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containing a substance I have no desire to learn about.
    As they crudely gorge themselves the queen stands and gravitates in our direction. She disturbingly lingers over the women, inhaling their scents, licking the malodorous expellment from their lips. My knees buckle beneath me as I begin to sway, warning myself that if I pass out I could be next on the menu.
    The leader’s weighing gaze confirms my thoughts. I seal my eyes shut, hoping, no ... Praying this is some horrific nightmare and once I reopen my eyes I’ll be home, curled inside my own bed in a cold sweat from this vision of hell. I slowly open my eyes to find her, the queen posed before me.
    Her visage h angs gruesomely close to my own, claws expand out and clutch my sore, distended jaw. Forcing my mouth open she sweeps inward oddly sniffing my breath, pressure from her needle-pointed nails embed deeply into my flesh.
    Releasing her probing grapnel of a hold I can sense through her milk-like eyes a slow and painful death-wish. Talons swirl sleekly caressing my face. “Tangible you are, yes that you are.” She hisses as her body strays away, but her voice stays hidden deep within my mind.  
    Before she enters the threshold of the room, she throws a command out that detonates the warlords into action , “Sirius, it is time to claim your property, remember what one must do, in order for it to survive.”
    The leader which now I understand holds a name, sta nds, and stalks over to me. My horror-stuck expression upon my face never distracts Sirius as he ensnares a possessive grip on my upper arm. Renouncing screams infest the corridors as one by one we are taken. 
     

Chapter Five
     
    Possession
     
     
    Alone and unprotected, Sirius’s predatorial stare tracks my every move as I scramble back from him on the elongated stone slab. His ample hands brace around each column which bounds the limestone I have been deposited onto. He questions me while watching my body coil back from him, “Do you fear me, Selene ?”
    Words grind through my turbulent mind, but only a g aping, frightened weep escapes my mouth. One stout hand embraces my ankle and drags me closer to him; strenuously I try to resist him. Battling with the last resources I have, punching his hardened steel-like chest, clawing, lashing despondently at him.
    Sirius, the lord of all warlords, quickly proclaims his summoning over me, raiding my body as if a depraving beast hungered for a vital sustenance. Fixating my burning, watery eyes away from him, he breaths out with a heavy penetrating tone, “Do not fear me.”
    I turn my head away and silently watch the shadows suspend in the corners of the dark and dismal chamber. His paramounting possessive form stretches across my own, shards of my self-preservation are now unguarded and raw. Distant desiring images of Rayden revolve over in my thoughts, clicking through like a loaded gun, until I disengage myself. He was my life, my lover, my world, but no longer because now I’m only an empty shell.
     
     
    Days fill with Sirius and hi s repetitive appetite for sexual transgressions, and each day he commands the human slaves to bring in fresh meat to us. “Selene, you will need to eat,” he declares shoving the layered flesh in front of my paling face.
    Drearily, I push the foul heinous atrocity away and refuse, “I can’t,” I swallow a knot of disgust down. “I won’t eat that. Can I just have some more water?” A displeasing sound rumbles from within him as he passes a wooden bowl of brackish water over to me. My thirst overrides me and I guzzle down every last relishing drop, with a tight-fist not truly willing to release the bowl, I grudgingly hand it back to him.
     
     
    The days pass and one tedious day after another I follow their routines without words. Even though questions rise and fall from my lips I never voice them. Sirius orders the meek slave women to come scour me and shroud my spiritless body in gold. I now bear the five