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Descent into Hell

Heaven

The music wafted through the house, drawing the servants irresistably to the music room. They gathered, just out of sight, watching the beautiful creature at the piano, his hands carressing the keys, and the young woman, watching him. She was a little restless tonight, joyful, and the butler stepped forward and bowed to her, before holding out his hand and drawing her into a dance.

Vittorio watched them, the old man and the young woman, in perfect rhythym to his hands on the keys, and the passion of his ward made his hands move a little faster, the music more beautiful, as he watched her grow into herself: an amazing young woman, at his tutelage.

Hours passed, and eventually Gwynefar, tired from the exercise retired to her room. Just before dawn, he slipped in and looked at her, lying gracefully sprawled in her bed, her breathing soft and steady, and he retired to his room for his own rest.

Late afternoon

Gwynefar had woken late. She hurried through her tasks, and returned from the book seller her brother had sent her to to collect some things for him. It was still daylight, and as she approached the estate through the wooded copse on the each of the town, she was surprised as someone grabbed her and threw a sack over her head. The parcels she was carrying dropped to the ground, and then a bitter smell reached her nose through the hemp bag, and the world went dark. Dimmly she felt her hands bound behind her back, lifted off the ground and thrown over a horse.

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She awoke on a stone floor.

She heard a voice speak in Turkish, and then she was dragged to her feet, and the bag over her head was removed. She stood in a stone room, very little decoration, with two men holding her in front of a third. His face made her heart go cold, and the scent of fear bloomed off her skin. He spoke to one of the men, and the men ripped at her clothes, stripping her naked before him, holding her firmly. Shaking, trying to get free, their hands tightened, holding her arms away from her body, so he could see her clearly.

The man stepped close to her, inhaled the scent, and ran his hands over her skin, like a buyer inspecting a horse. There was no way of getting away from the cold creepy touch on her skin, this predator who loomed over her. He examined her mercilessly, not unlike a doctor, touching her breasts, examining the space between her legs, and then finally he finished and stood before her.

She was shaking in their gasp, and he brought his face close to her, and said in English "You are mine.Now there is one final examination to undertake. You will submit." He took out a fine thin blade, and brought it to the skin of her breast, and gently pressed, the razor sharp knife parting the skin and flesh, as she began to scream. The blood welled to the surface, and he raised a finger to the wound and pressed so the edges of it parted and finger slipped inside the cut. She was screaming, weeping, as the blood welled around his finger and down her breast, and then he took it out and licked it clean, smiling at the taste. She began to struggle with panic, desperate to get away any way she could, and then as he sent the two men away, she ran for the door, her blood running down her skin.

It only took a second to catch her, her warm flesh trapped beneath his cold dead body. Pinning her to the ground, he fed from the bleeding wound till she fainted.

She woke naked, on the floor of a cell with a pile of straw in one corner. She was covered in blood from the cut on her breast.

Shaking, she curled up in a corner, and began to pray to her Angel to find her.