Ariel puts her hand on Darian’s chest interrupting their kiss. Their eyes both burned of lust and the whole room smelled of heat. Ariel was currently pinned to the wall with her left leg lifted by Darian and her tiny waist wrapped in his arm. Their breathing, mixed with cool refreshing wine that they had earlier were fanning against each other's faces. “I…I don't think we should do this, Darian. It's dangerous.” She whispered but Darian wasn't listening. Instead, he went for her neck and licked his tongue on it. “Why? We have done it before. Why should it be different now?” Darian's voice was so alluring and tempting, almost like the voice of a god calling out to her list soul in a trapped mirror. Ariel rolled her eyes backwards in pleasure, trying her best to remain fully sane with what she was trying to say because Darian just wouldn't stop touching. “No…that first one was a mistake…this…this shouldn't go on…you are married and I don't think Luna would be happy to know this.” She replied and Darian paused finally. She was able to catch her breath. He looked into her eyes while trailing his fingers across her chin. “We can make an exception to it.” That was his response before he captured her luscious lips agai and Ariel didn't bother fighting back. She loved the thrill of it.

I fell right on my knees in front of that one man I never thought I would need his help. He wasn’t evil, nor did I hear any bad habits about him from people, but he was known not to be a helper. Helping was not his thing but maybe…just maybe he could have mercy on me and save my life this time around. I raised my head with pain, under the heavy rain and dragged my broken legs to reach him. He was standing in front of me with an umbrella covering his head. Even though I couldn’t see his face clearly, his cold eyes were burning through my soul. I grunted and stretched my weak hand, attempting to hold his leg. My eyes were getting weaker by the minute and they couldn’t function properly. My whole face hurt from the impact of the fire. Blood was flowing and I knew that I looked horrible…molding me into the monster that they wanted me to be. I was seeing nothing. “Please…help me.” I whispered my last words. He bent to my level, his umbrella covering my head, he placed his hand under my chin, pushing it upward to look him in the eye, and responded, “I thought you knew…Helping is not my thing.” Of course, I knew but somehow, I was hoping maybe he could make an exception but it seemed I was doomed already.