart alcohol, cheap cigarettes and cologne with woodsy notes and accords of amber, and incense; your skin smelled sweet with the mixed fragrance of black pepper, tuberose and orange blossom. 

You tried to recall the moment you gave up and played to your inner demons' benefit. Your body still felt light and warm from all the rum-based cocktails you were drinking for the whole evening. You were the only visitor; Gallagher felt more talkative than usual, so your senses were busy with listening to his chatter and smelling his smoldering cig. 

You felt something for him. His strong figure and mysterious persona made blood rush through your veins. It wasn't right, but you couldn't care less here, on Penacony, where all dreams were able to come true. You craved for him, and he craved for you, too. 

It was hard not to lay an eye on you: your class and magnificent appearance made you a desirable trophy for every man. His helpful hand didn't let your glass stay empty, and his eyes were wandering on your figure. Your features, your neck and your cleavage were his main interest. 

Word after word, and you found yourself playing with his hand, your eyes glistening with devilish treachery and your fingertips brushing the inner part of his forearm, tracing every deep-blue vein and scratching the skin with your nails, agonizingly slow. Gallagher kept himself collected, yet you could see his jaw working. He had a plan to give you so much alcohol so you would forget your own name and come to his apartment, but you seemed willing to do so without stimulating aid. 

In his old, cold, and lonely apartment, your presence was extraterrestrial. Gallagher kept your face in his hands, his warm mouth left kisses all across your cheeks and lips, as if you were the dearest person he had ever known in his entire life. You hugged his neck, your lips met his, involving Gallagher into a deep, passionate kiss. 

Your dress was thrown on the floor, and you were left in your underwear, laying in his bed. Gallagher lowered his grip to your waist; his fingers dug into your soft flesh. He was grinding his crotch against yours slowly. Gallagher didn't hurry to undress, as he was completely drowned in savoring your half-naked beauty. The difference between your young, supple body and his, adorned with aging, made his head spin at the realization that it was him to steal the moments of your youth and fervor. Gallagher was an old disgusting man, attracted to a girl twice younger his age.

Gallagher unclipped your bra, his hand cupped one of your breasts. He took your hard and pined nipple into his mouth to play with it. You reached your hand to the bulge on his pants, squeezing and stroking it. You could hear him sucking the air in loudly, and you smirked at his reaction. Sex with him was just like his persona – lazy and spontaneous. 

His mouth went back on your neck; he bit at your skin, scratching it with prickly stubble on his chin. Your pussy was pulsating and clenching around nothing, all the wetness that was leaking out your hole stained your panties and the fabric of his pants. Gallagher took a moment to pull your underwear down, his eager fingers found your clit and pressed on it gently, rubbing in a circular motion. You moaned at the touch, and he slipped them inside, penetrating you easily, as his fingers were already covered in your slick. Pushing them in gently, he left you begging for him.

You sat up to help him undress – you couldn't wait anymore, burning with desire. Your shaking fingers unbuttoned his costume, and Gallagher threw it down on the floor offhandedly. Gallagher made you lay down, his massive hands spread your legs apart and he pushed his erected leaking member inside you impudently, taking a fast and rough pace all of sudden. Gallagher squeezed your wrists with a free hand and put your hands above your head, bringing the element of submission to the intimacy. Listening to your heated breath and whimperings, feeling your body's response to his actions Gallagher couldn't keep his voice shut inside his throat, moaning hoarsely at the way your folds quivered on his dick. His pleased ego added Gallagher an extra pleasure: it was him to fuck you senseless, not your wealthy and vain co-workers. You could have every man in your bed, still you chose him. 

Compared to him, you were small in every aspect: Gallagher was older, taller, stronger and smarter than you. His big and gentle palms that were groping your body gave you an insane pleasure, as well as this unhealthy dynamic of your relationship added the flame to the lubricious frenzy, turning you into a brain dead doll for him. Gallagher let go of your hands, and you clinched to him as if he was your long-term lover, arched your back from the sense of his huge dick pounding into your sloppy pussy. You were close to climax, and Gallagher felt it, his hips rocking harder. He leaned to kiss you, so you hugged his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. Your orgasm brought Gallagher closer, giving him a hard time not to cum inside your trembling core. He kept moving, prolonging your rapture, and almost had time to pull out of you. You felt his thick and hot cum spurting on your tummy; his heavy breathing scorched at your ear. 

Gallagher excused himself and left to bring napkins to help you clean up. You stayed in bed, catching your breath; then he left you once again, this time for a smoke break. It was the time for an awkward silence. Dear Aeons, what were you hoping for?

“Wanna meet again tomorrow?” Gallagher finally said, putting cigarette out and leaving it in a can, full of butts.

Time was running mercilessly and the date of Ajax's departure was getting closer. Your mental state improved and you opened to your family, but the common joy ended quickly, as you hid into your wordless shell again, frustrated with a hollow feeling of upcoming loneliness. 

Ajax was stressed out. It wasn't rare for you to find him talking to himself, discussing plans for the future and even arguing. Ajax's short temper and unreleased anger were showing at these moments: he was gesticulating in an excited manner; if not, he was walking back and forth, and sighing heavily. 

It happened again when you were searching for Ajax to tell him to come and help others on the stable. You heard his heavy footsteps on the second floor. Before you knocked on the door, you overheard him saying something about grandmother. 

“How in the world could an uneducated hard-working woman become a witch? Still can't get it right in my head.”

You shouldn't be heeding to his words – you were taught not to eavesdrop, but something in your mind told you to stay and spy on Ajax. You pressed your ear to the door and leaned on it. It was unusual and exciting for you until you heard someone answering him.

