Solo At Journey's End, We Finish This (Mature)

[Kyra]

Timestamp: 80th of Winter 512 AV

From the moment that she entered her room, the kelvic knew that something was wrong. Her senses went off, pupils dilating to the point where her normally golden eyes appeared completely black. Her heart skipped a beat, then suddenly spurred into a rapid pace and what little color she had faded from her skin. The girl clinched her fists tightly, fangs appearing as she hissed. There was someone in her home..

She could see him, eyes just able to make out his form from the shadows that he attempted to hide in. Kyra didn't wait, nor did she ask any questions. The kelvic dashed forward, jumping up onto the bed then leaping across to pounce on the man. The momentum of the jump and her weight sent them back against the table, where the figured struggled to keep himself standing. Kyra struck at him with her fists, catching his head and jaw with each successfully.

The figure's head rocked from her punches, and as his arm raised again, coming up and around, Kyra caught sight of a glint of metal coming towards her. She quickly pushed her feet into his gut and pushed off him just before his blade could reach her. She landed on the bed, knees turned in to steady her balance as she reached for her dagger. The shadowy figure didn't give her a chance however, and rushed towards the bed swinging his blade at her, causing Kyra to turned her body and cartwheel off the bed where she stumbled onto the floor.

The figure then, raced around the bed, hoping to catch the girl before she could fully gain her balance again. Luckily she saw him coming and grabbed the chair closest to her and swung it as hard as she could against him. The chair shattered on impact causing the man to stumble backwards and down to one knee. kyra dashed towards him and forced him down on his back. Reaching to her hip, Kyra pulled her dagger free and raised her arm. "Rhysol take you." she whispered, a sinister flame glowing in her eyes as she stabbed at him.

The man reached up to block her arm and was able to steer the dagger away and to his shoulder. He hissed as the blade pierced his skin and reached up with his other hand and pulling the girl closer by her hair and slamming his head into hers. Kyra released the dagger and fell backwards onto the floor in a daze. Sitting up, the man pulled the dagger from his shoulder and with malicious intent, crawled on top of the girl and brought the dagger down towards her head.

Kyra caught sight of the blade just in time and turned her head away as the blade stabbed into the floor. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the man's hand as he tried to pull the dagger free and lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his arm. The man grunted in pain as she squeezed and twisted his arm uncomfortably, causing him to release his grip on the dagger. She squeezed his arm tighter, twisting his wrist with her hands as hard as she could.

[Kyra]

The mystery fighter grunted and cursed under his breath and attempted to drag the girl across the floor in order to free his arm. But Kyra held on tightly and even wrapped her legs around his arm tighter hoping to break it. A sudden rush of adrenaline rose into the man's slightly muscular body and he leaned closer to her, breathing deeply before grabbing a hold of her clothing at the hip and using it to help him as he slowly stood up with the girl still attached to his arm. If he could get back to his feet, he could easily drive the girl into the floor and stump on her.

Realizing what was about to happen, Kyra released her grip on the man's arm just as he stood up. The kelvic stumbled backwards and against the bed where the man quickly grabbed her cloak and used it to draw her in as he brought his knee up. The girl countered, raising her own knee to knock against his. The man was surprised by the move and turned his arm in and smacking the kelvic across her face hard enough to send her tumbling over the bed and onto the floor. Kyra hit the ground hard, her brain rattled from the force of the fighter's blow.

He felt pride in his strength, a smirk rising upon his dry lips as he stumped around to the other side of the bed to finish her off. A confused and irritated look twisted his features when he realized that the girl wasn't where he thought she'd be. Kyra had rolled under the bed, and was watching him. The kelvic slowly moved to the other side where she found her dagger on the floor where he had dropped it. She reached out, nimble fingers silently curling around the handle as she pulled it in.

The fighter realized where she had escaped to, and moved to the bed and leaned down placing his hands under the frame as he attempted to toss the whole thing over. Kyra scrambled towards him, extending her arm from under the bed and bringing the dagger horizontally against the back of his ankle in a sweeping motion. He cried out, instantly releasing his grip on the frame of the bed and found himself tumbled backwards. The fighter hissed in pain, the deep crimson pouring from the gash in his ankle. Still, he was on his feet, and using his other leg to hold most of his weight.

