"Cassie stop. You're going to collapse..."George called softly in the wind. My mind was already elsewhere, detached from my body. I don't know what kept my feet moving, but something did. Keep running. But I can't. I didn't understand what was happening until my knees collided with the ground and my whole body weight sagged underneath. There was no power left in me. Not one ounce. I became my worst nightmare. Weak. "Libellule, come here," His husky tone whispered. I closed my eyes and listened to the comforting sound. Two arms encircled my waist and pulled me into a hard chest. I didn't move though, only slumped into the warmth. George sat down on the dying grass and pulled me into his lap. For the second time today I found myself trapped in the warm embrace of his arms. Worst part was, it felt good. WARNING: Contains bad language, rape, drug use and physical abuse

Shakespeare's play was banned at one time because of concern over a character dressing as the opposite sex. Twelfth Night is William Shakespeare's "comedy of gender confusion, in which a girl disguises herself as a man to be near the count she adores, only to be pursued by the woman he loves."

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#Wattys2015 Welcome one and all, boys and girls, ghools and grims! To the circus of nightmares! We have a special surprise for you all today, a ten day long show! With the twists and turns of a lifetime!” A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, his pointed teeth sparkled, curling up into an unnaturally high smile. “This show stares Alexandria! A young helpless girl who doesn't know what's in store for her... With me as your host! Just call me the host. No name needed. Here are the rules, Quite simple actually.... Alexandria must find an object spoken in a riddle. But Things and Monsters, here's a twist, in each challenge she must not only find the object, but avoid getting killed by her simple childish nightmares, My minions, My Creation!” He threw his hands up, Eight nightmares stepped forward, His bony claws drummed together, a cheshire smile showed off his teeth again, his eyes shadowed, an unseeable face. “Hope you enjoy the show!” The lights fell, “She has no idea what's in store for her...”