“You don't need to have specific knowledge to become a witch. She was in so much despair and pain it made her prayers especially sweet and strong. We couldn't ignore such a broken soul. After she got the power, she got the education as well – we taught her to read and count in one hour.”

You frowned, trying to understand who Ajax was talking to. You didn't hear that voice before and it sounded strange: loud, deep and hoarse. At first you couldn't even understand what the person was talking about – their speech was gibberish without words. You heeded, then your mind translated it to a normal humanly sounding state.

“Brilliant. And who was she praying to?”

“She was praying to the devils, young master. The disadvantage of her choice is simple – you never know who will answer to your call.” The person chuckled. You frowned. “In her case, it wasn't just a deal. It was a salvation. We saw a potential in her: her hatred and thirst for vengeance were commendable. She wanted someone from her family to inherit the power and continue the legacy. Just like in the prophecy.”

“A prophecy?”

“Not now, young master. You want to ask me about the diary and the missing part of the power, I can feel.”

“Don't you dare tell me what I want to do.” Ajax hissed. “I had enough of this! One more time you and your fucking henchmen show me these lousy dreams I'll send you all to the deepest of the Abyss and let the guards have some fun with you all in the same manner. Speak and then get lost, son of a bitch.”

“So, part of the power was passed to your dearest sister and there is no way for you to get it back from her, but she will share it with you.”

“What?!” Ajax was stunned. 

“Ask her yourself. Not in my duties to explain everything to you. But I must confess she has a rather beautiful birthmark on her pretty back. Such a pleasure to watch her dressing up in the morning.”

You felt that someone pushed the door and jumped back so as not to fall into the room. 

“Ajax! Father needs your help on the stable.” You spoke first and played like you didn't hear anything. Ajax froze with an aggressive expression on his face, but his gaze became softer when he looked at you. 

“'Thanks,” He didn't wait and rushed to the stable. You stood aside to give him enough space, then looked into the room.

You made a step into it. The atmosphere here was different. A cold sweat broke out your body when you realized whom Ajax was talking to. In a second you felt that everything around you was hostile and hurried to get back to your room, but the door closed right in front of you. In fact… you had questions too, but you were afraid to build up communication with those ghoulish creatures. 

“How can I get rid of you?” You asked into the fake emptiness. 

“There is no way.” The answer was given to you immediately. You cried out, regretting your decision. “We serve your brother.”

“What about me? You said I have the same power as him.” Your brain was running fast, as you tried to rate the risk of the situation. You didn't want to repeat your recent journey of escaping demons, so you stayed alerted. Just a reminiscence of it made you weak in your knees.

“You stole a part of it from him. We mean no harm to you because of the master's order, but we have no desire to help you.” A mocking voice said, leaving you angry. 

“You caused me a lot of harm.” You flared up. You realized that you wanted to play dirty on them. “I'll ask your master to execute his threat. You'll get what you deserve.” You grinned, imagining the torture Ajax promised to them. “Open the door.”

The door opened with a creak. You stepped out and the daze fell from your mind. Your heart was beating like crazy and your limbs started shaking from the fact that you commanded those demons. 

“I hope you are suffering in a sulfur flame, grandma!” You couldn't keep the sudden outbreak of anger inside your throat. It all was her fault. Ajax and you were doomed to repeat her miserable fate because of her selfishness. The old fool believed in some prophecy – you were sure it was just a fiction of the demons to trick her into selling her family's souls to the devil as well. “Stupid cunt! Why couldn't you kill your husband without this fucking heresy?!” You screamed and froze. You opened your eyes so wide they hurt and pressed your palms to your mouth, trying to understand what you just said.

You made it to your room, feeling dizzy from the overexcitement. You laid down to rest. You felt so disgusted by your attitude you couldn't even believe that you let these words out of your mouth. Guilt was gnawing at your heart. Your head and your chest were heavy, you were about to doze off to sleep. Recently you got health issues: no matter what, you always were sleepy. With every day it was harder for you to wake up and get out of bed. You slept for ten and more hours, skipped meals and house work, as you felt completely drained out of energy. Even father stopped bothering you: despite his strictness, he was concerned about your health. 

Suddenly you remembered about the diary and your attention focused on it. You got up but sat down on the edge of your bed, because your vision blacked from a sudden move. You took the diary from its secret place and started reading from the very beginning. You didn't know what you hoped to find, and everything you read didn't make any sense. The words were written in a normal human language, but you couldn't understand a thing from it, as if the diary itself didn't want you to know its secrets. 

You stopped in the middle part to examine a magic circle that was drawn on a page. It was a simple circle with two smaller size circles inside of it. The smallest one had inside two triangles merged in the shape of a star, and in the free space in the middle of the triangles there was an eye; outside the smaller circles there were four crescent moons. You looked at it carefully, then read through the text on the next page and managed to understand it. The text was about an astral plane – an experience of lucid dreaming with the astral projection of your soul traveling through the spiritual world. Flashbacks of grandmother's house attacked your mind right after you decided to explain to yourself the definition of the spiritual world. There was no other useful information to gain and nothing was said on how to get into another world. 

You returned the diary to its place, then realized that there was something wrong with it. It seemed like the diary was deciding which information to give to you, and which one to hide – maybe it was some sort of magic. Bewildered, you took a deep breath and laid for a nap. You were in a slumber when Teucer opened the door and came to your room on his tiptoes. He looked around, then stared at your face. 

“Older sister,” he whispered and shook you by your shoulder. You woke up with a scream, making him jump back. “There is a noise inside your room!” By Teucer's tone you could tell he felt as scared as you. 

“What? I heard nothing.” You rubbed your sleepy face, hardly understanding what he was trying to tell you.