By the time he had righted himself and looked up, Kyra had crawled from under the bed and was already in mid flight. Again she used the bed, jumping across it and twisting her hips while bringing her boots together so that they both slammed into his chest at the same time. With the injury to his leg, the man wasn't able to move in time and took the full blow that sent him off his feet and into the wall with a loud thud.

The man slid down the wall grunting in pain as he felt the loose tenants in his leg twist and jerk around. Kyra also landed hard, her palms down and out, long legs spread to catch herself as she landed. She glared at the man who had started to push himself up to his knees and hissed at him. The fighter wasn't done as of yet, but neither was Kyra. The kelvic pushed herself up and swung her leg around as her as she could where it connected with his head, causing it to twist violently before he fell limp on the floor.

[Kyra]

His name was Jolan, a low level thug from nowhere. He was a sword for hire, though he passed himself off as a fierce mercenary, and took every job that he could get no matter how dirty. Jolan was also a thief and was known to steal from the very people that hired him. The mercenary had just returned a day ago from a job and after taking his pay had stolen a key from the man who hired him. It was a new low for him, and he figured that he could find valuables inside the man's home and take that as well.

It was a flawless plan he thought, but he had been mistaken. The man who had hired him was just as much of a thief as he was. The key that the mercenary stole didn't belong to him, but to a former partner of his who he had slain seasons ago. Jolan had no idea who's home he was entering, not that it would have stopped him. But the truth, he learned soon enough. He awoke almost a bell later from an odd thumping sound. Jolan slowly opened his eyes to fight the dim lights almost too strong for his eyes and the sharp headache that followed.

Jolan lifted his head and blinked uneasily from his spotted vision, as he searched for the sound of the thumping. His mind was still blank, and he was yet to remember where he was or what he had been doing before he passed out. Finally the spots disappeared and his vision cleared up just as he caught sight of a dagger bouncing off the wall. He watched curiously at first, unsure of what he had just seen, only for a second dagger to wisp by and slam into the wall then tumble onto the floor beside the other. Jolen shook his head a bit, still trying to come to grips with what was happening.

That's when he saw her, the small frame of a young woman moved into his line of sight. She stepped forward, and collected the pair of daggers from the floor. The mercenary's eyes wandered over her, taking in the dark leather boots that wrapped around the length of her calves, covering part of the leather pants that she wore which were cut low at the hips, and leaving plenty of room for her midriff to show from the helm of her corset. The mercenary couldn't make out her face however, the long blondish locks rolled over her shoulders and down her arms, as she leaned over and covered most of her head.

Again his shook his head, as if trying to force his mind to right itself and collect his lost memories. He looked on in a dazed state as the girl returned to where she had been standing. She slipped a dagger into her belt and raised the other in her hand and threw it at the wall. Another loud thump echoed off the walls similar to the ones that he had heard before. The girl then reached for the second dagger and tossed it against the wall as she had done the others. Both daggers slammed into the wall awkwardly before falling to the ground.

She returned to the wall and collected the daggers again and headed back to where she stood before. Jolan was still in a daze and was just now coming out of it, and that's when he saw them. Those golden eyes, eyes that burned like flames, the same eyes of the woman who's home he had broken into. Jolan suddenly tried to moved, and was surprised to find his limbs unmovable. He glanced down in horror to find his arms and legs tied together with rope and string. The pain in his leg had dulled, and the wound was bound by some type of cloth tightly wrapped around it.

He freaked, struggling and bouncing about against the floor where he sat, trying to force his body free of the ropes. Kyra turned towards him then, just now realizing that he was awake. With a dagger in hand, the girl raised her arm and threw the weapon at him, the handle of the blade striking against the man's head rather violently, and causing his head to pound even more. He grunted loudly from the pain and glared up at the girl as she came closer. Kyra slowly walked over to him, and kneeled beside him. "I see you're finally awake. Now..let's have a chat, shall we?"

