BABA!!!!!! where are you ,we need to escape. All I see is smoke and flames, where is my father I need him he is my everything. All I feel is heat,my clothes are covered in sut and ash.

" SON where are you ZUMA!!!!!!! I am so hot Zuma why couldn't you save me why did I have to die. ZUMA ZUMA ZUMA!"

"ZUMA wake the hell up right this instant" 

When I wake up my father is no where to be seen instead it is my captor that is calling my name.How dare he after he burned my kingdom to the ground call my name as my father once did. How dare he stand in the ashes of my fathers legacy,my legacy,my home,my life,muy everything. How dare he touch my skin. How dare he take my hand in marrage after what he has done to me ,my people. How dare he ask for my love. NEVER he will Never have it. As I look at his faced it is shining bright with pride and triumph. I hate bolstinians,you say no and them and they burn everything you once knew. My father refused to give their son my hand in marriage instead of my sisters and they launch an ambush and burn my home to the ground along with my sister and my father. At least I still have my sanity ,but fdor how long is what I am unsure of. 

"What do you want Alastor, what more could you want ,what more do you desire to take?"

My eyes are tear filled as I ask these questions,i am weak I am drained. His soilders held me back while I watched my own home burn hearing the screams and cries of all those who they trapped inside.I heard everyones sorrows and pain except my fathers.The last thing he said to me was "Stay strong my son you can face the fire head on". If only I knew that the flames weren't going to be figurative. I am sorry father but I am too weak I have shed so many tears I have hicked and punched these guards to let me go but they wouldn't budge, I would have rathered die with you than to be stuck here without you. Stuck here with this man. As I sit here on the ground covered in ashes I feel pair of peircing eyes wondering over my body. It was Alastor's eyes. I am in my night wear that were once white that clashed with my long silky hair that fell to my hips. They are now grey and burnt,my hair isn't shining and my eyes are puffy and full of pain and hatred. What was he looking for on my clothes,a sign of defeat , a sign of happiness well I am sorry to disappoint him because he will finds neighter. I stop looking into the ashes and look into his eyes,his firey red eyes with a dash of orange.

"Come with me meirva lets get you cleaned up"

MIERVA, MIERVA MIERVA !!!!!!!! I am not his mierva. Mierva is a bolstinian word that means ,my bride or my love. This bastard.

"I am not your mierva and I never will be."

" Whatever calms your fire,you will belong to me soon enough"

I shoot him a look that could kill,i wish it did. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up and started dragging me off into the woods. Where is he taking me,is it to kill me probably not but i'll let myself believe in the thought. He finally released me and I knew where I was. This was the river I used to play in as a child.

"Get it you are covered in ash,and we have a long journey ahead of us."

Well at least they didn't destroy this last memory. This might be the last time I get to play in here. Why is he watching me did he expect me to just strip in front of him. 

"What about my clothes I cant just  bathe then dress in my dirty clothes again."

"I have clothes with me, we will burn those as well when you are clean and we get back to camp."

"No you wont be burning these aren't you satisfied with the distruction already,i would like to keep them"

"It will be burnt that is final."

I am not going to win this battle and I know it. Well before they burn it I am going to cut off a piece to keep it would have been the hast thing my father touched.

"Fine please turn around  I am going to wash now"

"I will do no such thing,i will see your body eventually."