“No! I could swear I heard something inside!” In a second Teucer turned into a whiny boy, his voice got crying notes – it was his usual strategy to attract attention to his words. “'Like someone was scratching on the wood!”

“It was mice, probably.” You tried to wave him away. You were too tired to talk: your whole body was heavy and your eyes were closing on itself. You couldn't sit anymore and lay on your side. Teucer's ginger hair irritated you with its bright color, it made your eyes hurt. You couldn't hear him anymore, simply ignored everything he tried to tell you. Teucer ran away, as he got no response from you.

Just a moment after he came back with Ajax, lamenting on your behavior. Ajax sighed, patted Teucer's head and promised to take a look at the situation. Teucer, who was feeling like a hero, left Ajax and you alone. “What's wrong, dove?” Ajax closed the door and sat on the bed. He brushed away hair that fell on your face. You could feel his peculiar look with your skin.

“Nothing.” You mumbled, hiding your face in a pillow. “I just want to rest.”

“Don't want to seem rude,” Ajax's voice was anxious. “but you are resting too much. Are you okay?”

You didn't answer him, as you fell asleep already. All Ajax could do was to cover you with a blanket and leave, tormented by conjectures. He asked the devils by his side about your health, but their answer was vague – an eclipse was about to happen. Ajax spent the day without you, hoping that you would wake up, but you didn't. 

As usual, he came to your room at night when everyone else was asleep. Ajax found you awake, reading the diary. Two candles were illuminating the room; the wind was howling behind the window, bringing chilly air through the loose shutter. Your room was the coziest in the whole house to Ajax, because it was you to leave here. It was located in the back of the house, poorly furnished and cold, but your presence made it comfortable and welcoming. You closed the diary and put it in the secret spot.

“Do you mind sharing something interesting with me?” Ajax blew out the candles and made himself comfortable in bed. He laid on his side, so he could face you.

“Just a magic book paired with an autobiography.” You did as well, looking at your brother in the dark. “Ajax,” you started, but stumbled, afraid that your question would make him angry. Still, you continued. “Is there any chance for us to return to a normal life?”

“It is our normal life now. You better get used to it.” Ajax sighed. “It is our fate, dove, and we can do nothing about it.”

“I don't want fate like this. I would better die, than…” you bit your tongue, realizing how foul your words were. 

“We were talking about the diary.” Ajax replied with a stern voice that sent shivers down your spine. 

You got nervous and scratched your clavicle. “I don't understand what is happening. Why are we talking so casually about something like this, ignoring all the devilry that is surrounding us?” 

You were the voice of sense, and Ajax lost all his words. You were right – for him it was a usual topic, but for you, who almost lost one's mind contacting the devils and was contaminated with abyssal power against one's will, it was a delirium of polluted brain. 

“That's not something we should discuss for a night. I'll tell you everything later.” Ajax put his pinky finger towards you and you did so, sealing the promise.

In a small talk you were the one to lead the conversation. Ajax kept you in his tight embrace, replying leisurely. His warmth and soft smell of his sweat made you feel relaxed – in this chaos of life Ajax's hands were the only space you felt safe in. It was selfish, it was unfair, but Ajax was the only reason that kept you in this world. His love was your motivation to live and become better. You wanted to protect Ajax in your own way by giving him solace he needed. No one could replace you in his life, no one could love him and comfort him better than you. Was it jealousy? It definitely was. You couldn't even imagine Ajax doing the same things he did for you to another woman. Those fantasies made you feel angry and reckless. 

You turned your head to him, his lips were dangerously close to yours. You looked at him, waiting for something more – out of sudden the desire to be closer awoke in you. Ajax tarried, taken aback by your sudden move, so you pressed your lips to his gently. He slightly opened his mouth, helding your lower lip between his. You felt Ajax fingers brushing over your jawline, that made you hold your breath. An unusual drawing feeling curled in your lower belly; it made you thirsty for more than a kiss – your nipples hardened, full of lustful sensation. 

“This is wrong…” he whispered, pulling away from you. The two extremes were fighting inside his soul – being on the verge of another Fall, Ajax suddenly remembered that he was a virtuous man once. Even his corroded heart contracted nervously. He desired to have you, but you were his sister.

Perhaps, he just needed a little push into this abyss.

Ajax quickly got on top of you, his trembling hands caught your hips. It was the first time he touched a woman in such a private place, that left him overly excited: the beast he was restraining broke out. His mouth covered yours, he placed heated kisses across your face, got down to your neck, biting soft skin, then traveled lower, until your night dress. Ajax's ardor surprised you, the way he forcefully pushed his tongue inside your mouth and squeezed your breasts with tenacious slender fingers made you squeak. 

Ajax lost his mind: all the moral borders were broken and he was striving to push his erected member into your hot, wet place. Afterall, you were a woman in the first place, so it was nothing wrong in sharing bed with you and making you bear his children. 

It was hastily and clumsily, as arousal and thrill of being caught took over both of you. Ajax pulled down his pants quickly; you felt the tip of his cock pressing to your entrance. It was more painful than you expected it to be, so you bit on your index finger to ease that stinging feeling.

“Please, relax…” you heard your brother's husky voice. You did as he asked, and Ajax showed more of his member into you. It was hard not to cry, as it felt like you were about to split in half from this burning and stinging ache. Ajax's lips were trembling, as he was close to climax already.

You kept silent when Ajax started bucking his hips into yours. The process wasn't pleasurable at all and left you praying for it to end soon. Ajax, unlike you, couldn't keep his voice inside his throat, and moaned quietly: your quivering wet walls wrapped him around, sucking his cock deeper inside your womanhood. He had never felt more pleasure in his life. It didn't take long for Ajax to cum, staining your walls with his seed.

