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- - - - -fσx נ. αyиuя- - -
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- - - - - - - - - - - --Channel the α и g є я swelling inside you
- - - - - - - - - - - --Fighting the boundary 'till you break through
- - - - - - - - - - - --Deep in your s σ u ℓ there's no hesitation
- - - - - - - - - - - -- So make yourself the one they all 「 f є α я 」
They hadn't been given much time to gather their bearings before the shadows showed themselves. Fox had just regained her feet when another girl, much younger and so enchantingly sweet, woke as well. Mumbling something about falling out of bed which on any other occasion might have made the blonde laugh was now chilling. They had all been kidnapped right out of their homes without even knowing about it. For such a feat...had they been spirited away? Fox mentally smacked herself, believing in fairy tales at her age! No, this was elaborately done but the work of humans surely. Things found in tales were exactly that; fairy tails. However to have been kidnapped right out of her study with no notion of what was happening to her was confounding. She hadn't eaten or drank anything the rest of her family hadn't nor did she feel pain - so being knocked unconscious seemed far fetched. Gas or smoke that made her pass out? That had to have been it. As the youngest of the four spoke up, stuttering slightly as she realized she was not in her room Fox sighed. Defeat already looked eminent. Two of the older women were still passed out and this one, well she looked older than she appeared but childish. The story book in her clutches proof of that.
Before Fox could utter anything comforting, which she probably wouldn't have done, she heard a door creak open. Whipping her head around, half turning, she spotted the door as a tall man slipped in. Well more the shadow of a tall man she assumed since she didn't see him clearly. The room was dark, lit by the night's pale light and her eyes were slowly adjusting. They still felt heavy but the situation had her on edge. The man stepped closer reveling a handsome face and a good build but with startling silver hair and crimson eyes. Unnatural. Fox resisted the urge to step away or to cower but it was not every day you woke up in a strange place and had an even stranger man approach you! She had heard of many foreign people with different attributes but the blonde had never heard of silver hair and red eyes. Unless he was an albino? Those were as rare as the fae folk of legend. Unsure of herself, Fox held her tongue as he nudged one of the sleeping women with a frown. No lasting affects!? Lucky!? Fox bridled at such easy words. They were not fine nor lucky! Obviously something very terrible was planned for them yet her anger gave way to a cautious curiosity. What had the man meant by no lasting affects? The drugs?
As the young woman thought the words over the woman he nudged awoke, and Fox saw for the first time the finery the dark haired woman wore. Here she was in a day dress, another in a night gown and another in a gown. They all certainly seemed to have been snatched up from different places but why four of them? One man had made himself known but were there more? Fox had heard of things like this happening; beautiful young women kidnapped and sold off to black markets or buyers with strange taste. A tremor rattled her spine as her lips tightened. Oh Lord, why had he forsaken them? No gentle-born woman, or any woman, deserved this! Standing as still and quiet as a doe caught in the sights of a wolf, Fox tried to keep attention off herself as she looked about through the gloom for a chance at escape or for a weapon. There was only one man so far, if the other three kept his attention she might be able to knock him out and make a run for it. There were plenty of heavy objects in the room that would do the trick.
Yet before Fox could find an opening another man entered the room, this one even more bizarre than the first. The glint of metal caught her attention first though it quickly strayed to the abundance of tattoos that littered his skin. He was breath taking as well, which was some what of an annoyance, and had the same startling red eyes. This was getting eerie and more and more did she feel like she was losing her grip on reality. That maybe, just maybe, those legends, fairy tales and talk of supernatural beings could be true. "I'm losing my mind. I must be hallucinating from the drugs they used...I'm hallucinating," she told herself sternly and cast her gaze elsewhere as the tattoo'd one spoke. Yes...lucky was an interesting choice words. Fox did not find herself or the other women in a very lucky situation.
Again and again more men kept filtering through the door. The youngest girl and the raven haired woman were awake but Fox's gaze kept traveling to the one woman still passed out on the rug. Hoping for the sake of their survival she was alright. As the next man entered he seemed to be the most normal out of the trio but Fox ignored him. Ignoring them all as they leered at her and the others as she let her pale blue eyes meander about; memorizing the room and its contents. Ignored him until he spoke that is. Demons!? The blonde's head snapped back to them, eyes flickering up and down their physics as if to find some evidence of this statement while stifling a startled gasp. Impossible! Yet just as incredulous as them being demons sounded this grand opportunity he spoke of bothered her. Just what had they been kidnapped for? Fox could hedge a few wild guesses, each more dismaying then the prior. They had to get out of here! She had to get out of here! Whether the other girls would be as determined or not Fox was going to bolt the first moment she got.
