Shivers and chills wracked Bekah's body and she squirmed on the floor, trying to lash out at something above her, someone who knew her name, but wasn't really there. What was going on! She wanted Kurt! But...who was Kurt? Everything felt so confusing and her senses were on overload as she convulsed on the hardwood floor. She let out a frustrated sound and kicked up, realizing there was no resistance this time. Not questioning it, nor the chill that came over her body she flipped onto her hands and knees and flew to her feet, starting to run again, through the house.<br/><br/><em>Out, out out out out</em>she kept chanting the word over and over again in her head, as if by some will if she said it the right amount of times she really could get out, could be free. The hall ended up in another hallway and she took off down the left side of it, heading toward the door at the end, hoping it would lead out of the hell house she had found herself trapped in, her ears twitching to catch sounds. Her tail was raised, flicking through the air as she moved and absently she realized it helped her with her balance. For a dancer she had always been graceful, but now she had a feline grace that no one she had ever seen matched. A wonder about how well she could dance in this 'form' came ot her mind and she dismissed it ruthlessly.<br/><br/>This was a dream, it would be over soon.<br/><br/>She tugged open the door at the end of the hallway, it opened to reveal a opulently arranged bedroom, some sort of guest room, all in shades of red and amber. She moved through it, toward the door on the far end, hearing sounds on the other side. She tugged that open as well, only to see the ballroom in front of her eyes again. With a whimpering mewl she sank down to her knees and started crying, beyond frustration and overloaded with fear.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He seemed so sure of himself, somehow she knew this was different from normal, had she met this pirate captain before? Maybe, she wasn't sure. Regardless she was not amused as he forced her back with his hand and the sword pressed against her neck. Her teal eyes gleamed with her anger as her silver aura flickered around her like a dangerous thing. She could blast him, turn him into a tree or a stag, she could...but for some reason she didn't. Even as she felt the bark of one of her trees press into the softness of her skin through her thin dress. Somehow it felt like a dream, to be suddenly helpless before a man, where before she had always been in charge, always been the one to say how and when things happened.<br/><br/>He was treating her like a normal woman. Why was that so odd? So exciting? Shouldn't she only want to be treated as a Goddess? Worshiped and obeyed?<br/><br/>Diana felt her throat work at the press of his arousal against her thigh, so thinly clad in the silk of her moonlight gown. She squirmed back against the tree, the rough scrape of the bark against her skin as he pressed into her only highligthing that she couldn't get away from him. "You think I...." her words cut off as he leaned in and took her lips in a kiss that overwhelmed every thought and protest.