The following fuss went in a shy and wordless atmosphere. You left to clean yourself up, and Ajax stayed in the room to fix the bed. Intimacy proved to Ajax that you loved him the way he loved you – and your relationship should result in marriage. He was ready to marry you right now, but it was impossible to his own regret. Demons suggested Ajax take you to another village and introduce you as an orphan to a priest, so the marriage would be possible. His mood lightened – it was the first time those devils recommended something good to him. 

You came back and curled on the bed, as your lower tummy still disturbed you. Ajax hugged you and fell asleep right at the moment, soothed by your warmth. Your brain was restless. For demons it was a triumph, you thought. Despite the fact that this night was calm, you still felt their presence. They were a part of your normality, so you tried to think positively of them. It was very convenient to have servants like them, probably: all the dirty and impossible work was on their shoulders and they couldn't say no. 

You snapped out of your cogitation. You got an awareness that it wasn't your thoughts. They belonged to your head, but were planted in here artificially. You knew yourself well enough (at least you thought you were) and it wasn't in your character to have such destructive ideas. You didn't want to end up like Ajax – losing yourself over uncontrollable animal impulses that were implied to him by demons. They were trying to take control over you, you were sure, and Archons did nothing to protect you, which led you to a painful question – was there any point in praying to someone, who didn't respond to you? Slowly you started to understand your grandmother, and it sent shivers down your spine. 

To calm down you got out of bed and came to the window. Looking out, you saw the Moon. It was unusually bright today, you could see its surface in detail out of your window. It was exciting, for a moment you forgot how to breathe, beholding celestial beauty. Was it possible to reach it? You never heard of experiments of entering outer space, but you were sure it was possible. Why didn't Archons try it? Or, maybe, there were experiments, but in your obscure village no one heard of it. You sighed heavily. You were jealous of Capital citizens, they had everything on their plate by birthright. Ajax promised you that he would find a school for you in the Capital, but you were sure it wouldn't happen. He would be a regular soldier, no one would even think about doing him favors at the beginning of his career. If only you had access to actual knowledge and science… you brushed it away. You had enough disappointments in your life and didn't want to focus on sadness before going to bed.

Unexpectedly, out of nowhere, you saw a green lightning in front of you. It disappeared before you could react, and something fell on the floor, making a sound of fallen glass. You picked up what turned out to be a trinket, something similar to a pendant by its shape and design, but it lacked a chain. 

Shadows in the room started shifting chaotically. 

“What happened?!” Ajax jumped on the bed, aware of a strange sound. He quickly made it to the window and looked out, then he rushed about the room. “I heard something.” Ajax was turning his head, his eyes peering into the darkness. 

“I don't know…” You came to him and showed the find. “It appeared here.”

“A Vision!” Ajax exclaimed and covered your hand with the trinket. “You should hide it, okay? Don't let someone see it.”

“Why? Is it bad?” You got scared and wanted to throw it away, thinking of it as some kind of cursed treasure.

“No. I don't know what you wished for, but Celestia found your desire worthy of attention and granted you Vision. It allows you to manipulate a certain element of nature,” Ajax took his hand off and looked at it. “Dendro, in your case. I have one too. Mine is Hydro.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” You spoke with an offended tone. You thought Ajax would share such a great thing with you, but he chose to conceal it.

“I was told not to. I'm sorry, dove.” He got a guilty face and scratched his head. “But it means we became even closer! You and I both have extraordinary powers. I'll teach you how to use them.”

“I thought we were close enough already. Thanks, I guess.” You looked at the Vision again and decided to hide it in the same spot with the diary. 

You had no idea on how to use it and why you needed it, but at the same time it gave you a hope – if Celestia counted you as worthy, then your future was determined to be interesting and wasn't bonded with this gloomy village.

One day was left until the set date. You thought parents would prepare some kind of celebration or a farewell dinner, but nothing was done. Everyone took it as a natural part of his life, as if nothing had to happen. You were puzzled, until you realized: for them Ajax's enlistment in the Fatui was a shame. Instead of saying proper goodbye to Ajax and spending time with him, father brought his friend, Pavel Korneevich, into the house and introduced him as your groom to everyone.

You could swear: you physically sensed the immediate tension and confusion coming from Ajax. Your opinion wasn't welcomed, so you stayed silent, afraid to stand up for yourself. You weren't just shocked – you were scared to death. All your dreams for a happier life were about to be broken with a marriage.

It was scandalous: Pavel Korneevich was old enough to be your father. You were indecently younger, yet it didn't stop father from bringing this man into his own house. With this gesture he showed how little respect for you he had had, and the scanty amount of good things he had ever done to you was immediately forgotten by you. That grain of love you had for him was destroyed and turned into pure hatred. But Pavel Korneevich… How could he even think about marrying you? He was out of his mind, if he thought of you as a suitable wife for himself. 

“Is this some kind of a cruel joke?” Ajax's aura gave you shivers. His tone was serious, yet soft and sickly sweet, while his slightly narrowed eyes were fixed on the guest and father. “Don't you dare to put a ring on her while I'm out. I want to see my dear sister walking down the aisle with my own eyes.”

Ajax's words didn't make sense and you hoped that he said it only to win time. Ajax stood behind your back and put his heavy hand on your shoulder, that almost broke at the weight and a tight squeeze that he gave you. You portrayed a labored, trembling smile.

“Of course,” Pavel Korneevich nodded. “We need no rush in such things.”

“Sure,” Father grunted, munching on his wrinkled dry lips. “You are free to go. We have business to discuss.” Then he looked at you and, without calling your name, addressed you. “Pasha will talk to you later.”

