The light of the full moon changes the world into a thousand shades of gray. The rain swollen river roars near by. Crickets and frogs serenade the entwined couple.
Silvered skin feels the cool air only as an after thought. She whimpers beneath her lover's touch, aching with need. Looking into moonlit eyes she sees that the sweet torment has only just begun.
Growling her frustration to her lover's amusement. Wanting she reaches, her hands are trapped and kept from their desire. Warm breath sends shivers over her cool skin. Gasping at the touch of a hot tongue, strong hands teasing and comforting, frustrating and soothing, tugging and pushing at her. She hears the husky whisper in her ear, Let yourself go. Let me hear that I please you."
Writhing she arches her body, wanting....demanding. At last she shudders, screaming into her lover's shoulder. Her lover shudders seconds later, collapsing beside her. they lay still panting and dazed. Unaware of the shadows that move closer.
Gentle fingers trace lazy patterns on her over heated skin. Soft lips place light kisses on her face and throat. "You are my life."Smiling she gazes into her lovers eyes and whispers "You are my soul. She is pulled into a tight embrace. Her mouth is claimed in a slow, demanding kiss.
A soft thudding sound, her lover's body collapses. Hands grab her pulling her away. Male voices drown out the chorus of crickets. She screams as the moonlight reveals the horror of her soulmate being struck again and again.
Reaching out trying to touch the still body of her beloved, she is thrown to the ground. Hands wrench her limbs apart, as she tosses her body about desperate to be rid of the hateful weight. The first smells of sweat and ale, driving into her without mercy. Striking her when she screams.
Then pain blossoms and expands. Soon she lays still looking at her life-mate. Her tears flow unchecked on to the hard earth. The same thirsty earth that drinks greedily of her beloved's blood. Her limp body is moved and position time and again. Till each has tired of their sport.
They grab the blanket and wrap it around her. Ropes threaten to strangle her with each movement. She is placed in front of a man on a horse. The dawn shows her the broken form of her lover crumpled upon the ground. She watches as they ride away till it fades into the distance. The ride is long and she is the only entertainment. Poor sport as that she never struggles or cries again. Soon they lose interest in her.
She never knew when she was tossed upon the table. A gift for the Queen. She no longer saw. She no longer felt. She no longer heard. Curled up with in her mind. Safe within her lover's arms.
She comes to the Queen an empty shell......
