The Making of Moly Barons ~Darkness Becomes Her

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Chapter 5

My head had finally started to feel better. With all of them not bickering back and forth with one another it was blissfully quiet. My eyes opened and I took a deep breath, forgetting where I was, actually. Then I saw all three vampires staring once again at me.

“Look, I don’t know what you guys normally do with your women. But there is no way in hell I’m sleeping with you, let alone tag-teaming with all of you!” I sputtered.

The three vampires were hiding their laughter at my indignation. Maybe I don’t look like one of those women who would know what tag-team means. But someone was laughing at me. “Don’t you have a dirty little mind? Philip, you want to double-team her like she suggested?” Nicolas chuckled, turning his head towards his friend.

“It does sound like fun but non, merci, Nicolas, I’m not interested in sharing tonight,” Philip grinned.

Nicolas pushed himself out of his chair, to come lean on the table in front of me once more. “Well luv, I must say I like the way you think, but I think for now we’ll take this slow.”

“For now…?” I whispered.

“Don’t fret over such things. But what Philip and I do need to do now, is to feed. And no matter what you might think of us, we don’t want to frighten you.

“The first time will be the hardest, but you’ll see that we mean you no harm. Then I believe it’ll become easier for you.” Nicolas assured me caressing my cheek with his fingers.

“I don’t think you understand. I’m a married woman. I already have a husband who loves me more than anything in this world. Do you understand?” I told them in desperation.

Nicolas leaned forward taking my face in his hand. “Yes, I do understand. You are already in love with someone and you are loyal to him. That is an admirable quality, and one that we respect. Maybe one day you’ll feel the same way about us, but until then we must feed. Things in our world have changed dramatically. We have difficulty finding hosts to drink from, and for me it has been almost impossible. You are my miracle. It has been a long time since I felt whole. I assure you we will take how you feel very seriously. So, would you rather me or drink first, the decision is yours.”

“I don’t care,” I whispered. Tears started running down my face slowly, then started to pick up. I just needed to do what they wanted for a couple weeks, that’s all.

“Well, that wasn’t really what I was hoping for, ma chérie.” Philip frowned.

“Why don’t you feed first, my friend. I think I’ll spend some time with her after.” Nicolas told him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary. She will need her rest after you two feed. Not conversation.” Marcus stated coolly.

“If I didn’t know any better mate, one would think you’re jealous.” Nicolas countered.

“Bollocks...”

“Come, petite amie, let’s get you upstairs. You’ve had a long night, even though it has just begun.” he told me as he pulled out my chair, reaching out his hand for mine. I just sat there not looking at him.

He gave a hefty sigh. Next thing I knew, he picked me up from where I sat and cradled me in his arms. “You know I don’t mind this way there. In fact I think I prefer it,” he whispered in my ear.

He walked out of the dining room and through the castle until we reached the stairs. He carried me as if I weighed nothing, and acted as if I precious. “Do you want to ask me any questions? I will answer anything you’d like.” I didn’t say anything; I just leaned into him as cradled me in his arms.

“Well, I’ll tell you a little bit about myself anyway. As you might have guessed I’m French. I was born February 2, 1167 in Champagne, France. I was a knight by the age of eighteen. Did you know that at this time I was considered a grown man and was expected to already have a wife with children? At the age of twenty-two I went on the Third Crusade to the Holy Land with my king and good friend, Philippe. We fought many fierce battles together.

“Did you know your great-grandfather was a great man and a good friend to me? But I don’t know what he would think of me at this moment, if he knew I was with his granddaughter from his line.”

I grabbed two fists full of his white shirt and started crying. “Were here.” He opened the door to a dimly lit room and walked in, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as my feet hit the floor I backed away from him. Gauging my reaction he walked around the bed, taking off his jacket. He sat down slowly like he was dealing with a frightened child. Then he patted the bed for me to come sit too.

“The more you wait the longer this will take. Come, petite amie, I promised I would not hurt you,” he assured me.

He was right. The more I stalled the longer it was going to take, damn it. So I took a deep breath and walked over to the bed. As soon as I sat down, I flung my wrist out in his direction and closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to strike. It took a couple of minutes, but then I opened my eyes to see what was going on.

An amazing smile with deep dimples and hazel green eyes that were lit with laughter. He looked down at my wrist, then back to me. “What are you doing?”

“Well, you want to drink my blood. So I thought I would give you my wrist to just get it over with,” I blushed.

