However, soon after that, she saw him looking withdrawn. She tried getting him to join in, thinking maybe the reason why he wasn't was because he felt awkward about frolicking in the water with all of them. But he said he just wasn't feeling well, and needed to get some rest. To her delight however, he had kissed the back of her had. It had made her blush, and gave her hope. Little did she know however, that might have been the last time she would ever see him.
Hailey covered her face, and began to cry. She then looked up, as she could barely see through her teary eyes. Before the naga had left her to prepare for the dreaded ceremony, he brought her a dress and a crown to wear for the wedding. She had thought about throwing it back at him, and telling him to go to hell. But it was the only clothing he seemed to offer her to wear.
As much as the thought of wearing a wedding dress for him disgusted her, it was better than nothing. Sighing, she slipped the dress on. Unfortunately she didn't seem to have any sort of underwear. But then again, nagas had no use for underwear. Still he might have been considerate about making her more comfortable.
Hailey tried on the dress, and the crown. There were no mirrors, so she had no idea what she looked like. All she could do was guess. But she felt like she was dressed for an elaborate costume party. But there was nothing fun about this up coming celebration.
But what if she took a clue from the princess? If she killed herself, then the curse couldn't be broken. He wouldn't spare the others, but at least he wouldn't be able to go ahead with his plan for world domination. And at least she and Agan could be together. It was same logic an obsessed maniac would have, and she couldn't believe that it had actually come down to this. But it was better than the alternative.
The only question was how to do it? To be honest she had no desire to actually take her own life. She always felt like suicide was a cowards way out. Now, she felt like a coward because she was sure if she would be able to go through with it. She had to, it was the only way. But how?
What was she going to do, run head first into the rock wall? Then it dawned on her, the dress. She could somehow turn it into a noose, and hang herself. Perhaps that's how the tribal princess hung herself. Maybe that's why he wasn't allowing her to wear any clothes. Then why would he trust her to be alone with an article of clothing? Was he watching her? If so, how?
"Well, doesn't my future queen look beautiful.", she heard a voice say. She turned around, and saw the naga standing in the entrance. He was staring at her with the same amorous smile that made her sick to her stomach.
"What are you doing here?", she asked. He furrowed his brow, as he had a confused look upon his face.
"These are my quarters," he said, "Why wouldn't I be here?"
Hailey's heart started beating faster, how was she going to kill herself with him in the room?
"Well," she began, "Isn't it-Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" The naga began to laugh.
"That's just a silly superstition from your culture, not mine.", he replied.
"Please, can I just at least have some alone time?", she asked.
He slithered over to her, as he gently took her hand. He held it in both clawed hands, and then stared deep into her eyes.
"I'm not a fool Hailey," he told her. "As I stated before, you are the reincarnated soul of the tribal princess. I gave her some privacy, and look what happened. In all likelihood, you would come up with the same solution that she did. That is not happening, this time.
"You may find a way to force me to marry you!", she seared, "But you won't be able to keep an eye on me all the time!"
The naga just continued to look at her, and sighed. He took the hand that he had been holding, and place her palm on his heart. He then gently cupped her chin, and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Do you feel that, my dear," he asked. "That's my heart, and it only beats like that for you. I was devastated when I found her lifeless hanging corpse in this very room. I am not going through that again. If I had to I would chain you to my side to protect you from doing anything that foolish again. But luckily, I don't have to. Because soon you will be immortal. It will be impossible to kill yourself."
"But I don't want to be immortal!", she cried, "You have no right to do that to me!"
"I have every to protect what belongs to me.", he cooed.
"Then I'll run away!", she cried, "I will go as far as burying myself alive, if I have to, just to get away from you!"
"My dear.", he laughed. "You won't be able to leave me. I plan on keeping you so—busy, that you won't be able to walk for a while."
She was horrified by what he just said. How could anyone be so arrogant? With so much anger burning inside of her, she just couldn't take It anymore.
"Rapist!", she cried, as her open hand came across his face. His hand immediately went to the now red mark upon his his face, as he stared at her in complete and utter shock. All of a sudden his face hardened, but she didn't care. She was angry, and was ready to receive whatever he had in store for her.
"No one!", he growled. "Has ever hit me like that and gotten away with it!"
"I-don't-care!", she growled back at him through gritted teeth. Angry tears began to well up in her eyes. Maybe it was her anger, or her adrenaline, but at that moment she wasn't afraid of him. She probably should have been, but she wasn't. Hailey just kept staring at him in defiance, waiting for him to deliver the fatal blow.
To her surprise, instead he let out a maniacal laughter. "Such fire, and passion!", he exclaimed, "I can't wait until I can get you to channel all of that passion into sexual desire!"
Hailey was absolutely dumbfounded.
"What is wrong with you?", she cried through frustrated tears. He just looked at her, and smiled.
"As I told you before, my lamia queen.", he explained, " I am both your humble servant, and your devoted master. There is nothing you could say, or do, that wold cause me to ever raise a hand against you. But I will warn you, my dear. Do not test my patience too often. You may not be in danger of being harmed, but that doesn't mean that others won't suffer in your place. Strike me again in anger, and you won't like what I will do to some of my own people—or yours!"
Hailey closed her eyes, and began to cry. She could feel the warm tears streams down her cheeks. What was she going to do? The realization finally hit her. She was going to be stuck with him—forever.
His face had softened, as he began to wipe away her tears.
"Don't cry my love.", he said, "This is your wedding day. The tears you shed, should be years of joy. After all, this is going to be the happiest day of your life."
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I do not own the images in this story. What evil lurks in the hearts of most men, or in this case--mythical creatures? Amorous lust, desire, and obsession are what drives these seductively dark mythological beings to possess the reluctant objects...