Mikhail led Fisraee to his room, and ordered his puppet to lay down. He took off his suit jacket, and sat on the bed. He tuned in to the magic of the ring, and listened to the jumbled up voices inside, all worrying what he would do.<br/>"Don't worry, my pets. I have no need for sexual pleasure. The pleasure of torment is enough. Besides what fun would have when your body wouldn't squirm and struggle?" He laughed manically and layed down to rest.<br/><br/>______________<br/><br/>Fisraee layed curled up on the floor, half asleep as Firrae stood in a corner watching.  Her plan rolled through her head many times.<br/>" I have to do it. I have to."<br/>All signs of Vira were gone. She was slowly merging with Fisraee, where soon she would no longer exist.<br/>"And I have to stop it."<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Vashen, I'm using the last of my power to send this. The wedding starts tomorrow in the morning. The ring on our hand is the key to breaking the spell. Pull it before we leave the bridal room. You have to. We have to save Fisraee and Vira. Good Luck</span>