The Harem- The Burning Beauty

Chapter Four- The Master's Garden

The Master's Garden

"A beautiful flower the rose be;

It bids ye praises

Then thy finger it bleeds...mmm."

-London

If there was ever such a thing as one crying till the tears fell no more, Cassandra had an idea how it was done. She had laid in her bed and cried till every splinter of her hard had dissolved. She was too exhausted and her eyes were too dry for her to work up some more. After the tears had dried and useless sobs had silenced, she laid there staring off at the wall as pictures of Stephen flashed through her mind. Had she truly been so worthless? Couldn’t he just love her without the gain of treasures? No, she wasn’t worth that much, but she’d wanted it so bad. What a fool she had been. She’d left her families estate to run off with a man that seemed to had been in an endless rapture of love with her. She’d never seen herself being a naive woman; she could run her home and an army of servants without breaking a sweat plus keep up with the popular balls of England. She could sew, cook, clean and she was wonderful with children. So smart, and yet she was so dense. It all made sense to her now, the way Stephen acted. He had dragged her from home to home in three separate countries with the compliant that the homes were not good enough for them to raise their children together. He had made her afool...no, she’d made herself a fool.

After she couldn’t stomach thinking about Stephen any longer, her eyes had become heavy and sleep claimed her. This sleep was so different from any other though. It was an absolute pull that demanded her to close her eyes and be still. She felt her consciousness suck itself from her body and she tried to hold on. But it grabbed hold of her and dragged her into the darkness that was far away from her mind. This place was cold and empty. There was nothing to see and nothing that could be heard. Just darkness that left her panicked. She tried to look all about her and realised that her feet felt as if they touched no bottom. She was suspended in thick darkness that sucked at her and made her cold and weak. She couldn’t move; all she could do was become still and...and what? What could she do? How could she escape this? She felt that she was too weak now to even be afraid. Odd enough, she felt a familiar sleep over take her. The sleep that was optional that said one could lay there and dream if they wish or awaken if they desired it. How could she sleep in the void of darkness? She didn’t know how, but her lids shut and she was drifting off to sleep.

I’m awake...but why am I still in this darkness? Cassandra heard her voice echoing in the darkness, travelling further from her and reaching her again in waves. She felt about in the empty dark space that she felt she’d been trapped in for quite sometime and still there was nothing. She gasped when she saw something white flash before her eyes. It wasn’t long she’d realised that it was her hand. She could see her hand and it was glowing with the rest of her arm. She looked down and saw that she was still naked. Even in her deranged dark dream she was naked. She frowned at that and pushed it aside. She was glowing and the light under her skin made her look pale. She held out both arms and examined them, trying to get some idea where the light was coming from.

“Cassandra, blood of my blood...” Her heart gave a violent thud in her chest, making her stutter in a breath and grab her chest. She keeled over and held onto to her body as her skin felt as if it was being stroked by beguiling hands that needed her flesh more that she did but in a debauchery sense of need. She found herself moaning and squirming at the touches and wished for them stop and never do so.

“Child of my Kiss...hear your master...” the voice commanded and Cassandra’s eyes snapped open with another quaking thud of her heart. At any moment she expected it to burst from her chest and leave her hollow. It reacted to this voice and she had to do so as well.