What I was hoping for was that he would just bite the damn thing and get it over with, but he didn’t. Instead he took my wrist in his hand, and peeked up at me through thick lashes and kissed the tender spot. Then he slid even closer to me. “Really ma petite, do we have to be so impersonal? I can drink from anywhere, this is true, but why don’t we try the traditional way first, shall we.” He grinned pulling me into his lap; taking my and kissed the tender spot.

His lips started teasing my neck with his soft kisses. I never realized how good he smelled? He whispered words in French along my neck, and they were seductive, passionate, mesmerizing. “Can I ask you a question?” I whispered.

His lips kissed the underside of my chin, causing my head to fall back. “Oui, like I said you can ask me anything, ma belle,” he moaned softly.

I actually tilted my head to the side, giving him better access to the places I wanted him to kiss now. He chuckled, which tickled my neck, making my womanly places get very needy. I tried to talk through the lustful haze. “What does ma belle mean?” getting a little breathy.

His nose skinned along my throat. “Ah, well that means in English ‘my beautiful one,’” he whispered.

He continued his assault of my senses. When he licked the curve of my neck. “Ma belle, you already taste like heaven,” he said in a rough voice. Little pinpicks came next to the curve of my neck as he slowly sank his fangs into me. I gasped at the feel, from pain, but also in pleasure.

His honey blond hair was close, and I grabbed a fistful of it, letting the silky strands tangle with my fingers. He moaned again as he continued to drink.

I lost all sense of control. The thought of his body on top of me, in me, brought me as much pleasure as his bite. I wanted the taste of his blood on my lips as he came inside of me. Yes… I wanted to bite him, so badly!

My eyes flew open and I tried to push him away. His arms tightened around me, pinning me in place as he withdrew his fangs. His arms then went limp, letting me know I was free to go if I wished. I scrambled off his lap as soon as I turned my back to him my fingers went into my mouth, feeling for anything sharp.

With my mouth fang free, I turned to face Philip as my mind ran wild with questions. Why in the world would I want to bite someone? Did I really did want to taste his blood? Or was this what happened to everyone when bitten by a vampire? Maybe they’d turned me into some kind of sexual deviant from it.

He was still on the bed, but now he had scooted back, leaning on his elbows and looking so very sexy at me. “See, that wasn’t so bad was it? I very much liked the way you took to it, Molly. Now, come back and lie next to me.” He smiled as he patted the bed next to him.

“No, I’m not going anywhere near you.” I whispered, not wanting to take a breath, afraid of what I might do to him if I let myself go.

He sat up looking hurt. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” came that sexy French accent that was so deep, so rich, I almost went back to him from its beckoning.

The thought of him drinking my blood, the pleasure I felt, the things I wanted him to do to me… “No, you didn’t hurt me at all. In fact, I really liked the way it felt.” I let slip, and a big smile to his handsome face.

“Well I’m glad to hear that I saw you were frightened at the end,” he grinned getting up from the bed making his way towards me.

“No, stay there...” I warned, baking away.

“Chérie, you wound me. Why so cold now?” he frowned, still advancing.

My back was against the wall and Philip moved like the predator he was, sleek, slowly and strategically. He came to me, placing his arms on the wall to each side of my face, smiling down at me.

The smell of him hit me again and my mouth watered. I felt the smooth wall behind me with my palms, sinking my fingers deep into the plaster so I would not grab hold of him.

“I see the passion in your eyes, why fight me? I just wanted you to lie next to me, silly girl,” he said in a sultry voice.

“I really don’t think you understand what you’ve done to me,” I growled, trying to control myself.

“Cherie, what precisely does that mean?” He asked.

“You don’t understand just how damn good you smell, do you?” I answered with a mischievous smile, taking a deep breath.

“Mmm yes. You smell like chocolate, lavender, and sex. I want to take a taste of you, Philip,” I purred. The thought of piercing him excited me in so many ways that I shuddered.

His sexy smile faltered, and there was a new look on his face when Nicolas walked in with a tray of food. I glanced quickly at him, but Philip didn’t even acknowledge him as he tried to decipher my little word game.

I glanced quickly at Nicolas when he walked closer to me. The thought of two vampires in here with me set off another instinct: survival.

He looked between Philip and me; then put the tray down and slowly made his was over. “It looks like you backed my little kitten into a corner mate, and now she’s showing you her claws,” He said in a soft soothing voice.