On numb legs you made it to your room, Ajax following you like a shadow. As soon as you entered the private area, you cried out and fell on your knees, helpless and miserable. All he could do was hold you in his arms and remain silent. 

A familiar shadow appeared in front of Ajax, waiting for instructions. Ugly, ridiculously slim and tall, the demon in the shape of a man with a pig's nose was looking right into Ajax's soul. A second shadow, small and stout, showed up right near the first one: the same pig nose, but also small sly eyes. It was too late to pray, so Ajax made an order – to ruin the wedding and kill Pavel Korneevich, but his death should seem natural. By sinister smiles that bloomed on twisted faces and revealed sharp, abnormal teeth, Ajax figured out that the order was taken. They disappeared to prepare their nasty trap.

“Worry not, dove,” Ajax nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. “I'll take care of it. Your brother will never leave you. I'll always be here to help you.”

On the contrary, Ajax's words made you feel even worse than you did before: dragged away from his home, he would think about you without the opportunity to communicate with you properly. You wanted to disappear, to dissolve, to stop existing in a physical way only to escape from this agony. If not Pavel Korneevich, then somebody else would be chosen as your groom. Parents wouldn't miss an opportunity to get rid of you. What could you do? 

“Take me with you!” You clutched at the collar of his shirt, your gaze crazy behind the clumped lashes and redness of the eyes. “Take me with you, or I will run away!”

Ajax hardly endured your emotional breakdown. Your broken voice and hysterical ideas were impossible to listen to; at this point he wished for the night to come sooner and take him from this cursed house – he didn't tell you that Fatui would take him in the night to avoid unwanted attention. Ajax stayed until you cried yourself to sleep. The last day with you was meant to be tragic, for his own regret. When the clock struck midnight, Fatui appeared in the yard, waiting for him. Mother gave Ajax a heartless kiss at his cheek, and father remained uninvolved. Ajax left without looking back not to torture his soul. For the first time of his life he found calmness. 

The gate grated, soldiers in heavy boots left, leaving deep footprints on the snow; a small lamp went out inside the house. The moon was unusually bright, its agily light oozed into the house through every crack. Your room was filled with moonlight, making it as bright as day. In your dreamless sleep you heard someone calling your name, and your body, hit by impulses, stood up on its own, pursuing the voice; step by step you made it to the front door.

The door opened on itself and closed, when you walked out. Your bare feet touched the snow; it melted from your heat. A bigger celestial body closed the Moon, causing the eclipse and hiding all the blissful light that Illuminated you. You felt like falling: the horrifying hungry maw of abyss opened under your feet, swallowing you into the darkness and covering your body with snow. You opened your eyes and saw nothing. You landed on the stone floor, all your body responded with pain. 

It was a big room with just one chair and a burning fireplace. Cold walls of unknown color were hidden in the dark, as well as other spaces of the room. You heard steps and a woman appeared in front of you. She had long white hair and manic crimson eyes. Her expressionless face scared you.

“This must be a joke.” She smiled to herself. “How could a worm like you deserve the Forgotten God's blessing? This is ridiculous.” She turned back on her heels. The cape on her bony shoulders followed her moves, and you noticed dozens of death masks that froze in scream on the hemline. 

“Where am I?!” Your voice broke on scream. It couldn't be that the nightmare from your grandmother's shack found you in Morepesok.

The woman sighed irritably. “He had one job – yet he failed. You are in the Abyss. The power you stole from your brother brought you there.”

“I want to go back.” You stated. Unusual hardness in your voice made the woman laugh. “This ain't funny! I'm tired of these devilish tricks I'm being involved in! I swear this time I'll fight you instead of running away!”

“Then fight.”

At an impossible speed she made an attack that struck you into your shoulder and made you fly to the nearest wall. You couldn't breath at the pain you felt – it seemed like your clavicle, scapula and ribs were crumbled into tiniest pieces. You were opening and closing your mouth with no sound, just like a fish that was taken out of water and left to die on the surface. It was a pure shock that paralyzed you and concentrated your brain on the inhuman pain. 

The woman sat in the chair and looked at the fireplace, as she immediately lost her interest in you. You didn't know how much time had passed since you were left to suffer, but it felt like decades to you before you were able to stand up. 

“You possess great power, yet I bet you know nothing about it. That's why you should think before stealing.” She spoke, watching the fire. “I heard a prophecy about brother and sister, who would free us from the shadows we were trapped in and restore the ancient order. It doesn't matter anymore – deep inside I stayed skeptical, and it proved that all prophecies are lies. Look at your right hand.”

You did as she said and staggered. One of your wrists was abnormal: your fingers, palm and veins got black, traces of the same color ascended until your elbow. 

• Tomas, who is searching for a civilian woman on purpose. He knows how to make a good impression, and he is well aware of his soft, lovely appearance. Once he has his eyes on you, he will act his best only to lure you into his trap.

• Tomas knows whom to target. He doesn't want a strong woman. He wants a shy, soft girl, a damsel in distress, so he can be her hero; but don't be fooled by such a valiant motive: the more he saves you, the more you owe him, and he won't hesitate to charge you for everything he has ever done to you.

• He lies about his background shamelessly. For you, he is a good guy, Tomas, who works as a policeman in a neighborhood district department. What about his family? His mother and sister tragically perished, and he was adopted by family friends. Tomas is a nice guy, and so are his brothers. He never tells you the names, dates, and places – and you can't even notice it because Tomas just doesn't shut up. He tells you so many things that you constantly lose the plot. However, from you, he expects to hear the whole story with all the following facts.

