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Serge had been stalking her for at least a month now. The first time her saw her porcelain skin and her doll face. He knew that this was the one he wanted. No one else would do, not even the most beautiful girl. Mary appealed to him and he loved her sent. It was an easy sent to remember, and it wasn’t like everyone else’s.
She was easy to fallow seeing is how she never was around with anyone.
He had actually had the pleasure of touching her skin on night when he was taking something from her room.
He remembered it being something like touching cotton and sateen.
The way she smelled was like smelling roses.
He placed his hand on her soft shoulder. Then gently looked her in the eyes.
Showing her he meant her no harm. She looked into his and notice the gentle compassion for her in them.
Her heart was sinking and she felt a little embarrassed, too. His smile was almost overwhelming. He ran two of his fingers down her ram.
Mary felt that scarlet red coming to her face again.
She wanted him to stop but felt to afraid to even peep. She sat there wide eyed. His hand moved from her shoulder and towards her face.
To touch something as soft as her, he felt very safe with her. Like nothing could touch him, and he would never let anyone touch her. Mary didn’t understand why she was letting him stroke her, but his hands, icy cold and yet she felt so warm.
“there, see, I’m not going to hurt you. And if I wanted to. Well-”
“I know. . .” She raised her hand to stop him form going any further.
“oh, you do talk.” He mocked. Mary scowled at him. “ alright no need to get all angry again. I just came to apologize.” Mary sort of glared at him, not wanting to believe, but his face was so beautiful and gentle looking she just wanted to melt in his arms.
As Mary felt herself becoming victim to his seductive eyes. She pulled away quickly and then walked over to her window. Looking out at the poring rain. Holding her arms. She felt cold. The way he made her feel was scary. She just wanted him to go away.
There was a sigh from behind her. She looked to see he had vanished. No where to be found.
She looked everywhere, all of a sudden the door opened. Winfred was

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He said rather smugly. Mary tried to get free but it didn’t matter. Serge had a good tight grip on her now.
“I said I wasn’t going to hurt you.” He whispered in her ear.
LE-let-let-me go!” she demanded as she struggled in his strong arms to get free.
About ten minuets latter. Mary had finally run out of strength to pull away. I know that doesn’t sound hard but she was ranking herself away from him.
“its no use trying to get away, Mary. I’m at least 1,000 times stronger than you. And holding you is like holding a weak new born,” he finally dropped Mary. She was tired and could hardly move around. She collapsed to her knees catching her breath. Serge slowly circled her like a shark.
“I don’t see why you are so scared of me. After I actually came back to your room, and apologized. You’re very lucky Winifred had knocked me over the head when she did. Because if she hadn’t you would have been hurt badly. And I didn’t want that to happen. I already scratched you. I think you saw my hand coming because if you hadn’t of moved. You would have been bleeding very badly.”
Mary was holding herself trying to keep herself from hurting him. If she tried he probably would have grabbed hold of her again.
“why do you shake like that. I’m not going to hurt you I already told you that.” he crouched down to see her. He lifted her chin, but she thrashed it away from him.
He smiled a crooked smile, then suppressed his laugh. He tried again, this time he finally got her to look at his face. She wasn’t happy or angry anymore. Just very scared and very sensitive because he won. Little tears streamed form her face and onto the floor. At that time Serge felt very sorry for her. He didn’t want to make her cry, or make her feel scared. Truth was, was that Serge knew who she was. What he name and last name was.
Raven elves are very conspicuous creatures. They watched a woman that appeals to them all the time. Taking notes, memorizing their smell, and their voice. Then the woman that the raven elves is harmlessly stalking will enter the room and take something just to get closer to them, without them being actually being there.