The feeling of being trapped between the two was becoming overwhelming to the point of claustrophobia. My hands came quickly off the wall and I turned my body slightly to the side to get better footing for an attack.

As I glared at Philip, a movie being played very fast in my mind, I knew what to do to protect myself, it was instinct. I could see different scenarios being played where I could win if I wanted to fight; I just couldn’t slow them down to pick one out.

A menacing growl of warning came from deep within me as my lip curled up. Nicolas cleared his throat, getting Philip’s attention. “Back away from her very slowly. You could hurt her if she attacks,”

Philip eyes went wide, then me and backed away, giving me space. I crouched down, wanting them to get the hell out of here. But Nicolas stepped forward. “Molly, nobody going to hurt you, luv. Just relax.” He soothed again.

As Nicolas came closer, his scent hit me so hard it made my knees tremble. The smell of vanilla and warm maple syrup filled my nostrils. My brain went from pray to predator in an instant. My hands went to my head as the thirst raged for this new feast in front of me.

All I could think of was how to get these men naked and in me while I sank my teeth into them and drank their blood... I clutched fistfuls of my hair as my mind reeled. But my body went limp as the pain from the thirst tore through me and I fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

“It’s all right, luv. It’s all right now,” Nicolas soothed as he caught me before hitting the ground.

“Fils de pute, I swear I did not harm her! One minute she was fine, then she snapped and pushes herself off me. I thought she felt guilty for enjoying herself, but something happened, she changed. She said she wanted to taste me. At first I thought she meant it in a playful way. When I realized what she was saying, you walked in the room.” Philip growled pacing the floor.

“I’m just glad I came before she attacked you.” He answered.

Philip stopped and he whipped around in disbelief. “Could she actually harm us? I thought that she was supposed to be more human?”

“You heard Marcus, some of these woman have their makers traits. Molly is different. She might have more traits is vampire, werewolf, or elf, but only one side shows itself, never more than one side.

“I guess the thing that bothers me the most is that he already has two other brides that we didn’t know about. He didn’t find what he was looking for with them, he thinks Molly could be the one.” He murmured shaking his head.

“I thought there was nothing I could ever do again to rise God’s wrath in my life. But I believe, we’ve jus stepped over a line that mon amie.” Philip said, kneeling next to me.

I took Philips hand in mine and held it to my cheek. “Please, kill me. You don’t understand. I’m going crazy and I don’t know what to do,” I whispered.

“I got this mate. Ryklin is in the library with Marcus. We’re thinking to move her to a more secluded place. Why don’t you go join that conversation.” He offered taking my hand from Philips.

Philip nodded but stopped at the door before he left “Do you feel a uncontrollable force pulling you to her?”

“Yes, I do. I believe we all do.” Nicolas answered

“I never cared if a woman who was meant to be my food was scared of me. I am not a soft-hearted man but seeing her tremble or in pain, it brings out emotions that I thought dead in me.” He sighed, then left.

Nicolas picked me up and laid me on the bed, taking off my shoes and sitting next to me. He took all the pins out of my hair and ran his fingers through it, brushing it out. “Do you feel any better?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes...”

“Have we met before?” I asked having a sense of Deja vu.

“Why don’t you try to explain what you’re feeling. This way I can try to help.” He answer.

There was something about him that I, trusted. Maybe he would have some of the answers I needed. “I feel like I’m losing myself. There’s a tug of war going on. The Molly that I once was is losing the fight with this other form of Molly. And she is confident, self-assured, aggressive, and mean…very mean.

“I did smell blood. It was sweet and tantalizing, it made my mouth water, I wanted it. The smell of you…you smell of cinnamon, vanilla and maple, and I want you even more than the blood.” I confessed.

“Then there’s you, all of you. I don’t know you, and I should hate you all for what you’ve done to me, especially Marcus. But there’s a strong pull to be near you, to want you, to need you. I was embarrassed at how I acted with Philip, just how badly I wanted him.” I admitted, then stopped.

“Go on, Molly,”

“Well, I’ve never been with another man other than my husband,” I whispered with embarrassment.

“Are you saying you’ve only been with one man, ever?”

“Yes, Dean and I were high school sweethearts. I love Dean, he’s my soul mate. But now it seems like that life was never real. It’s like I was never really with him. He’s probably still out there looking for me, upset and hurting, and here I am willing to make love to a total stranger. Tell me, how can someone do that to someone they love?” I whispered, my hands to my face in disgusted.

