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die,” he said, kissing Marla on the forehead.
“How do you intend to protect me?” she sobbed. How had everything gotten out of hand? If only Mike would come to his senses! “Anyways, it’s been prophesized. You can’t do anything about it.”
“What are you talking about?” he whispered into her hair.
The time had probably come to tell Mike the truth. “I didn’t want to say anything in front of the others, but … an oracle predicted my death. You should know, because … I love you.”
“Marla …” Mike took her cheeks in his hands. His impetuous lips found her mouth, and his kiss was full of passion.
Marla returned Mike’s wild attentions in kind. She longed for him, longed to be close to him, longed for their intimate conversations.
Marla’s heart grew heavy. She would have liked to experience so much more with Mike. “Let’s go. I have to know that you’re safe before I die,” she said between his caresses. Tasting, touching, and smelling Mike was simply heavenly. Would she miss that when she was dead? Would she feel anything at all?
Breathless, Mike took a step back, holding her head firmly in his hands. “When I learned that you were a demon, I felt hurt. I thought you were toying with me, but now I know: Your feelings are real.” He searched for her eyes in the darkness. Were his eyes shining? “Please, don’t talk about dying. I’ll come with you!”
Marla let out a sigh. What luck! Mike had regained his senses! She embraced him exuberantly.
“No one’s going anywhere!” An all-too-familiar voice suddenly echoed through the tunnel. She was grabbed by the shoulder and torn away from Mike. “Today truly is a good day to die, you abomination!”
It was Metistakles! “No,” she whispered. Why did it have to be him? Marla was effectively paralyzed. The enormous expenditure of energy had weakened her body. Metistakles had her in a stranglehold, one arm wrapped around her throat from behind. She could neither breathe nor speak.
“Marla!” Mike cried. He stood up, keeping his back to the stone wall. “Who’s there?” Hands outstretched, he searched his surroundings, but he couldn’t quite reach them. “Marla?!”
She floundered about, struggling for air. Finally, Metistakles loosened his grip.
“Please!” she begged, panting. “Let me make a portal for Mike, and then I’ll go with you, my lord.”
“You won’t do anything of the kind, you little whore!” Metistakles growled, dragging her out to the main corridor.
Marla clutched at his arm. What was he intending to do? Her pulse was pounding in her ears — Metistakles was cutting off the blood supply to her brain. Marla desperately gasped for air.
Mike stumbled after them, feeling his way along the stone wall. “Marla!”
“Stay where you are, Mike!” she wanted to call back to him, but only a croaking sound escaped her lips. Please go away, don’t follow me! she tried to send to him mentally. She didn’t know whether Mike could hear her — in any case, he didn’t react.
Metistakles couldn’t break his vow. He wouldn’t kill Mike. But he might torture him. And then there were always the others, and what they could do to Mike. Mike was lost.
Please, lord , Marla begged Metistakles telepathically. Do with me what you will. I’ll remain fully conscious if you wish, but please let Mike go!
“Fully conscious?” He stared at her with greedy eyes and loosened his grip again.
Marla gasped for air in a panic. Tears were clouding her vision, and her head pounded.
“You won’t hide yourself away?”
“No,” she whimpered as he pulled her further down the corridor. “Just let Mike go, please!”
He let out a sinister laugh. “First, I’ll have to see whether you keep your word, bitch. Then … I’ll consider it. Perhaps.”
He dragged Marla down the long corridor, not toward the hall but in the other direction, toward her chamber. Mike ran after them, struggling to keep up.
“Marla!” he cried.
“How do you intend to protect me?” she sobbed. How had everything gotten out of hand? If only Mike would come to his senses! “Anyways, it’s been prophesized. You can’t do anything about it.”
“What are you talking about?” he whispered into her hair.
The time had probably come to tell Mike the truth. “I didn’t want to say anything in front of the others, but … an oracle predicted my death. You should know, because … I love you.”
“Marla …” Mike took her cheeks in his hands. His impetuous lips found her mouth, and his kiss was full of passion.
Marla returned Mike’s wild attentions in kind. She longed for him, longed to be close to him, longed for their intimate conversations.
Marla’s heart grew heavy. She would have liked to experience so much more with Mike. “Let’s go. I have to know that you’re safe before I die,” she said between his caresses. Tasting, touching, and smelling Mike was simply heavenly. Would she miss that when she was dead? Would she feel anything at all?
Breathless, Mike took a step back, holding her head firmly in his hands. “When I learned that you were a demon, I felt hurt. I thought you were toying with me, but now I know: Your feelings are real.” He searched for her eyes in the darkness. Were his eyes shining? “Please, don’t talk about dying. I’ll come with you!”
Marla let out a sigh. What luck! Mike had regained his senses! She embraced him exuberantly.
“No one’s going anywhere!” An all-too-familiar voice suddenly echoed through the tunnel. She was grabbed by the shoulder and torn away from Mike. “Today truly is a good day to die, you abomination!”
It was Metistakles! “No,” she whispered. Why did it have to be him? Marla was effectively paralyzed. The enormous expenditure of energy had weakened her body. Metistakles had her in a stranglehold, one arm wrapped around her throat from behind. She could neither breathe nor speak.
“Marla!” Mike cried. He stood up, keeping his back to the stone wall. “Who’s there?” Hands outstretched, he searched his surroundings, but he couldn’t quite reach them. “Marla?!”
She floundered about, struggling for air. Finally, Metistakles loosened his grip.
“Please!” she begged, panting. “Let me make a portal for Mike, and then I’ll go with you, my lord.”
“You won’t do anything of the kind, you little whore!” Metistakles growled, dragging her out to the main corridor.
Marla clutched at his arm. What was he intending to do? Her pulse was pounding in her ears — Metistakles was cutting off the blood supply to her brain. Marla desperately gasped for air.
Mike stumbled after them, feeling his way along the stone wall. “Marla!”
“Stay where you are, Mike!” she wanted to call back to him, but only a croaking sound escaped her lips. Please go away, don’t follow me! she tried to send to him mentally. She didn’t know whether Mike could hear her — in any case, he didn’t react.
Metistakles couldn’t break his vow. He wouldn’t kill Mike. But he might torture him. And then there were always the others, and what they could do to Mike. Mike was lost.
Please, lord , Marla begged Metistakles telepathically. Do with me what you will. I’ll remain fully conscious if you wish, but please let Mike go!
“Fully conscious?” He stared at her with greedy eyes and loosened his grip again.
Marla gasped for air in a panic. Tears were clouding her vision, and her head pounded.
“You won’t hide yourself away?”
“No,” she whimpered as he pulled her further down the corridor. “Just let Mike go, please!”
He let out a sinister laugh. “First, I’ll have to see whether you keep your word, bitch. Then … I’ll consider it. Perhaps.”
He dragged Marla down the long corridor, not toward the hall but in the other direction, toward her chamber. Mike ran after them, struggling to keep up.
“Marla!” he cried.
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