[Kyra]

Once she had knocked the thief out, Kyra scurried over and checked his pockets for anything she might be able to use. Sadly he didn't have much on him, but she did find several pieces of gold mizas and a key. It was the same key that he had stolen from his last employer and used to enter her home. She didn't find anything of note about the key, but for some reason she decided to use it on her door and found that it did fit and could unlock it.This simple discovery changed things to a degree and she now had a line of questions to ask.

The young kelvic also recalled the deep wound that she had inflected on the man's leg which was still bleeding out. The girl knew nothing of treating wounds, but she knew enough to find a way to stop the bleeding if she wanted the man alive long enough to question him. Kyra took up her dagger again and carved a skinny strip from her bed sheet to use to tie off his leg. Kneeling by his leg, she slipped the cloth around the area were the blood poured from and tied it off as tightly as she could. Within in a moment the sheet was soaked, causing her to end up going back twice to collect more fabric, before the heavy bleeding stopped.

The kelvic wasn't a doctor and she wasn't even sure if the job would hold and keep the man alive, but she had to try. It was possible that he was just a common thief, but after finding a key to her room in his pocket, the likelihood of that being true was quickly fading away. She moved away from him then, deciding not to attempt to wake him just yet. Instead, she took up both daggers, slipped them into her belt and stood up. Kyra turned towards the wall where she imagined a target painted onto the wall in front of her.

Lifting a single dagger from her belt, the girl turned the weapon into her palm and then launched it at the wall. The dagger landed sideways with a thump, before falling away to the floor below. She then pulled the second dagger free and tossed it at her envisioned target also. This time the dagger landed horizontally with the blade end facing upward. She was a bit disappointed that neither stuck into the wall, but she continued to practice.

Thump..

Thump..

Soon her concentration was interrupted by the awakening moans of the would-be thief. Kyra turned to him and lightly stepped closer and kneeled at his side. The man's eyes were wide as they stared at her, sweat poured down his face and back, while a sudden twitch seemed to numb in his leg. Kyra glanced down at the wounded leg then looked back into his eyes. There was fear in them, an emotion she had come to know well for many reasons.

She didn't speak at her and simply started at him, before finally lifting the key from her pocket and dangling it in front of his face. "Where did you get this?" she asked simply. He didn't answer, and at first his glare seemed to speak volumes about what he wanted to say. However, the thief decided not to out right anger the girl further, and instead lied. "I don't know what you're talking about alright. That ain't mine."

Kyra tilted her head a bit, golden eyes staring into him, as if searching his soul. "You are lying..and you're not very good at it. I found this in your pocket, where did you get it?" she finished by lightly slapping the key against his forehead. "I told you already, that ain't mine. You wanna know how I got in here? I used a pick see? I don't have no keys."

She watched him for a moment without replying. The girl knew that he was lying and asking him nicely wasn't working. She had a thought then, as she remembered the book that she bought in Syliras where she had read about hypnotism. It was all still so new to her, but she figured that she could try it and see if it would work. The kelvic quieted her mind, bringing herself to a peaceful calm as she allowed the djed in her body to ripple over her and settled around her eyes, and mouth. She opened her eyes, parting her lips and speaking in a soothing tone.

"Where did you get the key? It's okay, you can tell me."

An innocent smile rose across her full lips as she daintily moved a bit closer, even allowing her arm to brush against his cold thigh. "You can't be happy doing this..not if you have to steal from someone like me. I can help you...Your leg must hurt so much, I can get you to a doctor. But first I need to know..where did you get that key?"

[Kyra]

The would-be thief stared at Kyra strangely, wondering why she was looking at him so intensely, and why her voice had changed. Still he didn't answer and started to struggle in his bonds again and try to free himself. He was alone in this venture, and his former employer surely wouldn't help him given the fact that he had stolen from him. The man became furious, gnashing his teeth and jerking his arms around as he attempted to loosen the ropes around his wrists and free his hands.

Kyra reached out, her small dainty hand lightly pressing against his combined fist. The young kelvic crawled a bit closer and lifted herself up so that she could settle on top of his legs. She balanced herself so that she wasn't sitting on him, and raised herself up to reach out and place her hands on the sides of his face. There was a gentleness in her gaze, her features soft and inviting, and even her hands as they cupped his cheeks.