• Tomas is very caring with you. He assures you that you can trust him all your worries and your mind. His words are sweet, and his hands are gentle when he touches you. Tomas helps you with everything – you don't even have to ask. He is perfect, but he does it only to learn your weaknesses. Got too emotional and told him about your mental struggles? Tomas will make a note on how to put you into stress. Shared your fears with him? He is already planning on how to use it against you to make you vulnerable.

• He always belittles himself in front of you to hear you praising him. You put your whole pure soul into the kindest words he has ever heard in his life. Sometimes, he thinks that even his mother loved him less than you do. You are a marvelous persona, and he does everything in his might to become like you. Staying in your presence feels like basking in the Sun, and Tomas wants to become a better person for you. Did you really believe it? Well, it's better for him. Tomas does it on purpose – he gives you a false feeling of being a savior, an angel in a relationship to make your bond feel special.

• Does Tomas love you? Of course, he does, but the way he shows it is a little... different. He was raised by people who massacred his family. Since childhood, he had to kill to survive. He is a disgusting, sick creature, a predator who lives by animal impulses. Tomas doesn't know love in its normal way. He is afraid to lose you due to this reason, so he is hunting you in a different way: he wants to bind you to himself, make you addicted to him. Tomas will succeed, he believes.

• Tomas is jealous of you. He hates every man for looking at you, he hates you for being so kind with everyone around you, and he hates himself for allowing you to walk everywhere you want. It would be better for him if you were isolated from society. Tomas starts to scare you with police statistics on assaults on young women; he asks you to be extra careful when you leave your home, recommends you to give him access to your location, controls your outfits and makeup. You can shine with your beauty only when he is around, and while he isn't with you, you are allowed to wear something neutral so as not to draw attention to yourself. If you want to party with your friends, he has to know all their phone numbers and be in constant contact with you: if you aren't answering his messages for more than an hour, he will call you until you pick up. Tomas is aware that it scares you to see so many missed calls, and he does it to force a guilt on you. You have to excuse yourself and leave for half an hour in the best case to call him back, mentally prepared to hear his annoyed voice.

"...was found in an alleyway with her throat slashed."

"...her eyes were gouged."

"...drugged her drink and then raped her unconscious body."

Begging him to stop won't give you any results. Tomas wants you to remember once and for all: without him, you can easily become a heroine of tragic news reports. He will continue to intimidate you until you become too scared to exist in society.

• In relationship fights, he uses dirty tricks. Tomas gives you silent treatment to provide you an opportunity to think about your actions and goes on missions, keeping his phone turned off. It drives you crazy – every time you are afraid that he will be injured, and you will be the last to know about it. You would prefer him to scream at you than look you over and keep silent.

• Sometimes, when you two are not fighting, but starting to argue, he grabs your hands or claws his fingers in your shoulder dangerously close to your neck. Tomas is a strong man with an impressive physique – and some of his touches leave bruises on your skin. You ask him to be more careful with you, yet it goes unheard by him. His way to say sorry in this situation is to kiss each bruise after it gets its beautiful cornflower-blue color with purple streaks. The tenderness in his lips when he is doing that makes you think that Tomas likes to hurt you.

• Still, Tomas is a good husband material! He provides you, always makes sure your fridge is full of the best food. With Tomas, you don't have to worry about money. He will easily pay for your education and your cravings.

Tomas is traditional and believes that you should be a stay-at-home mother for your future children. To be honest, in Lin Kuei, you will have nothing else to do but to watch after kids. Sometimes, he dreams of leaving the clan and living with you like his parents did. One day, when it will be safe for him and you will have nowhere to run, he is going to tell you the whole truth about himself.

• Talking about children, Tomas loves the idea to be a family man. His foster parents made sure to raise all of the sons this way. It is also a good way to chain you to him. Constantly pregnant, you will have no other way but to stay with him.

• Tomas just feels the urge to breed you. Like an animal in rut, he won't cum anywhere, but inside you. Want it or not, he will force his seed in your womb. Tomas is the type to sabotage your birth control if you take any and impale condoms. He will find the words to assure you to have unprotected sex – he knows you so well he can convince you in everything.

• Tomas lives to grope you. He adores the way his big palms squeeze your buttcheecks, this delicious fat taking the form of his hands. He will grab you by your thighs when you sit next to him, making his way in between your legs by pressing on your skin roughly, impelling you to spread them.

• Thigh-sex from behind is a must for him: just one thought of his dick nestling in between your sweet inner thigs, right under your dripping pussy, gives him a boner. Your slick makes it easy to move, and Tomas shamelessly uses it for his pleasure. For you, it is nothing more, but a sweet torture, as you feel his throbbing length rubbing under your awaiting hole. You beg him and whine for him, but Tomas just grabs you by your hands, making you arch your back, and goes faster, bringing his climax closer.

• He won't go further without oral. Expect him to eat you out until you go stupid. Tomas is an expert in what he is doing: toying with your clit by sucking, munching and licking on it, he is then sliding his tongue down to your hole. Stuffing you with his saliva and tongue, he changes it on his thick fingers when it's time to go back to your trembling clitoris. He will slide up and down, his tongue flat to cover all the parts of your pussy.

Tomas expects you to give him head back after he finishes with you. The clouded gaze with heavy eyelids you give him when your plump pink lips close on the tip of his dick makes it more erotic. He is training you to take all of him in your mouth in one go, yet it brings Tomas more pleasure when you're starting at the tip and slowly making it down to the base, letting his length into your hot tight throat. You are sucking him, trailing every vein with your tongue. Saliva is streaming down from the corners of your mouth to your chin, making bubbles – Tomas is watching you with attentive eyes, memorizing every detail. Tomas is the type to grab you by your hair and start fucking your mouth roughly, enjoying you choking on his cock.