“You know, I had a wife and children once,” he said. I dropped my hands and looked at him. “Don’t look so surprised. I was once a human, you know. I had a wife who loved me very much, and two strapping sons.” He pushed back some hair from my face. “I have to admit I didn’t love her like I should have. You see, I was in love with my beautiful queen, but I served her husband.

“The queen was very lonely, because her king had had many lovers. A queen was for providing heirs and not much more back then.” He glanced at me with a frown, then sighed. “You see, she chose Marcus and me for her lovers.” My mouth dropped open at that confession. “Come now, the kings have more than one mistress, does it surprise you that much that a queen would do the same?”

“No, but it did surprise me that you knew that Marcus was her lover too. Wasn’t that hard, since you were in love with her?” I asked.

He gave a small chuckle. “Yes and no. Marcus and I have been like brothers since we were born. I knew Marcus was in love with the queen. But as luck would have it she wanted me first, and I accepted her offer even though I shouldn’t have. I had a wife and children, but Marcus didn’t have any of that. But it didn’t matter to me; I couldn’t help myself.

“My wife found out about the affair. I came home from my duties as a knight to find everything torn apart in our home. She was screaming at me, asking me how she could compete with a queen. I will never forget her telling me that she knew I didn’t love her as she loved me. If I had an affair with just some woman, she could live with that. But she would never be as lovely or gracious as the queen, so what was she supposed to do?

“I have not spoken about this in eight hundred and eight years, and it is still difficult for me.” He looked into my eyes as he spoke the last part. “After she told me she would never be like the queen, she took a knife from the table. She sliced her throat before I could even stop her, it was so quick. She hit the floor before I even knew what was happening.” He closed his eyes like he was trying to stop the vision.

“Blood was everywhere. I got up and ran through the house, calling for my sons after I knew I couldn’t save her. When I made it upstairs I ran to their room. I saw their dead bodies placed neatly on their beds. She had already killed them and got them ready for burial, already knowing what was going to happen.” He reached out and caressed my face.

“So I know all about raging emotions and guilt. But let me assure you of something, luv. Unlike me, you did absolutely nothing wrong. You are now a different person and it is better to let everybody you love heal from your disappearance and move on with their lives.”

“I understand. It doesn’t help with the pain at the thought of what I’ve just lost. But thank you for sharing your story with me.” I smiled.

“Good, I’m glad to be of service,” he smiled at me, but then his expression changed. “You are so beautiful.” His fingers ran over my arm as he pulled me closer.

Beautiful blue eyes looked at me as he leaned in to kiss me. “I’m not a slut,” I whispered to him before his lips reached mine.

He paused with a frown. “Why would you think such a thing?”

“Well, I was sitting on Philip’s lap and he did kiss my neck.” I admitted as I turned away, knowing that I was beet red from embarrassment.

His fingers turned my face towards him again. How could a man be so amazingly beautiful? It’s no wonder why my great-grandmother wanted him as her lover. “Don’t worry about that, luv. We share well,” he whispered, then kissed me.

He rolled over and had me under his lean body. His kiss became demanding but I wouldn’t let him in. Then he took my bottom lip into his mouth and nipped it lightly with his teeth. I gasped at the pain, opening my mouth, and he took over.

As he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I melted. His scent permeated my brain, and his mastery of his kisses muddled my senses. When I finally let go of my inhibitions and did as he wished, he slipped his tongue in once more with such passion that my body burned for him.

He released my mouth, kissing my jaw, behind my ear, while his hand skimmed up my side until he took hold of a breast. I could feel his breath on my skin when he pulled the soft skin of my neck into his mouth, tantalizing me further. That’s where he stayed as he sucked on that one spot it until it was numb.

His hand moved the dress up out of his way, settling between my thighs. A soft kiss was placed on the numb skin, then he sank his fangs into me.

I gave a scream of pleasure when they first pieced me. I wrapped my legs around him, tightly pushing him as close as I could to my aching center. As he drank, my hands went under his shirt, feeling the thick cords of muscle that ran along his back. He moaned as I caressed his body, pushing me further to the edge.