Bastard,perverted bastard. I wont let him get the best of me. He tosses me a bar of soap and I jump into the river fully clothed. He sets my clothes on a rck on the bank and watches we with an iron gaze. Once in the water and my body is hidden from his eyes I take off the clothes and put them on the bank and started to wash myself. I start with my hair. I wish to see it shine again,as I sud it up and scrub I remember when I as younger and my father would help me to brush my hair and to comb it. I dip my head into the water and wash away the dirt and the tears. My hair shines once again as it did those many years ago. As I look at it floating in the water like a black curtain I remember how much it resembled my fathers hair,long beautiful and graceful. I start scrubbing my body harder than needed trying to wash away the sorrow I feel. Looking at my hands I remember my sister. She wasn't  the nicest person or the smartest but she had her kind moments. I remember the time when one of the servants go a nasty cut and she helped her even thought her hands came back bloody.I helped he wash the blood from her beautiful healthy nail's. As I look up his eyes still watch me as if I had offended him, quite frankly I don't care it is my body no his and no one has ever seen me undressed since the age I could dress myself. I grabbed the towel from off the rock and wrapped it around my body while my waist was still covered by the cool water. Alastor's eyes were still watching me. He really intended to watch me the entire time. I stepped into my trousers and pulled them up while still covered by the towel. I pulled my shirt over my head and  began to put on the rest of the clothes set for me. The trousers and shirt were meant to keep me warm while the rest of the clothes were meant to show status. I was now wearing a beautiful heavy velvet coat lined with gold flowers. It was absolutely too big for me and reached my hips while the cover up that went over the trousers like a skirt. It was   black but the perfect size.They had two calf high slits up the sides allowing movement. 

" Are you ready to go now take what you must but hurry I want to burn those clothes and leave,all your jewelry is in tact and your clothes we took them before starting the fire. they are aleready where they need to be now come"

I ripped the sleeve off of my shirt and tucked it under my shirt when he was distracted by a bunny on the other side of the river then handed him the rest of my clothes in a bundle. He took them quickly and then took me by the hand. Again pulling back through the way we came we found ourselves in what is left of the main court yard. There was a don fire in the middle of the yard where my mothers beautiful roses once grew. God I hated that woman but father praised and worshipped her. He swiftly tossed my clothes into the fire without even looking where they landed. He pulled me into a carriage and we were off. I didn't look back,what was there to look back at.My home as gone ,my family ,my everything.  I was pulled out of my thoughts when Alastor suddenly pulled a piece of rope attached to the floor and the carriage floor rose making it leveled with the seat. It was now mid day but after such a horrible night. I kept to the opposite side of the carriage, I wanted him to always be in my eye site. I couldn't turn my back on him who knows what would happen. He sat there examining me as if disecting me with his eyes to see what I am made of. Without warning he just starts smiling.

" Stop shooting dagars at me with those beautiful amethysts. Come here let me comfort you."

" Id rather stay over here where I am safe, after all you did kill my family and burn my home to the ground."

His face still wore a smile as he slid over to my side. Had he not heard what I just said,did it bring him joy. Just like that he started rubbing my thigh with his thumb. I gave him a hard stare and tried to brush his thumb away. He refused and pushed me over onto my back and pinned my hands down. He was much bigger than me.He as muscular while I was leen, his face was muscular while mine was slender and more feminine. He held both my hands above my head with one of his hands while his other romed under my under my pants. He began to caress my rear and to lean closer to me ,his lips were only inches from mine.

"Zuma you have no idea how long I have wanted you,wanted your mind wanted to own you wanted to touch you. Your father denied me that and instead offered me your sister. She doesn't have your brains, your looks,your heart."

His hand have stopped its exploration and now caresses my face. When I look into his eyes all I remember is the fire but I also see a drop of heart in them.But only a drop maybe a shimmer or a glimmer. He releases my hand and gets off of me.

"Take off your coat we are going to play a board game."

I was surprised at him after saying all of that he just completely changed his mood.I took off my coat and slipped the sleeve of what was left of my night gown into the waste band of my trousers. He pulled out a game called Mancala. It is a simple game and easy to strategize.

"Hey bright eyes over here lets make this game a little more interesting. Each time I win I claim a part of your body. If you win I will take you anywhere you want to go. There will be four games. Your body will be split into four sections, legs,torso,arms,and head, and also where ever I pick you can't resist because I will own that section. Understood,and you can pick any four places in your kingdom. Understood."

"Yes I understand lets play shall we"  

I was determined to win this game there was one place a really needed to go. I am terrified. He had so many colorful pebbles in his cup than I did. I am going to loose. For the first time in my life I wish my mother was here she always knew a way to cheat in games. Within ten minutes I have lost. As he packed up the game I felt trapped ,like a caged bird.Where will he choose.All of a sudden I hear the pebbles stop rolling,when I look up he is looking at me.

