"Like a lily among thorns is my darling, among the young women" - Song of Solomon 2:2

Raiel's Point:

Dylan was shown to my study, flashing his signature smile. My hell, how I missed him. He had a face that would rival Adonis. I moved from my chair and slammed him against the wall, gripping his thigh tightly.

"Aren't you hungry tonight?"

"You have no idea," I spoke against the skin of his neck. He wore that perfume which I liked. He always had a keen memory. I grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open, some of the buttons fell but it wasn't anything that couldn't be fixed. I craved him more than life itself. He let out a whimper when my hand gripped his back tightly, holding him close to me.

"Mine."

"Yours."

My eyes shot open, looking up at Dylan. His voice sounded like Edam's in that moment. Dylan looked down at me, urging me to keep going but my mind was racing in all the strange places. Tentatively, he reached forward and began to unbutton my shirt, pressing his lips against my skin with a hunger that matched my own, my own as it was before.

"Yours," he repeated. I pushed him back, staring at him with what could only be described as fear. His voice sounded exactly like Edam's. All I could think of was Edam, the smile he had at the wedding when talking with his grandmother. I could see the blood on the sheets, the testament of my own actions.

"Get out," Dylan tried to reach forward to touch me but I slapped his hand away, "I said get out."

With that roaring sentence, he left. He knew better than to argue when I was angry, but this wasn't anger. I looked at the cupboard where I hid the box. I reached to it, opening it to see the three ribbons still intact. My ribbon, his and the bloodied strip from the sheet. I didn't know why I started crying, but it was like a hell before me. Was this what it felt like in Hell?

Adda's Point:

It took a fair bit to get the poor boy to sleep but my work was far from done. I moved his beads and jewels to a separate container for comfort's sake before leaving the room. I don't think he'll get up to anything while I'm gone. As I neared the master's study, I saw his boytoy leave in a fit and slam the door behind him. He took a look at me and I knew those tears all too well.

I nodded knowingly, and he left with that comfort at least. It was strange, all too unlike the master to so easily throw a lover aside. Especially that one, he'd been the master's favourite. As I walked past the door, hoping to get an ear of what was going on, I heard a sobbing on the other side. Well, in the short term it seems that the idea worked. Edam's presence began to soften the master's, but  I can't help but worry about what may come as a result of this interaction...

(A/N I had plans on including some religious symbolism since your girl kinda suffers with symbols but one of my favourite arguments s around the Song of Solomon, but I'm looking for a book by Ariel Bloch and Chana Bloch which works with the Song of Songs more directly...

This one is reasonably short, it was more focused on Raiel's struggles....)

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