When he’d had his fill of me, he pulled back but didn’t move. I gazed up at his beautiful face. His black hair fell forward as his eyes roamed over me. I reached up, tracing the scar that ran down the side of his throat, then the outline of his lips.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed this man, and pulled him to me to kiss him again. There was no hesitation in me when I rolled him over so I could be on top of him. I liked being in control, and that was something new for me. The hunger to be dominant grew in me, and my thirst was rampant.

As quickly as it had started, he stopped it. All of a sudden he rolled me so that he was on top and in control of me again. He took my wrists and pinned them over my head, stopping me from trying to take him.

I squirmed under his lean body. That caused his beautiful face to contort with what looked like self-control as his breathing became ragged. He looked down at me with lustful crystal-blue eyes. “I’ve reached the point where if we don’t stop now, then there is no stopping at all,” he explained in a rough voice.

The realization of what we’d be doing next, broke the lust-induced spell, and he gave a little laugh. “Just what I thought, luv. Don’t fret, we have plenty of time for you to do anything you want to me. And there are many things I most certainly want to do to you. But when I have you, I don’t want you to feel guilty about making love to me.” He growled, as he bent down and gave me one last kiss.

“Now, I think you need something to eat, and I need to compose myself. I believe a hot shower will make you feel better, and I’ll bring you some new clothes.” He chuckled as he got up from the bed.

It was much later in the night when Georgie showed back up. She waltzed into my room with her arms crossed and a question look on her face. “What happened? Marcus was extra pissy this evening.” She asked with a raised brow.

“A lot happened. Which part do you want to know about?” I

“I thought you were supposed to play ignorant about your changing. Why did you tell Marcus best friend know them know about it?”

“You heard that? Holy hell, were you listing?” I asked appalled.

“Well, I have excellent hearing so there’s that. Then who could miss all the moaning that was going on. I mean they are yummy looking but, come on girl!” She sighed,

“Oh you’re hilarious. But in truth, Georgie, I feel like I’m on PMS gone wild. And I don’t know, I feel like I’ve met Nicolas before.” I shrugged, then hopped on the dresser.

She came and sat next to me. “I understand the PMS thing. I’ve already been through all that but, ask me and not them next time. So don’t go dishing out secrets that don’t need to be told.”

“Okay, I won’t do that again. I’m sorry… Really,”

“Apology accepted. Now I want to show you something.” She said, then her arm came up and scales starting to appear on her skin. The scales were opaque, but looked more like they were submerged underneath and then floated to the surface. I reached out to touch them but hesitated. She giggled at me. “Go ahead, you can touch them.”

At first touch, they were cold, like gun metal.“Wow, they’re cold and really hard, like steel.Does it hurt when they come up through your skin like that?” I asked.

“No, when this first happened, believe it or not they itched really badly. And watch this…” I looked at her as a puff of black smoke came out her nostrils. My mouth dropped open. “Cool, huh?” she giggled.

“Yeah, that was really cool. Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

“You told me earlier that Marcus made you, too. Is that true?” I questioned.

“Yeah, the bastard made me,” she grumped, then her head quickly snapped to me. “Oh shit! Don’t tell me you’re falling for his bullshit?” she bellowed.

“No, nothing like that. But he is your ‘husband’ too, right?” She nodded her head yes. “Well, what I’m wondering is, can you smell him or his blood…and if you can, does he smell good to you?”

That got her thinking. “I think most of these monsters can smell blood. I mean I can smell it, but it doesn’t smell good to me at all. But do I smell him? No, I mean he just smells like a monster to me. Why, what do you smell?”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I got off the dresser and bit my thumbnail. “This afternoon there was a scream. I could smell blood, but there was more to then that. I could visually see how to get to it in my mind, and it smelled sweet and delicious.

“When Marcus came back to the table, though, whatever he drank from--the smell of that made me sick to my stomach,” I explained.

“Well, Marcus did get mad at me and…holy shit! You got sick from the smell of him drinking my blood. That must mean…” She pondered a moment.

“Spit it out, Georgie,” I barked.

“That means that Anna’s blood smelled good to you.” She was still in thought about what she was saying.

“That can’t be. Isn’t she like us?” I asked.

“Oh hell no, she isn’t like us. She’s one of the first experiments. She’s more creature than anything else.” She laughed.

“What the hell are you talking about, Georgie?” I asked, more confused then ever.

She sat down on the bed. “I can really explain it, but Anna isnt like us that much I know for sure. And when came up bitching to me about you, and now she has nothing… What a sob story. Then she started in on you and that you were never supposed to be here, and how she wants to get rid of you blah, blah, blah. I got pissed that I slashed her across the face, and she screamed out. That’s the blood you smelled at first.”

