Condeming One’s Soul. -solo-

[sweet.seduction.]

All the fight that Leila had previously had dissolved, her body would have fallen to the floor had it not been for Ranja holding her up. Her head lulled, slowly it swayed back and forth. Her silvery white locks became a curtain that shielded her face from others.

Small sobs shook her body, Ranja’s grip tightened around her slender waist. “Straighten up,” the prince hissed in her ear. With what strength Leila had left she tossed her head back with all her might. The base of her skull connected with the Prince’s nose. This assault took him by surprise as he shouted out in pain. Ranja released her and covered his now broken, bloody nose.

She dropped to the floor before she pushed herself off all fours. Leila sprinted as fast as she could, her hands flung out in front of her the linens in the room wrapped around the king and his sons. She threw herself at the King, their bodies connected and they fell to the floor.

A shred of her dress snaked itself around the King’s throat. Slowly it constricted his airway as she twirled her fingers around and around in a slow circular motion. At first Ragnar’s face held amusement but the more she allowed the fabric to squeeze the amusement fell from his face. For a brief moment the mighty King looked scared, his eyes bulged out slightly with fear.

It was Radanon that broke free first, his hand gripped her hair and heaved her off his father. Her body collided with the granite floor. The air forced out of her lungs as she squirmed and tried to force air in and out.

An almost animalist sound came from the second eldest Prince, it was something between a grunt and a growl. Leila coughed and sputtered as she pulled herself to be on all fours. It was a big mistake as it gave Radanon the opening he needed. His foot connected with her stomach as she wheezed.

Her small frame rolled over itself a few times as she was certain a rib or two was splintered. Raspy breaths were forced from Leila as she groaned, small cries each time she breathed. In, and out in and out. It may hurt like a son of a bitch but breathe. She chanted in her mind.

She curled into the fetal position, Radanon stalked towards her. Slowly he circled her like the beast he was. “Radanon, stop.” King Ragnar barked roughly.

“By the way she is breathing father it sounds like she may have a cracked rib or something,” Ranja simply stated as he stood up straight brushing off his clothes.

“I hear that my son,” the King smiled as he made his way towards Leila, her heart beat in her ears.

Her ragged breathing quickened with each step he took towards her. In one swift movement he gripped her by her hair and hauled her up right. Her feet dangled merely inches of the floor. A cry of pain was caught in her throat, a strangle gurgling sound came from her instead. Leila could hear her father hollering at the king, oddly he sounded farther away than he actually was.

“Try that again and I will skin your father alive,” Ragnar spat at her. Just as quickly he dropped her to the floor. This time when she hit the floor she felt her skull bounce of the hard, cold granite Stone. Black spots danced in her vision before everything went