She felt his hand caress her belly, her thighs.She felt his hand caress her belly, her thighs. More bands went onto her ankles, and Teltirray spread her legs apart. His magic glued her to the wall over his bed like some obscene statue. She had spent more than one night like that, over his head, forced to sleep that way for his amusement. His hands touched her almost gently. "Say goodbye, Aimee'." She looked down at him, holding her voice for a moment. All she said was, "Goodbye." Teltirray grimaced, taking up a heavy, knotted scourge in his hands. "Now," he said, "Scream for me." The wall behind Aimee' grew warm, and she felt the flow of magic through it. She didn't know what the magic was, but she could feel it coursing into her, as if seeking something within her. It wasn't just magic... it was alive. And it was looking for something within her, but she could almost feel it's frustration and she knew it didn't know how to find what it was looking for. Teltirray was smiling at her, his eyes alight with madness. "It's a demon," he said. "A friend. It... supplies me with the knowledge I need. The cost, of course, is you. Not that I mind." His smile twisted into an ugly snarl. |