"Don't struggle, stop it. You've worked so hard, it's time to let go don't you think? Relax, your fight is over now, it's over. Tell me...tell me who gave this key to you and you can take whatever coin they have. You need coin don't you..That is why you came here. Help me, and I shall help you.."

He stared into her eyes, listened and followed her voice. There was something there, something that called to him, and stirred within him, almost as if they were his own words and feelings. However the voice wasn't strong enough and he quickly jerked his head away as he spat. "Petch off girl!"

Kyra sighed, and relaxed herself, allowing the flow of djed to dissipate and return inside her. She had failed and learned nothing from the man. It appeared that she needed more work and time to study this technique. Suddenly she raised her gaze back to him, a much more wicked look rising in her eyes as she smiled at him. The man found himself frozen in her stare, caught by the animistic gaze of the predator. The girl didn't speak, but in one swift movement, she released him and dropped her body down upon his injured leg.

The thief cried out in pain, raising his shaking hands to reach out towards her and the leg that she sat on. Kyra stared at him curiously, she could only imagine how much it hurt. Again she lifted herself up and dropped down on his leg causing him to howl in pain. Kyra giggled, a low purring sound mixing in with her laughter and echoing off the walls. "Tell me, who gave you the key?" she asked again in a more firm voice.

But the man didn't answer, and continued to writhe about, and grunting at the pain in his leg. She shifted her weight a bit, keeping his leg pinned down while allowing more room for her own to swing up and smash into his nose. Again and again she jammed her boot onto his face until there was a soft cracking sound, and blood begun to pour from his mangled features. "Stop..stop..I'll tell you." he finally cried out.

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Kyra stopped as he requested but she remained seated on his injured leg. The man's face looked a mess, and he found himself spitting his loose teeth from his mouth. The young kelvic narrowed her eyes as she watched him, waiting for an answer from him. "His name is Sulla" The man finally said, barely raising his gaze to meet hers. Kyra listened closely, and lifted herself off his leg to allow him a break. "Do you know him well?" she asked in a firm tone.

"Nah, just some guy I did a job for, never met him until last season." His words were strained and she could hear signs of his pain each time he spoke. The man continued to hiss and breathe deeply, as if he was trying to mentally push the pain away while idly staring at Kyra. "Where can I find him, what does he look like?" she asked next trying to hurry him along. If the man was still in the city then she needed to find him quickly before he had the chance to leave again. But the bandit was getting tired of talking to her and he could feel the wound on his leg reopen and bleed again. All he wanted was to get out.

"I don't know and I don't care. I told you what you wanted to know. Now free me!" He yelled as he glared hard at her. Kyra instantly dropped back down onto his leg, then lifted her own, placing the heel of her boot against his throat. "What does he look like, and where can I find him?" he asked again while applying pressure against his neck.

"Ack! H-He's at the brothel in the Dark Delights. He was there went I took the key from him. You'll know him when you see him. He's got his hair shaved on both sides, wear's ear rings and has a dark beard." Finally she had a full lead and knew where to go and who to look for. Kyra moved her boot way then used the dagger to cut the ropes from his legs followed by his wrists. Standing up, the young kelvic slipped away to the darkened corner of her room.

"You wanna find him, go for it. He's not there alone, he never is..Good luck with..." the thief paused then, his already pale features turning white as he watched the girl reappear with a short bow raised with the arrow pointed at him. "H-Hey!" The man yelled as he stumbled to his feet while holding out an arm in front of him. "I told you what you wanted to know!"

Kyra smiled slyly as she watched him from behind the arrow. "You did...So I'll tell you what. If you can make it to that door before I shoot, then you're free." The look in his eyes were of pure shock, and after hissing from the pain, he hobbled towards the door as fast as he could. It was a sad sight, but one that he had brought on himself. Kyra had no mercy from him and fired. The arrow blasted across the room slamming into the back of his head where it continued to dig a path that led out of his head and into her door.

