The cold was all Dora could feel. The cold of the air around her exposed, almost naked body, the cold metal of the hand cuffs around her wrists and the cold stare of Arthur looking down on her.
Dora shivered slightly, reminding herself not to struggle, not to give him the pleasure.
Dora could barely remember how she had ended up here. An image of her lover, beautiful Barbara, tears making her brown eyes seem so bright, shoving a pendant necklace into Dora's hands. Then Barbara was gone. Gone where? Somehow, in the dark days that had followed, Dora had taken the pendant into her chest, into her heart. How could Dora have known it was stolen? She hand't known anything except that her world had been turned upside down.
A small smile played on Erik's lips as he stretched his body, lithe and muscled over her, dragging his tongue along her neck.
"You are mine Dora."
These were words Dora had heard in a thousand day dreams. Yet she was so cold and the dream wasn't turning out as she had before imagined it would.
"I will break your heart and have my soul back, little one." Erik said.
Hi bit her hard on her lower lip.
Dora went to speak but he placed a finger to her lips.
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