She remained unconsiousness, slipping into the dark world of her own raging thoughts of what had happened. She couldnt feel the slippery strong hands of the naga lifting her up when her power word shield was broken by his brute force. Her long flowing strawberry hair flowed along with the wind, sticking onto his slimey scales as she got lifted up in his arms. Her soft white dress being lift up slightly by the salty breeze licking on her body.<i>What had happened, and where will he take her?</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>