Weaving Dreams pt 4 (Dream)

[Taylani]

Time Stamp 92 Fall 513 (Dream)

Taylani’s dreams have always been very vivid, from the outright nightmares to the sweetest of dreams. Her time in Endrykas had not changed that, if anything it has given her mind more and more to compute and worry over in her sleep. Things that she has stopped herself from even thinking on in a bid to keep her sanity, have started to dance in her sleep.

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Taylani murmurs a soft sound from between her lips, even as her body arcs upward into a hardened body that covered hers. She couldn't see who it was, she couldn't see anything due to an opaqueness that covered her vision. All she knew was she felt right, felt complete, and never wanted to be anything else. Her body yearned for more, and her mind succumbed though there was a little piece in the back screaming against the pleasure, against the sense of rightness. Against the idea that she was receiving intense physical pleasure from someone she couldn't see, didn't know.

Hands move at first gently over her body, stroking and coaxing, never pushing her past her comfort zone at first. Then suddenly the hands become more insistent, more demanding, raking over her body now rather then gliding gently. Nails drag across her pale skin, scraping and reddening but never breaking the delicate surface, and still her heat warmed and her heart beat faster. Fingers pinched and gouged instead of caressed, and her own body began to feel more battered yet still her lips cried out for more even as her mind was becoming frantic in its fear. Desperation filled her even as her body succumbed over and over to the mystery man on top of her, holding her down.

Then a hand curled around her slender throat, squeezing slowly, so slowly that at first she didn't realize that he was cutting off her breath until she tired to inhale and couldn't. Her hands came up to try and force his hand from her throat but to no avail, and even though she struggled beneath him the man continued to batter and abuse her body as if her struggles were nothing. Through it all though was the pleasure, the pleasure that tormented her night and day during the early weeks of her captivity and seemed to be magnified here. When he spoke his voice was familiar, though the common he spoke was again unaccented and perfectly clear to her panicked ears.

"You see Tay? You want this. This is what you want. It has always been what you wanted even when you couldn't admit it." Her lips part to deny him, but with no breath she could not form the words, and her blue eyes glaze with the pleasure that he forces from her. " I could take your life from you right now, and the last thought you would have is that you want more. I could have you begging me to take your life too if I wanted. You are mine Tay, and you will always be mine no matter how much you refuse."

The hands finally left her throat and breath enters her lungs in a rush, leaving her voice little more then a ragged hoarse tone as she screams...

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"Never!" The words woke Taylani, and she shot up to a sitting position, her chest heaving gently...Realizing it was a dream..though her body ached deliciously as it does after a night of pleasure.

[Taylani]

Falling back to sleep was no easy feat, for she strove to put as much distance between her and the man within the bedroll as she could. Chills took her body, sending shivers through her that had nothing to do with the temperature in the air. Yet fall asleep she did, almost fearfully letting go of the last hold of conscious to sink below the surface of a dream.

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It was a stage. It was always a stage, didn't matter what city she was in, Taylani was always on stage and nothing else. Her body was still toned and firmed though she was reaching middle years, her hair still red but lightening to gray in many areas. However it was smoothly pulled back into a bun that was perfectly situated on the crown of her head. She had nothing but her body, her dance, and her stage. Husbands were tossed aside for her dream, there was once a child long ago when she had been kidnapped but that child did not survive. She chose to think of more pleasant things then on what could have been.

So each night saw her either on stage dancing for crowds, tickets earning cities like Syliras and Riverfall a windfall of Miza from taxes or traveling to another city for more shows. Yet they were always there, in the wings of the stage, in the back of the caravans, in the corner of her sleeping chambers. She could not shake them, no matter how far she ran, nor could she shake the aching loneliness that they represented. The hole where her heart would have been had she not sacrificed everything, including the life of an unborn child, for the stage. This was her penance for that selfish act, a life that resembled her dreams and hopes, but was empty and cold.

For always in the wings, waiting for her notice were faint apparitions, of three children a girl and two boys, and a man who might once have been their father. Waiting for her each night as she laid her head down to sleep in her empty bed chamber was the translucent figures of a family that almost was. She had been a horrible mother, for choosing to take her happiness over that of the life of her child. Even though the child was a product of rape, and a symbol of her own torment, Taylani had lived a life of despair and remorse. Outwardly she smiled, and showed a well traveled content spirit, but inwardly..there was nothing but cold stone hiding the ball of regret, remorse, and sorrow.

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There was no dramatic awakening from this dream. Instead Taylani's blue eyes open, tears falling from the corner of her eyes. Her hands rose to splay over her belly and she allowed the guilt for what she had threatened, and what she had almost did flow through her. Never would she let any harm come to this child..not by her own hand or by anyone elses.