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It wasn't a perfect shot, but it was more than accurate enough to get the job done. With her bow placed back in the corner where she had it before, Kyra moved across the floor where she found herself at work trying to pry the arrow out of the wall so that she could move the body. The young kelvic ended up breaking the stem off at the back, then moving in front of the body and shoving it backwards. Once the thief was down, Kyra dragged him back across the floor and did her best to stuff him under her bed. She wasn't concerned with the smell as it started to rot, or anyone finding him. By the time that was possible, she would be long gone. Her plan was to take care of the business that she returned for, then retreat back to her room for the rest of her items and take off.

She sat down on her bed, her gaze wandering off and looking upon nothing in particular. Kyra now found herself with the task of how to go about entering and finding the murderer. She knew of the place that the bandit had spoke of, and she knew what went on inside. The girl had no way of knowing exactly, but she imagined going in fully armed would attract attention to herself, the wrong type of attention. So it would appear that she would have to come up with another plan, and quickly. The thief hadn't said how long the man would stay, and she had already lost time while talking to him.

Almost a bell later Kyra entered the Plaza of Dark Delights, and found her way to the House of Immortal Pleasures. The young kelvic entered the establishment dressed in her red cloak and the hood draped over her head. There was a heat on the inside, a scents burning of sweet but unnatural smells. Kyra stepped further inside and found a well dressed man close to the entrance which she assumed was the coat checker. She removed her hood, allowing her long blondish hair to fall free and nestle in the opening of the lowered hood. Sparing a second glance at the man, she removed her cloak revealing the outfit below, or rather the lack of.

A light blue silk corset hugged her frame, cupping and lifting her breasts together so firmly to appear brazenly exposed. The panties and stalking that she wore clung to her flesh and were of the same color and only set off by the black heels that she wore. Kyra received glances, nods, and whistles of approval, but she paid them no attention. She was there for one man only. She moved through the entrance then and headed towards the common room. The outside didn't do the place justice, as the look and feel of the place was more inviting and friendly, which was the opposite of what anyone from the outside would think.

Kyra walked with a purpose, her normal elegant strides held true even in the heels that she wore. She looked around the room ignoring the sounds of pleasure that leaked through from the other rooms as she looked for her mark. It didn't take her long to find him, a man with a strangely shaved head wasn't easy to miss. He was seated alone and it appeared that he was having trouble finding a companion, or that he hadn't found one that he liked. Either way, she had found him. Kyra sauntered over towards him and stopped a few steps away.

"Would you like a friend for the evening?"

She gently wrapped her arms across her chest and hugged her shoulders as she started to sway them. Lifting her hands up, she fluffed out her hair and wiggled her hips about. It wasn't the best dancing in the place for sure, but she didn't need to, she only needed to get his attention. It worked, and much like others, he had noticed her from the moment she walked through the door. His eyes moved over her, tracing her feminine frame and ogling the parts of her that he was most attracted to. The man licked hips, imagining plowing away at her and leaving her a mess of twitching flesh when he was finally done with her.

He stood up, taking her into his arms as he began to fondle her. The man took many liberties with the young kelvic, groping her as he pleased as if testing the worth of what he might purchase. Kyra wasn't sure of how the trade worked and she didn't care. She only wanted to get him alone where she could kill him. The man continued to look her over with his eyes and hands before he decided to speak. "They say that good things come to those who wait..I guess my wait has been rewarded....and Nicely" He finished by rubbing his fingers against the flesh between her thighs. She groaned uncomfortably, but she didn't turn away, the prey was almost hooked."Shall we move to a more private setting?" she asked in a low voice. He nodded, suggestively gripping his need for her before slipping his arm around her hip and leading the kelvic behind the purple curtains to find a room.

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Kyra walked arm-in-arm with the man as they ascended the staircase and went up to the top floor. He held her close, often nuzzling her neck and planting kisses there with his hand around her hips. He didn't ask her name, he didn't care, the man was only interested in her body and the pleasure that he could achieve from it. The young kelvic beside him that he continued to grope possessively, wasn't the least bit interested in talking to him at all. She was there for only one reason and that was to end his life. She did fine it different that he didn't smell of ale and stink like most thugs she had faced, and besides his strange hair, his features weren't all that rough.

