It started out normally. Just another match in the Outback. The participants, however, were definitely not the normal sort. On one side of the ring, a tall Egyptian, whose aquiline features reeked of contempt, not only for the majority of humanity, but especially for his opponent in the ring. Opposite him stood a tall, dark blond haired woman, her features studied calm belying the fear she felt inside.
Unlike their previous matches, the Egyptian pressed his advantages to the fullest, brutal means possible during each round. His jab snapped his opponent's head back. A hard chop brought her to her knees before him. His flip slammed her into the mat with punishing force. His hook sent her reeling. Then the final blow, an uppercut that dropped her to the mat like a stone.
The Egyptian picked her ragdoll limp form up from the mat by her neck. "This is the sort of collar that you are born to wear," his mellifluous tones purred in her ear while his thumbs pressed against her carotid arteries.
His opponent felt the pressure increase. The thrum of her heartbeat in her ears. The blackness that crept into her visual field from both sides, until it was consumed completely.
Her emerald and diamond ringed hands flailed weakly against the stranglehold, but finally they dropped, limply, to her sides.
In the outside world, the dark blond haired woman laid in a bed beside her dark haired fianc". Instead of sleeping peacefully, however, her emerald and diamond ringed hands surrounded her own throat as she choked herself.
The sounds of someone choking sharply roused Alper from his peaceful slumber. His leaf green eyes widened in horror at the sight of his fianc"e with her own hands around her throat. "Anya! Anya, wake up, please!" he pleaded frantically as he carefully pried her hands away, and held them between his own. "Anya!"
Maranya's hazel eyes struggled through what seemed like a drugged fog to focus on the handsome face of the man beside her. Then she crumpled into his strong arms like a house of cards toppled by a hurricane.
"Shh, love, it's alright, I'm here," he murmured while he smoothed her sweat tangled hair gently between his fingers. "I'm here. What did you see?"
Muffled against his chest, she related, in bits and pieces, the nightmare that claimed its hold on her. He murmured reassurances to his love while his eyes burned with rage.
The Egyptian had already stolen Duci from them. That Orosbu pitchi will not get his hold on my love too, he vowed silently. I'll see him burn in hell first!
Alper held Maranya's trembling, sweaty form against him in comfort until she finally fell asleep. Anger furiously burned within him until fury turned to cold ashes hours later, and allowed him fitful slumber.
Unlike their previous matches, the Egyptian pressed his advantages to the fullest, brutal means possible during each round. His jab snapped his opponent's head back. A hard chop brought her to her knees before him. His flip slammed her into the mat with punishing force. His hook sent her reeling. Then the final blow, an uppercut that dropped her to the mat like a stone.
The Egyptian picked her ragdoll limp form up from the mat by her neck. "This is the sort of collar that you are born to wear," his mellifluous tones purred in her ear while his thumbs pressed against her carotid arteries.
His opponent felt the pressure increase. The thrum of her heartbeat in her ears. The blackness that crept into her visual field from both sides, until it was consumed completely.
Her emerald and diamond ringed hands flailed weakly against the stranglehold, but finally they dropped, limply, to her sides.
In the outside world, the dark blond haired woman laid in a bed beside her dark haired fianc". Instead of sleeping peacefully, however, her emerald and diamond ringed hands surrounded her own throat as she choked herself.
The sounds of someone choking sharply roused Alper from his peaceful slumber. His leaf green eyes widened in horror at the sight of his fianc"e with her own hands around her throat. "Anya! Anya, wake up, please!" he pleaded frantically as he carefully pried her hands away, and held them between his own. "Anya!"
Maranya's hazel eyes struggled through what seemed like a drugged fog to focus on the handsome face of the man beside her. Then she crumpled into his strong arms like a house of cards toppled by a hurricane.
"Shh, love, it's alright, I'm here," he murmured while he smoothed her sweat tangled hair gently between his fingers. "I'm here. What did you see?"
Muffled against his chest, she related, in bits and pieces, the nightmare that claimed its hold on her. He murmured reassurances to his love while his eyes burned with rage.
The Egyptian had already stolen Duci from them. That Orosbu pitchi will not get his hold on my love too, he vowed silently. I'll see him burn in hell first!
Alper held Maranya's trembling, sweaty form against him in comfort until she finally fell asleep. Anger furiously burned within him until fury turned to cold ashes hours later, and allowed him fitful slumber.