Firrae couldn't do much. He had her pinned to the bed. He roughly played with her breasts, gaining a series of moans and sighs from her. His had stopped kissing her, moving to her neck. She never imagined him so...rough. A lone, dark memory rose from the depths of her mind, and she cringed. She could feel the disgusting pigs hands on her, the beaten and raped form of her mother, passed out on the floor. And then there was her dad. As she thought about it, fear gripped her and the urge to cry came.<br/><br/>"Vashen...I dont think i can do this." She gritted her teeth as he roughly pressed on one of her breasts.<br/><br/><br/>_________________<br/><br/>Vira turned to her mom, smiling.<br/><br/>"It's ok mom. Vashen just..gets mad sometimes. Is there a place we can rest? Im still rather exhausted, and im sure Vashen should get some too." she smiled up at him, sliding her hand into his. Her mother led them to a room, having one of the servants fetch an old cradle from the old nursery. When they wrre finally left alone, Vira placed Jake in the small bed, and went and sat on the other one. She looked at Vashen, gesturing him to sit next to her.<br/><br/>"You ok?"