• No matter the position, Tomas is always in control of you. His hands never leave your body, helping you to adapt to his pace instead. Yet Tomas' favorites are doggy and missionary. For him, deeper penetration means better chances to make you pregnant. Taking you from behind allows him to go rougher on your poor cunt, that certainly will be swollen by the end of the intercourse. Pulling you on his cock, Tomas shivers at the feeling of your wet walls spasming around his length. His head is spinning when he sees his seed leaking out your red and messy pussy. Tomas pushes it back with his fingers, watching you squirm under him, as he is stuffing your already sensitive insides. For sure, he will go on you for another round, fucking his cum at the deepest parts of your womb.

Author's note: I made a list of my favorite kinks, and for some reason, I believed in myself and decided to draw the pots by hand. It was a mistake, and they look horrible, for what I apologize deeply.

Discipline

Jacob isn’t a fan of discipline, mostly because he is the first from your couple to melt into a crying mess and beg for more. Due to this reason, he rarely acts as dominant, but if you ask him nicely, he will make your wish come true. Prepare for the worst: no touching, moaning, and lamenting is allowed for you. He loves the way chokers look on your neck, so he will put one on you for sure. Jacob will treat you like a doll: brush your hair, fix your outfit for you, and inspect your body. Starting by pinching at your nipples and cupping your breasts, then coming to your pussy. Nothing can be more sweeter than your attempts to keep a straight face and stay silent, restrained from clinging and showing any signs of pleasure, as the wet spot on your panties grows bigger. Jacob will do everything to make you fail: he will grope your supple meat, bend you down and finger fuck you. He can even mock you for being so needy and messy. Be sure, the game will end quickly, as his own arousing demands attention – it is impossible not to get overly excited at the way you bite your lips and your chest rises heavily.

Sexual frustration

Age difference

When Jacob is in the mood for edging, he will initiate a long, torturing foreplay. Kiss him the way you love while sitting on his lap and rubbing your clothed cunt on his bulge slowly, your arms stroking his chest. Whisper him your desires, listen to his while Jacob squeezes your ass, then his fingers spreading your leaking hole and brushing your entrance with fingertips… and forget about going further. Jacob will find something urgent to do and leave both of you excited and frustrated to have wild sex a couple of hours after.

Tantric sex

Jacob isn’t into age play and doesn’t pay much attention to the age difference in your relationship, but there is something spicy about being older and more experienced than you. Jacob likes to guide you, give you advice when you need help, and tell you about the things you didn’t know before. It doesn’t have a physical impact, but pleases him psychologically to be your rock.

Roughness

You introduced this way of intimacy to Jacob. You assured him that it starts far before actual sex and includes intimate talks and spending time together. Not to say he understands it completely, but Jacob likes everything that means being together. At first you are having fun cooking, then watching a film in each other’s embrace. Soft touches, his fingers trailing down your hand, while you leave lazy kisses on his cheek. Jokes and a pleasant conversation, full of nice things to tell. An initiating kiss, your fingers curling into his hair, as the atmosphere gets heated, and Jacob presses you to his body to be closer to you. It grows into sensual, gentle love making: you are lying on your side in Jacob’s embrace, one of his hands holding your throat and other is resting behind your head, giving it support, while he is pounding into you leisurely. You turn your head to him, leaving messy kisses across his face until he finds your lips with his and involves you into a one long kiss. This tranquil sessions can last for hours until the awaited climax.

Sometimes Jacob has that special mood, when lowest forms of attraction take over him. Instead of usual lovemaking he goes straight to destroying your cunt in missionary and your whorish moans only encourage him to continue. He grabs your throat violently and tightens his grip with each thrust, feeling your cunt spasming on his length harder than usual. Jacob adores the way your nails claw into his scalp and skin of his back, as you cling to him. For a next round he will take you from behind, watching with extra pleasure how fat on your ass jiggles every time his hips buck into yours. Jacob will leave slaps on it too and stop only when your ass gets this beautiful reddish color.

Breeding

Expect him to be ashamed of his behavior during aftercare. Probably, he will ask to forgive him for being rude with you, in worse scenarios he will be dying silently, going over and over his words and actions in his head.

Oral

Jacob lives for that. Just one thought of his potent cum stretching your pussy makes him lose all his composure. He wants a classic family with two kids and a housewife, and you fit both roles of caring mother and housekeeper perfectly. He prefers to go on you without a condom, yet you are the one who keeps insisting on protection, because your gynecologist says that you can get pregnant easily. Just because he loves you, Jacob doesn’t want to make you feel stressed in a relationship with him, so he is waiting patiently. For now, he is content with what he has – rare creampies are allowed, when your pregnancy chances are low. Jacob cums so much the biggest part of his seed just oozes out of you down to your ass, leaving beautiful wet traces of his cum and your wetness mixed together. When he is in a kinky mood, he plunges your hole with his fingers to prevent cum from spilling, and finger fucks you until his dick gets erected, only to make a new load inside your womb.

You don’t even have to ask for Jacob to eat you out – he is eagerly asking you for this himself. He loves your holes, and both of them will get attention. Your little clit begs to be caressed with his lips and tongue, and who Jacob is to refuse it. His method is simple, yet effective: licking from your hole up to your clit. He spares some time to circle your opening and tease it with short licks, before letting his tongue inside you. After he is done with your leaking hole, he kisses his way up to your clit and licks it with a tip of his tongue only, before sucking on it and munching it with lips. Don’t be shy and grab his hair, press his face harder to your pussy – he loves some erotic roughness coming from you. You got the prettiest asshole, tight and extremely sensitive, so he can make you cum by eating your ass in seconds, yet he prefers a longer way: while his tongue explores your asshole, his fingers toy with your pussy, making you an absolute mess. Once his fingers plunged inside your soft cunt and his mouth leaves lewd kisses on your ass at the same time, you feel dizzy and your mind can think only about this lecherous torture.

