The hand on her back was felt as if the devil’s claws had caught her, and in grief, Marianne closed her eyes to listen to his murmurs beco growls that could eventually make her lose her sanity.
"It’s been so long..." — Paul gasped, touching the visage of the nauseous woman who appeared graceful, lifting it so the beauty could be admired... until patience would be lost. — "Open those eyes. Look at , Marianne."
A second was the only ti he gave her before his hand would shake and squeeze her jaw harmfully so the anthracite would be unlocked by the long eyelashes. And watching them look directly into his golden hues, the hardened deanour with which he demanded her stare quickly lted into a pesky grin.
Dirty like his depraved wishes, he leaned onto her visage, draining her blood from the surprise a dangerous movent could have been... yet his lips did not touch hers even as he craved it, pressuring her cheek with the force needed to restrain the forbidden desire of the sibling.
’ . . . h- he almost... I’m sure he wanted- he wanted to-...’ — Shaken by the disgrace and disgust this ant, Marianne’s muscles stressed themselves from the unbelievable doings of the sibling, unable to thread her thoughts correctly at the shock and sensations these actions, as well as another soul’s past, invoked.
"I won’t do it... even though we made sure no one would see us... Only once we get out of here, will we be able to feel this happiness thoroughly, my-... my Marianne... Marianne..." — Another hurtful press of his lips and whiff of his breath stroked the mortified skin of the Lady. Continuing to ignore her true sensations that rejected him deeply while seeing them as joyful in his unstable mind. — "I’ve prepared everything. I’m taking you with , so never again will anyone separate us."
— Like this... we will always be together... —
"..n..." — ’...God.... please no...’
"Haha yes. No one will get in the way this ti. Those guards that were placed on you... won’t even know what happened... It’s perfect... everything was planned and so that’s why we can be like this... I’ve done well, haven’t I, my dear... oh, dear little sister?" — Paul, srized in his insanity told to the frightful wide hues he deed as delighted to the horrifying news. Cuddling his nose to the woman’s restricted cheek feeling delighted by the forced closeness. — "The ti we had to wait is finally over. My loved Marianne..."
".. ... ."
"We are finally going to be together. On our own... Having us who only matter."
— You care about just as much, right... Elizabeth? —
"__"
— The right answer was that you care even more than , dummy~ —
Recalling the darkness and the evil’s whispers at the sibling’s insane mumblings, the soul of the outsider, blankly froze as the pain and screams of her original body crawled up a broken throat in her rightful life.
— My love~ Elizabeth~ listen to the trees~ don’t you like how they hit on our walls? —
"fh...m.." — To the grief of the foreign one, Marianne’s body finally tried moving. Directed by the need rooted in fear, to escape this man’s grasp.
"? What is it?... Ah, yes, maybe we should go and talk more at the ho we’ll own."
"f-hf... n- no..." — Elizabeth, breaking through the shock of the owner’s body, growled in gasps between her teeth. Starting to gain control of her body again, as she knew this ti escaping Paul was the only answer. — "L-Let go."
"? What are you saying?" — Preventing her with ease from leaving his arms, Paul as if innocent, asked. Pondering montarily as she struggled and repeated the sa words desperately.
"Let go... Let go...!"
"Sigh... It’s alright-! Ah. Wait, haha, why do you run? There’s no need for that." — He said as Marianne escaped him while sothing in his pocket was drawn out. Walking behind her as she gained more speed, preparing the little aid he had prepared by other’s advice before stepping up to reach her.
’Psycho! He’s just like him!! He’s the sa as Seth!!’ — As she desperately ran, Elizabeth told Marianne, horrified to think of falling into a devil’s hands again.
’We have to lose him sohow! Sohow!! No matter how-?!’ — "AcK! HE-mh-mph! MMHMMPH!!!"
Yet her escape... was easily forbidden. For skilful Paul was. Like many knights of this Empire and Ama Dhemnih Realm...
Tackling her down by the long skirt she wore, Marianne fell hard to the ground to imdiately be muffled by the handkerchief he had prepared. Inhaling so bitter scent and taste... as she still tried to fight him who was now handling her roughly. Keeping her down while with desperate hands, his face, neck and shoulders... everything she managed to reach, was pushed away with the most of her strength. Crying... while the man laughed, happy... unaware of the fright and despair his joy and forceful dominance infringed in the child.
"It’s fine. It’s fine~ Trust . It’s better to go like this. You won’t even notice."
’No!! No! Let go!! Don’t hurt ! Please!! Paul, don’t do this!!’ — "MPH HMmPh!! Mph! ph..!"
"Shhh... shush..."
"mH!...f...mpH....!...!. .. ." — ’No...! Soone... so..body.....’
With the last of her strength... She saw the smile of the man that broke her sh with that of Paul’s features... noticing how her fight had beco useless as her limbs lost power... and how her nails scratched him without result to the end, receiving a kiss on the cheek from his dry and nauseous lips as her consciousness was lost in the last tear, her now empty eyes held...
’Help ...’
Her silence ca along an unmoving body. And once no more resistance ca for a mont from the woman, his hand slowly took away the handkerchief that forced her into slumber. Saving it back in the pocket of his vest... to then stare down at the beautiful sibling he had finally overtaken.
"... My Marianne... you will not regret anything... I swear... for our love..." — As if welcod, Paul’s nose traced her visage’s side... lightly kissing its chin as no more ti to relish in the unapproved touch was allowed.
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