<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5a9j56Smy1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olaana Noemi<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong><del>Elizabeth's</del>Lawrence's Talent<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Beast Master<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Storage cart<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Work Clothing: Without the Hat (http://www.polyvore.com/olaana/set?id=50421277)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lawrence<br/><hr/><br/>When she departed from the dining cart earlier, Olaana retreated to the sanctuary that only her animals could provide. It was easy to maintain an expressionless face in front of the others, but now alone, the façade was cracking under the heavy weight of her emotions. She was as wounded, shattered, and completely broken. The emotional upheaval was not lost to the animals around her as she went through her tasks. Even though they were wild, their connection with their beast master made the connection strong between them.<br/><br/>It seemed as if they all knew she mourned a great loss. A loss that was never hers to begin with. After feeding and tending to the elephants and horses, she retreated to the holding area of the great cats. It was here she remained with the lions. The risk of being there in such a situation was a huge risk and gamble. The scent of tears still on her ace could indicate weakness. The knowledge was not lost on her, but she had no one else on the train to turn to for some small measure of comfort. Erin was likely in the same state as her after things went dreadfully wrong this morning. Kep and Chloe likely hated her guts. She would never cry in front of Elizabeth since the woman would likely take pleasure in each salty tear. The twins were entirely too wrapped up in themselves for Olaana’s tastes. Then there was Lawrence. She wanted to go to him, but fierce pride dictated otherwise. No, he was back where he belonged in the circus. Soon enough, he would ascend the ranks from mere act to partner of Elizabeth and ringmaster.<br/><br/>A soft whimper escaped her lips as she gave way to sobs that wracked her form. Her eyes closed as she curled up in a fetal ball. Here in the midst of danger the lions provided, she was safe. She was not sure how much time passed as he cried on and off throughout the day until her eyes were puffy and nose dripped snot. It was only due to the growing activity of felines around her did she realize that the day had passed and transformed into night. The boundaries were clear with her animals as the lions became restless. It was time for her to leave.<br/><br/>With a quiet sigh, she rubbed heads with those lions willing to do the parting gesture with her before stepping out of their territory. There was no doubt on her mind that a shower was needed since her skin smelled heavily of feline, sweat, and hard work. The train rocked gently with the likeness of a mother’s arms with a baby. Still, her hands reached to the walls to steady herself. It did not take long for her to reach the next cart as a tired yawn escaped her lips. Her eyes blinked as she still then tried to see in the dim light. “Cheap bastards,” she whispered calmly due to the lack of light. Olaana took another step into the room with intents to cross but the sound of something caused her to turn sharply to the left.<br/><br/>Her insides chilled as she thought it was some henchman hired by Elizabeth to eliminate an unnecessary distraction. She lifted her arms to cover her face instinctively, but it did not help. A gasp could be heard in the silence of the cart as a hand closed around her throat. Of course, she fought back after getting over the initial surprise of the attack. Another gasp escaped her lips as she twisted and tried to breathe, completely unaware of who assaulted her in the darkness. Then a smell drifted under her nose as she paused in the struggles for a brief second. Lawrence. Her dark brown eye squinted with loathing and betrayal as her efforts to be released revived themselves. Blood was drawn under her nails as he tried to wrap her hands around his neck to steal the life from him. A frustrated scream echoed as he pinned up her arms. With those out of commission, Olaana tried to knee him in the balls.<br/><br/>His words caressed over her ears as she stared daggers up at him. Now what? Her eyebrows furrowed together in complete confusion at his words. He was speaking pure nonsense. She turned her face away from his to prevent herself from doing something a ridiculous as crying in front of him. It was obvious he was here as a man and not a lover. Still, she was not sure what to expect from him. Until, he moved. “No, Lawrence,” she rasped quietly while attempting to close her legs to him. Fear tainted her tone as she tried to wriggle away from him. The last thing she wanted was sex. He did not seem to hear her or merely chose to ignore it. “Stop,” she pleaded to him but it was not in the mood to listen. Olaana pressed her legs together tightly to try and stop him until her hands were freed. Instantly, she whipped one to slap him across the face then tried to push him off her. “Fuck you,” she hissed venomously as her hands beat at his chest. She yelped in pain as the panties were tore away. Dear god, he’s really going to do this. Fear assailed her as she blinked back tears.<br/><br/><em>You are mine.</em>“No, I’m not,” she protested as a flash of hurt shone in her brown eyes. Disgust mixed with love as he forced himself on her body. A whimper full of pain preluded tears as they ran down her face when his hand rammed painfully inside of her. Her distress grew with each second as she groaned at his touch but not with pleasure. “Stop,” she repeated the useless word. Instead of helping, it allowed Lawrence to force his fingers into her mouth. She gagged as her eyes widened before a coughing fit started afterwards.<br/><br/>Then the fingers switched.  The ones between her thighs left, and the ones that had been in her mouth lowered on her pussy.  He didn’t intend upon pleasing her, as he simply shoved his fingers in and out of her.  Every thrust was left with an impact as he wrapped his other hand around her throat, and began to choke her.  He smiled to her and gave her one final warning. “If you mark me, I will mark you the same way.  So be carefully with how you fight back.  You’re not supposed to like this.  I will.” His fingers inside of her curled, and as they slid out he left his fingernails dragging against her insides.<br/><br/>She loved a monster.<br/><br/>It was then she realized that he was raping her because of what happened this morning. Pure displeasure caused her to look away from him. The sight of Lawrence right now repulsed her. She would rather have such a memory with a stranger. Anyone but him. It did nothing but solidify her thoughts of him. What did he expect her to do? Just sit there and let him do it. There did not appear to be much choice in the matter. No matter how hard she struggled, his grip remained true. Suddenly, she became completely still under him with only the sound of her attempting to breath. It was clear that she would let him do what he wanted.