3 Ways

The Last Story I

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Victoria quickly caught Namjoo's unconscious body before gently lying her down on the sofa in the living room.

"You're not staying?" Chorong asked. "I thought you collected energy from dreamers."

"Strong dreamers, and she is not one of them this time," the Dream Weaver said before turning around and flew back into the wall.

Once he disappeared Chorong turned back to Victoria, "How long do you think she'll stay like this?"

Victoria stared back at Chorong with no absolute answer. She was becoming worried about how well Namjoo was going to do if she was going to come back with the same feelings she acquired there. Her and Luhan's story...would it destroy her once she came back?

"Be safe...Namjoo."

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When her vision became clear Namjoo saw darkness, the shadows of trees swaying in the wind against the paper windows, and the heavy white moonlight shining in. She could make out a circular table in the middle of the room with some teacups turned upside down before she heard a voice in her ear. As a hand pressed into her lower back she felt a giggle shoot out of her.

"You're really not worried about the prince?" she asked.

And Namjoo realized instantly that this was like her dream wherein she wasn't in total control of her body, but witnessing as things would happen. Was this good...or bad?

"What can he do to us anyway?"

Namjoo felt her heart skip a beat when she recognized who it was.

Another giggle left her when he pulled her closer before pushing her onto her back and suffocating her with playful kisses. After a few minutes they resumed to lying on their sides and Namjoo felt her heart deliriously race when she stared into his eyes. They sparkled like the stars in heaven and they were just...so magical.

"Lets go on a long trip after I return tomorrow," Luhan said tucking her head underneath his chin and dug his fingers into her hair to play with it.

"All right...lets do that, honey," Namjoo closed her eyes and heard him chuckle.

Honey? She'd called him...honey? Had they...been married? If they'd been this sweet with each other why did she marry Chanyeol later on?

Namjoo's questions were answered the next day. After seeing Luhan off the prince attacked and Namjoo almost couldn't believe she was reliving the horror of it. She never really understood the horror of being touched by someone she didn't know or someone she didn't want. But here she could totally feel the fear of being taken over, easily dominated by this man so strong. She didn't like this. This was unwanted. Most important of all, she didn't love this person.

No one was allowed to come to her aid. His soldiers in aid were standing outside the pavilion and the house servants were being held back. She could hear them fighting outside, but she wasn't being freed from this torture.

Why wasn't she using her powers? Why wasn't she trying to break free when she could easily do so?

Then she heard a voice in her head promising not to hurt anyone anymore. There was a strong desire to keep the promise she'd made to Luhan way back when they met. Namjoo could feel the deep trust Joseon Namjoo had for him and she thought she understood.

"Don't hurt him, don't hurt him," Namjoo cried inside her head and screamed as she continued fighting him off.

Her thin arms were weak and her clothes were being cut away as if they didn't matter at all. She could feel the details of his hands touching, violating, and searching. Angry tears of resent began pouring out of her eyes and she finally resorted to knocking him off with her leg, which all resulted in the gash across her stomach. Another cry of pain leapt out of her and he tossed the knife aside knowing that he now had her under his control.