Keira's heart pounded in her chest, blood rushing to her ears like a tidal wave. It was him, she knew it. He was here to save her. "But is it too late..." Keira's eyes flitted up to Cyril and absently took a few steps back. She had to fight, even if her body still ached, she could not let this monster have her. She will not be part of his maddening fantasy. "Th-there is a commotion, love," she stammered, "shouldn't you check to see if everything is all right?"
Cyril shook his head and blinked a few times for clarity. He listened for the sounds of clashing swords and boisterous cries. He quickly became rigid and looked towards the door. "We must flee. I cannot let them have you." He turned his eyes to Keira and his eyes softened for a millisecond. "We will not be separated again, I promise you." He traced his fingers against her jaw line as his eyes strayed to her lips.
Keira couldn't believe him! Here they are, being attacked, and he was still possessed with lust! Her breath hitched when he cupped her jaw. Cyril smiled wickedly as he took her loss of breath as a sign of excitement. He leaned towards her, their faces getting closer. His lips brushed against hers and she couldn't take it anymore. Adrenaline rushed through her veins and she kneed him in the groin and pushed away from him as much as she could. As he stumbled back in surprise, she took the opportunity to leap for the door.
She swung the door open and was about to step out when she let out a cry. Cyril had recovered from his state and had a strong grip on her hair, yanking her back into the room. She whimpered and held onto the door frame and pulled herself to the doorway despite the burning, prickling sensation she felt on her scalp. "AMBROSE!!!" She yelped out for him. Her body wasn't strong enough, still traumatized from her previous battles. She knew she could not win. She could not submit to him, no matter the cost.
Keira twisted her head around and bit into Cyril's flesh until he hollered and released her hair from his vice grip. She sprinted out the door and made twists and turns, following the chaos of steel upon steel. 'Ambrose,' she spoke through her mind, prying for his attention. 'Ambrose, where are you?'
"Kari! You will come to me! Now!"
Keira's eyes widened as she rounded the corner. Cyril was running after her. She pushed her legs to move faster, her lungs to be more steady. 'AMBROSE!' A fleeting thought passed her mind on how shocked she was, never in her life did she imagine to be asking for someone's help. She always took care of herself, and Sylvia of course. Now here she is, crying out for a man she never thought possible would ever care for her. Did he care? She did not know, how could she, she's never had to deal with the trials of being with a man before.
A feeling of relief came over her as an invisible thread tugged her to Ambrose's presence. She could feel him near. 'Almost there.' She stopped in front of a massive door, she could hear the battles being fought just behind it. She tried to push through it but it wouldn't budge. Tears stung her eyes, she was so close to him, so close.
"Kari," a low growl came from behind her.
She reared about to see an enraged Cyril blocking the hallway she just came from. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She skimmed the room quickly before chastising herself for not surveying the room before. The hallway he stood in was the only way out besides the door before her that was locked from the outside. She pressed her sweaty palms to her sides. 'Come on, Keira, think!' Her eyes settled on a glass window not far from where she stood. 'Yes!' She spotted a small stool and ran after it.
"Kari, stop!" Cyril advanced toward her but she was focused. She had to escape. Keira grabbed hold of the stool and threw it at the window with all her might, causing it to shatter. She then grabbed a candelabra and flung it at Cyril and raced to the now broken window and climbed over it, ignoring the pieces of glass that bit into her palms and scraped her legs as she pulled herself over.