As if the last several minutes hadn't been uncomfortable and mysterious a fourth man entered the parlor making Fox huff a sigh. She should have known. Four women, four men to match. The situation had her almost screaming but she held herself with as much dignity as she could without being glaringly obvious. This new one, however, held a different air about him. His coloring was extremely different and he was the tallest out of the men. Laid back as he made some comment to who ever was Christan, and glanced them all over. Each of the men seemed to be looking them over as if they were some pretty mare to openly stare at and make judgements upon. As was the way of the world. Fox knew men had the power to determine a woman's life. A father picked his daughter's husband. A husband held all the power in the marriage. Sons were first priority and if the husband passed before the wife the widow answered to her sons. So on and so forth, however, Fox's father hadn't stuck around and her grandfather had died in her youth when he was still doting upon her and not planning matches for her. In other words Fox was use to standing on par with the men in her life as she ran her family's shipping company. She understood her place in this strange new house but that did not mean she wouldn't fight against it when given the chance.
Right now, however, would be a poor time to pick a fight. She remained tongue tied as the men,...or demons as they called themselves, gazed at them and made comments. Smaller than expected? Fox blinked, glancing at her body, before casting her wary gaze at the others. True...she was taller than her mother but at five foot three she was still pretty small. The girl in the night gown was smaller than her though...it didn't matter. Fox pushed the thoughts out of her mind as the golden haired man approached them, leaning down to examine them at a closer proximity and suddenly Fox found herself face to face with him.
Clenching her teeth Fox went to step back away from him when his arm reached up and snagged her. Astoundingly he lifted her off her feet, settling her against him like a bird on a perch with that one arm. Were all men so strong!? Gasping she unintentionally leaned into the brute to keep from falling, placing her hands gingerly on his shoulder and arm as he spoke. His mother!? Lord she was confused, what did his mother have anything to do with this? Was she about to become a household slave or something? Was she fine? Fox didn't feel pain or any different than normal aside from the swirling vortex of emotions. Giving a silent nod to the man holding her he seemed satisfied and whisked her away from the group and she felt her skin prickle. Not only was this improper on so many levels being held by a complete stranger was mortifying and thinking of all the terrible things that could happen...
For the first time in her life Fox actually felt like she could faint from shock. Still that was spineless so she remained clammed up, keeping her precarious perch as she glanced behind her warily at the other women. It wasn't until the golden haired man spoke again did Fox direct her gaze to him and his charming smile. He smelt like the sea...Cake? Well that took the icing. First, she's kidnapped, examined like a piece of meat by men who thought they were demons, chosen without her consent by some whack job and now asked if she liked cake! The irritation bubbling under her silent and icy demeanor was brimming over. "No, I dislike sweets," she snapped haughtily; but cataloged away what he mentioned. Brothers. Well other than the three with red eyes, the man who held her dis-included, none of them looked alike at all. Except, once again with her captor, they all had pale skin and dark coloring. Her captor truly seemed the odd ball out with his looks and the way he acted.
Carefree, aloof, uninterested in the proceedings now that he had his prize. As he stood there holding her, strong arms showing no strain despite having held her for moments now, she slowly returned her gaze to the parlor. Many strange events followed. The first man that had shown himself transformed into a cat, padding over to the sleeping woman and curling up on her chest.
"A man...just turned into a cat."
The thought ran through her mind numbly as she stared on in disbelief. Either she was still under side affects of the drugs or they truly were demons and she got spirited away. Oh dear God, what had she done to anger the heavens? To be forsaken and taken by demons who had such insidious intentions for them. To be used and stained, treated like slaves and made to do acts so carnal she dared not think of them lest she lose what courage she had. Now the other two brothers who had yet to choose were taking their sweet time as they circled the raven haired woman and the sweet younger one who actually looked excited at the prospect of being taken by demons. She was doomed. Fox was never getting out of this alive.
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