The man led her into a room so that they could be alone. It was dimly lit on the inside with lanterns positioned on either side of the bed to house the room in the right lighting for romance moods. The bed was large, big enough to fit up to four people for group activities, and the bedding itself was blush but firm to handle many uses. There were also scented candles burning to drown out the smell of musk and keep to the erotic atmosphere.

Once they were inside, the man didn't wait a second roughly pushing his toy against the wall and kissing her. His kisses were sloppy and forceful, his hands pressed against her body hard and squeezed her sensitive flesh aggressively. Kyra followed his lips, allowing him to kiss her and letting his hands roam free and inside her garments. Her own hands begin to move about, sliding down the length of his back and curling her small fingers around the handle of the dagger sheathed on his belt. She pushed herself closer into his arms, holding him tightly with her free arm as he planted kisses against her neck, and she slowly removed his dagger with the other hand.

With the dagger free, she slipped her arm behind her back, and moved her other hand to press against his chest as she started to push him backwards. He smiled, but it was obvious that he wasn't done exploring her just yet. But he complied and slowly walked backwards towards the bed. When his legs met with the wooden frame of the large bed, she pushed him again to lay him flat on the bed. There was a hungry look in his eyes, a craving of lust and pleasure he had for the young kelvic.

"Now...just relax." she said in a hushed tone.

It was time now, after all of the searching, waiting and traveling, she was finally about to take revenge against the man who stole everything from her. He had it coming as all destroyers did and she was ready to show him in kind from the pain that he had caused. He wanted pleasure, he wanted to feel ecstasy? Kyra would give him that, she would give him as much as he could take and then send his soul screaming into the depths of the void. Slowly she moved the blade from behind her back and raised it over her head as she glared down at him, a viscous fire burning in the coils of her golden embers.

"For Marcelo..."

[Kyra]

The man was beside himself in shock and fright, not for a moment had he expected the woman to be an assassin. In his time he had angered more than a few people and stolen countless items, but he never thought that he had angered someone with the funds to pay for an assassin. His mind raced now, wondering who he had angered to such a degree that they'd pay to have him killed. His mind raged with confusion and with death handing just over his head it was hard for him to think straight or even move.

"This is for everything, all the pain and death that you have caused. For this..you deserve nothing less than death yourself." Kyra hissed as she reached forward to hold him tightly around his neck.

Suddenly, the door flung open, and two men rushed in towards the bed side. Kyra quickly spun around, swinging the dagger in an arch where it connected into one man's shoulder. He gnashed his teeth and stumbled back as the other moved to the girl's side and tried to scoop her from the bed. Kyra squirmed and bucked about, until she could turn her body and rammed her fist into his jaw. The frighten, pig of a man that had laid frozen on the bed, finally pulled himself together and grabbed the girl's arms and pulled her back onto the bed.

Kyra snarled and squirmed around more, tucking her head into her chest for a tick, before slamming it back into the man's face. The blow made him dizzy, causing him to release her and grab his nose. Turning herself into his lap, Kyra raised the dagger again to strike at him when both men recovered from her attack and tackled her onto the bed. She grunted and hissed as she tried to fight them off, but it was no use. With all three men fighting to pin her down, the girl had no where to go.

"Enough, enough, that's enough of all this." a rough voice called from the doorway.

Kyra glanced up to see an elderly man standing in the doorway. His clothing looked expensive, though nothing flashy or over the top. She stared hard at the man trying to recall if she had spotted him on her way in. Something was up, some how they knew what she was planning. His face was unfamiliar and even his voice didn't sound like one she'd heard before. "Release me at once, or I shall kill the lot of you!" she raged and squirmed about more.

"You don't remember me, do you girl? Well...I remember you, those years ago following behind Marcelo with not a care in the world. Would you believe that Marcelo didn't even like kelvics? No, it wasn't until I told him how useful they could be that he decided to get one for himself."

"Lies, you mock me!" Kyra yelled and thrashed against the bed harder. She didn't understand exactly what was happening, but this man knew Marcelo, he knew her and it was in that instant that she realized the truth."..You killed him.."