With a hand to her chin she said, “Huh, I wonder if you’ll drink human blood?” A thought had come to her but she wasn’t going to tell me of it, that much I could see. And honestly I didn’t think I wanted to know at the moment. She shrugged it off. “Oh well. But man, Marcus was pissed at me and the elf came upstairs he was really pissed about something, even took Marcus from the room.

“Marcus came back after a minute and yelled at Anna to take care of her face, then drank from me. I guess he thought it would be some kind of punishment. Which, his mouth anywhere near me is a punishment!”

Her mind trailed off again. “So you can’t stand the smell of my blood. I guess that’s good, I won’t have to worry about you drinking from me,”

I sank to the floor when I realized what I was. “Lovely. So I’m a vampire. You know I thought that might be it, but I just didn’t want it to be true. I really have no desire to go around biting people’s necks. So what’s the next step?” I asked running my hands over my face.

She lay on her stomach and kicked her legs back and forth like a child. “Hmmm… well, I just got in touch with my contacts. They’re making plans as we speak. I’m still thinking two weeks. until then, just play it cool... and keep your mouth shut about your changing. There’s one more thing that I want to warn you about.”

“What?”

“Marcus, I’ve never seen him act this way before. You’re different to him. I’m not sure why yet, but you are. He wants to taste you and I wouldn't be surprised if he wants more. Just prepare yourself." He’s actually going to want more than a taste, Molly.” she chirped with a wink.

My hands dropped to the floor. "Holy shit Georgie, you don't get it. They smelled so delicious! I swear there’s so much going on in my mind--I really think I’m going crazy. But I will never let a man do what the big man did to me again! I would rather him kill me.” I hissed.

“I understand, my experience with these monsters hasn't been the best either. I'll see if we can get out of here sooner rather then later." She thought.

“Oh, that reminds me. Nicolas said something about them moving me out of here. I’m not sure why, or what’s going on. But it sounded soon.”

Georgie jumped up from the bed and went for the door. "Shoot! I have to go... things just got messy and we've defiantly have to get our butt's out of here!"

"George, what the hell?"

“Look, I don’t want to frighten you but, just be ready to deal with Marcus."

"Well I should be fine during the day. But some things are true about what we’ve read or heard about vampires. They do like the night better than the day, but they can be up during the day and they can also go out in the sun. Just so you know."

"What, wait. Look just explain somethings to me before you take off."

She stopped and her hand went under her chin as she thought. “Well, their eyes are very sensitive to the bright light and they burn easily in full sun. But they don’t explode into a fireball like we all wish they would.” She giggled, and then sighed. “They are predators, so when they’re changed they get enhanced; well, that’s what I call it anyway, both mentally and physically. This draws the humans to them.

“Also some do have a certain ability that puts them at the top of the so-called food chain. But one thing is true, and that’s about their fangs. They have some kind of bacteria that works on the skin, so when they pull their fangs from the skin it closes the puncture wounds. But there’s more than that; the same bacteria that closes the wounds works another way.

“When vampire fangs first enter you, the bacteria goes into the bloodstream and gets absorbed through the skin; this gives you the feeling of pleasure. Just like when they first bite you, your fear of what was happening is wiped away by the feeling of pleasure.

“But we’re not human any more. We can take that bacteria and somehow dissipate it if we want to. If he does come to you, you could think of your family, how much you hate him, crap, you can even think of your dog, just have your mind set on something. I can’t promise you that it will definitely work. But it works for me, so maybe it will work for you too.” She told me.

"Okay, that helps." I nodded, thinking about what she's said.

"Good, now let me tell our people to get us out of here ASAP. Oh, and Molly, I don’t want to be alone anymore. And I don’t want to live like this either. Being three men’s fuck toy is no life, and now that my life is a lot longer it makes it all that much more depressing. You know, when I said we were cousins I was telling the truth. We share the same grandmother, generations back, Eleanor of Aquitaine is my great-grandmother, too. Just promise you won’t leave me here all alone." She murmured.

"Georgie, I'm not going anywhere without you, I promise. Now, got talk to whoever you need to talk to get us out of here." I smiled.

She nodded with a wide smile and shut the door behind her. But left me with a shit load of questions rolling around in my head.

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