Being around someone like Demetri made one realize how small and powerless they were. When one had someone at their little finger, like dolls, useless little creatures, it made them insane. It twisted their minds with power, with lust for more, with hunger to own and possess as much as humanly possible. And Demetri was no exception. Strange enough, he was not someone you could usually boss around, but She had easily done that. Demetri was a puppet master under someone else's command. It made Elanor wonder if he was doing it willingly at this point or not.
Silence had set over the two as they walked through the forest. Demetri did not rush her, but walked right behind her slowly, his hands into the pockets of his pants, while his eyes were pinned on her back, as if they tried to pierce a
