<strong>Serrienne with the Dark One, in his bed chamber</strong><br/><br/>Serrienne was trembling hard as they walked through the castle, heading to the Dark One's chambers.  She was feeling sick, so afraid of what was to happen to her.  The doors loomed huge in front of her.  Every step drew them closer to him, to her doom.  She tried to pull back but a sharp tug on the chain kept her moving.  She was trying not to whimper.  She wasn't going to be pathetic, but she was so very scared of what await her.  Who waited beyond those great doors.<br/><br/>They opened as if on their own, and Serrienne gulped down her fear.  She had to be strong, she had to stand tall against the demon.  When she saw him lounging on the bed the reality of the situation struck her and she pulled on the chain, her eyes wide with fear.  Then he was in front of her, having moved so fast she was quite breathless.  When he cupped her chin her skin seemed to shrink away from his touch, but she couldn't get away from him, he held her gently but in an iron grip.  His eyes burnt red and she shuddered, she was so cold, so afraid, but there was still a glimmer of defiance in her gaze.<br/><br/>She clenched her fists, the steward was gone, had he given his Master the key to her chastity, or had he left them alone.  A sudden hope flared in her and she smirked, “I am known as Serrienne” she said, her voice had an exotic accent.  “And I will never desire anything from you” she hissed, using the fear to give her strength.  She was not about to beg for him not to hurt her, she was stronger than that.<br/><br/>“I will not be some little whore you take to your bed” she told him, her face showing her determination whilst inside a little voice screamed at her to behave....<br/>