Bondage

Things get different when it is your turn to please him. Jacob can’t think straight (or better say, he can’t think at all) when his cock is buried deep inside your throat and your tongue is sliding along, giving pleasurable pressure on frenulum and just a little stimulation at the tip. You change between deep throating and sucking swiftly, your hands stroke his shaft, as your tongue swirls on the tip. All he can do is blubber your name, while his hands are pressing on your head gently. You can feel Jacob’s approaching climax and you let his dick out of your mouth and stop all the stimulation right before it, changing focus of your attention to his lips instead. You almost fuck his mouth with your tongue, licking and biting at his lips before slipping into his hot mouth in and out. Your tongue caresses and plays with Jacob’s, your saliva mixes together, as you break the kiss and shove your wet tongue into his open mouth, letting saliva flow down. Then you lick his lips playfully and kiss Jacob again. His moans add nice vibration to the kiss. Your hand reaches his leaking cock and you go down again to bring him what he wants the most.

Jacob is a big fan of bondage, and his skill may surprise you. He has always wanted to make a shibari themed photoset, so he will ask for your assistance. Jacob makes tight knots and uses the best shibari ropes to make sure they won’t hurt you and will be comfortable to your skin. In his head, he already has an outfit and location design; makeup, hairstyle, and accessories are up to you. He will make a corset from ropes on your chest, tie your wrists in a prayer gesture, then bind your arms and hang them up, spread your legs, and fix them with a row of knots. His gratitude and appreciation to you for showing interest in his hobby are endless. If you start to feel uncomfortable, he will stop everything and untie you while comforting you. Jacob wants nothing more, but to make it enjoyable and fun for both of you.

Collar & Leash

If you are ready to spice things up, Jacob will bring it to the bed. Nothing extreme hides behind a kinky façade: he just ties your hands to have control over them. Your physical restriction makes his dick harder and sends animalistic impulses down his spine. Breeding you with your hands tied and fixed above your head makes Jacob cum even more – his seed is leaking out with his dick still inside, as no more room is left for it.

CNC

Jacob is blessed to see both of them on your pretty neck. He cums instantly just by pulling the leash and bringing you closer to him. Tight black band of leather on your delicate neck and a leash, contrasting with your skin, is a sight of pure erotic. You were created to feed his demons: Jacob usually doesn’t let dark fantasies roam inside his head, but when he has you all exposed, left with nothing but a collar and leash on your body, he can’t control this voluptuous fever. His favorite way of using it is when you take a condom inside your mouth and put it on his cock by using your throat, as Jacob gradually pushes a leash.

Obsession

Jacob has a shameful fantasy that he will always keep as a secret. He is against violence and degradation, but not in this case. This absolutely horrifying thought appeared in his head since the first time he met you. Struck by your beauty, Jacob wished to have you no matter what. He fantasizes of inviting you to his place and then drugging you to lock you in his basement and take advantage of your sleeping body. He imagines his hands groping your breasts and plump flesh of your waist, touching you everywhere he wants. Jacob wishes to corrupt you, force his dick inside your unprepared cunt and just rape you. Thrusting into you at a sinister pace, pulling you on his dick so hard it hurts for both of you. If you wake up he will give you a drink that will make your head clouded, refuse – and he will pour it down your throat himself. Your cries and laments to stop are the best aphrodisiac to him. Jacob is afraid one day he will lose his mind and let that demonic part take over him, but that fantasy of you unconscious on a cold dusty basement floor with your legs wide open and drool leaking down your face excites him. You are already perfect, but Jacob will finish your transformation into a pure perfection by breaking you and making you an obedient doll who worships him.

Jacob loves you. By that he means that you are a center of his universe and the reason he wakes up every morning. He can’t stay apart from you, he can’t breathe without you. When you are with him everything gets easy. No one can take you from him. Jacob treasures and protects you like a zealot, he knows your every habit and can predict your behavior out to the last detail. He knows everything about you: your cycle, names of all your family members, names, addresses and phone numbers of your friends, and a lot of other stuff that you probably don’t know about your darlings and even about yourself. Jacob is happy that you are dating him: he does everything to earn your love and make you fall for him more and more with every day. You belong to him and you will stay with him forever – your consent is wished, but not required. Try to leave and no one will ever find you: Jacob will lock you inside his house and chain you to his bed. He will destroy you mentally until you decide to stay with him voluntarily.

Voyeurism

Jacob tries not to be clingy, but he needs to hear you saying that you love him everyday. During sex he will ask you to tell him that you belong to him. He likes to mark you as his: matching outfits, accessories for couples, sharing his clothes with you, literally everything to make other people know, that you are his.

Jacob has a telescope and fancy camera lenses that he uses for illegal reasons. You are too carefree and neglect using curtains, so sometimes Jacob can see you playing with yourself or walking naked. You will never notice him watching you, as he is the best at hiding his strange hobby. Jacob knows how to make you cum in seconds by watching you doing so to yourself: you liked stuffing your cunt with your fingers and pressing them close to your crotch so they will rub your clit while you are pounding into your hole. He isn’t only watching you, Jacob is making pictures and recording videos he can use later. Ecstatic shivers are running down Jacob’s spine every time he watches you through the camera, as he massages bulge on his pants. It is a unique secret bond only you and him share.