"Its a long journey how about we do another game"

"Ok sure I am determine on winning"

We began another game and I was thrilled until twenty minutes later when I lost again, at least I lasted longer than last time.Damn me it has been years since I have played this with my father.Looking for a suiter for my sister had become quite time consuming and he no longer had time for me and was often too tired. He packed the pebbles up quickly and had a smirk on his face. Dear lord help me.His serious face while playing had completely disappeared. He put his hand to his chin and started to scan my body. Feeling self conscious I wrap my hands around my torso,now I miss the coverage of the jacket.

"Hmm I choose your head and our torso."

Damn me I was hoping he didn't pick my torso though I should be grateful he didn't pick my legs.That would give him access to my rear and privates. While I was in my thoughts he once again pushed me onto my back and all i can do is lay there. He quickly pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my long hair back from my neck. He immediately starts to nip at my neck then sucking at it. This hurts I feel like he is leaving bruises. He moves from my neck and starts kissing my smoothe jaw line. His kisses are so hot , they are heavy wet and hungry. He stops kissing me and just looks at me. I cant look him in the eye instead I am looking at the wall of the carriage. I feel him raking his large hands through my hair. out of the blue he hulled me into his lap , held me by the chin and kissed me. I had never kissed someone before and when I felt my lips part and his tongue enter I didn't know what to do. When I didn't react he retracted his tongue and punishingly nipped my lip. He bit hard enough to break the skin and I tasted  my own blood. He once again slid his tongue into my mouth ignoring the metallic taste of blood and kissed harder. I didn't want to be nipped again so I grew a pair and curled my tongue around his. He chuckled and once again had his free hand up my shirt roaming my chest. I want to die I don't want to be with this man I want my father I want my Baba. He would protect me he would hold me ank keep me safe and warm,he wpould never hurt me. this man sasys he l;oves me yet he sheds my blood. He finally releases my chin and now just stares at me. I am exhausted and drained. I have been violated,i have heard cries and screams and oddly managed to walk.I need sleep I need m,y father,but he is gone now and he isn't coming back.

" I have something for you,since you have played my game and behaved."

He got up reached into his bag and pulled out a ring not just any ring,it was my fathers jade ring I had admired as a child. How did he get it he never takes it off,he wouldn't even let me touch it . He placed it into the palm of my hand and stretched out his legs on the other side of the carriage just observing me. I was so close to crying right then and there. It was warm and smoothe. He must have taken this off of his dead body he would never give this up willingly.

"He gave that to me to give to you before I killed him. I believe his words were along the lines of let him have something of mine if he is to survive"

Without saying a word and making a sound tears came out of my eyes like two streams.What more could I do, what more could I say. I had just kissed the man who killed my father,my everything. I slid the ring onto my finger and feel warmth rap around me,he is still here with me. 

" Take off your robe its ate you need your rest"

I obediently shed the piece of cloth that covered my trousers ,put my night clothes sleeve In its folds and set it aside. I slid off my shoes and rest them next to my clothes. he pulls out a blanket from a small cabinet near the door. I lay down facing the carriage wall closest to the rear. I felt a heavy blanket and a strong arm wrap around me. I could feel his bare chest through the back of my shirt and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I feel his large hand travel up and don my spine then finally rest at my hip. 

"Take this off as well I want to feel you."

This bastard, I sit up and quickly take off the shirt then dove under the covers.He didn't get a chance to see e and that's how I plan to keep it. I hear him growling behind me.I guess he was expecting a show , well not today or any other day. He scoots closer to me under the blanket and pulls me in closer,so close that I can feel his crotch on my rear. he starts kissing my already bruised shoulder and rubbing my sensitive chest. He started to trail his kisses up the back of my neck while moving my long hair out of the way. I feel bruises forming and his hand that once roamed my chest now was turning my shoulder. I was now facing him looking into those eyes. He pushed me onto my back and started sucking on my nipples. Imagine what he is going to do to me if he won all of me, I would be screwed. Why does everything he does to me leave a bruise. My entire upper body is covered in bruises and my lip is bleeding ,to think he calls this love.