He didn't answer her act first, instead he stood there in silence, thinking to himself before finally speaking again. "Yes..I did kill him. Marcelo never did have a bright future, oh he was good at what he did. But..not good enough, not enough to pay me what he owed me. Not a good business man period. You know I tried to help him, offered him a deal. I would erase all the dept that he owed me if he simply gave me one thing..you."

"Marcelo freed me from that life, I am no one's property. I belong to me." Again she started to squirm around, looking for any stance, any moment where she could brake free of their grasp. "I'll kill you..monster!"

He laughed then, a short chuckle falling away into silence while he thought of what else he wanted to say. "No, you won't girl. Don't you understand? This...all this has been a trap. I know of everything that goes on in this city, and there you were going around digging up the past and asking all these questions. But now it's all over...you should have been mine Kyra, I would have taken good care of you, but that was then and now..I will do what Marcelo should have. I'm going to sell you off and make back the money that he owed me." With a nod of his head, one of the men slammed the handle of his blade into the back of the young kelvic's head and knocked her out.

[Kyra]

Kyra awoke with a dull headache, her vision in a fog, and her mind blank. It had been sometime since she had been knocked out and taken captive, and even harder to say where she had been taken. The young kelvic laid still, her body numb, almost as if her soul had been separated from her body. It took ticks more before her mind took a firm grip of reality and she was slammed back into the real world by a warm, rank breath against her cheek.

The hawk-haired fellow just couldn't get enough. After seeing her, touching her, and tasting her, he couldn't get enough. Even though she had attempted to kill him, to erase him from the face of the world, he still wanted her. As far as he was concerned, he deserved to have her, he deserved to right to teach her a lesson before she was carted off and sold to the highest bidder. He demanded this, needed to show her who was in charge, and make her pay for embarrassing him. He went against orders, taking the girl from the cage that she was in and bringing her to a bed where he could really go at her.

Without moving, and her senses returning to her, Kyra could feel her arms above her head, and her wrists bound together, and held securely by the headboard. The room was cool, the air kissing at her flesh and alerting her to the fact that she had been stripped of what little clothing she had on before. The room was dimly lit, but Kyra could see him clearly enough and feel his lips against her neck. He continued to plant kisses against her body as he moved downward. He enjoyed her scent, her taste, burring his face into her chest and allowing his tongue to lap at the sensitive flesh there.

Her body jumped from the sensation, but the girl didn't make a sound. She watched him closely, her body fully relaxed against the bedding, now tightening and completely awake. Golden embers poured into him, threatening to rip him part with their fiery gaze. She could feel her temperature rising, the rush of adrenaline roaring through her body as every tick passed. He kissed her stomach, making a trail down her abs and stopping to poke his tongue into her navel. Kyra bit her lower lip, her fingers curling tightly into her fists as she helplessly watched him explore her body. The man planted more hungry kisses on her body and continued to move downward, his hands caressing her hips and moving to her thighs as he pushed her legs open.

A soft whimper escaped the girl's lips as she anticipated what was to come. The man glanced up after hearing her and smiled. He could see the light from the lantern reflected in her eyes, turning the golden orbs into coals of red fire. She was an exotic breed, but that only made him want her more. The young kelvic waited with bated breath, her body so tense that she would shiver with his slightest touch. She watched as he spread her legs open and dove between them to devour her.

He wanted her...and he would have her.

Suddenly Kyra arched her back, and bucked her hips as she wrapped her legs around his neck. She squeezed hard, clinching the muscles in her thighs as tightly as she could around his neck. The man grunted, jumped, and gasped for breath and he tried to pry himself free from her grip. It had been a mistake earlier when he first brought her in and stripped her of her clothing, for him to do the same. He was trapped on the bed now, locked in Kyra's clutches and with nothing to fight her off. She grunted and twisted about on the bed, each time the man attempted to overpower her, or pulled himself away, she thrashed herself against the bed and rolled her hips to regain control.

It was a slow process and one that was tiring her out quickly. He coughed and choked hard, saliva splattering onto her inner thighs as he arched and twisted his neck to try and catch a breath. It was no use and even when he rammed his fist into her ribs causing her to cry out, Kyra still held on. Finally once he had tired himself out and the lack of oxygen to his brain took hold, the man collapsed onto the bed unconscious.