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The Dream of Flowers:
You wake up in the clearing you started this chapter out in. You are all alone, naked but surprisingly unaffected by the cold. You feel incredibly free, liberated and pure. The need to dance fills your body as you stand up. You are to preoccupied by this elation to actually worry about Proteus or Leto.
As you start dancing around a peculiar, sensual, almost erotic feeling courses through your veins and urges you to look upward, towards the almost full moon. A blue-white halo of light surrounds the moon and it becomes the total focus of your attention for a couple of seconds as the bow of light expands and becomes larger and larger. As the bow becomes so large that you think you can almost touch it you can see it is made up of thousands of small white flowers.
The flowers detach from the bow, which reveals itself to be red underneath the flowers, and descend upon you, rushing past with an enormous speed, gliding past your naked body, tingling and tickling you wherever they touch.
When the white flowers are gone your refocus on the, now red, bow of light. Again you see that the red light is actually thousands of red flowers and with eager anticipation you see them detach and rush forth, shrouding everything else in the blackness of night, to the point it’s you and the rumble of the red flowers that glide past your body filling you with an intense sexual desire. When the flowers are gone you remain in the darkness, together with the rumbling. A rhythmic rumbling...like that of an engine....of a car.
The scene changes and you are suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of your own sweat. You’re sweating...you’re tied up...you’re in the backseat of a car. The rope is cutting into your skin on your wrists. You look around and you can see that outside of the car it’s night. The light that provides you with the means to distinguish an incredibly large man with black, wavy hair and a thick black beard, slightly streaked with gray, sitting in the front seat, are the headlights from oncoming traffic and the blue-and-red flashes of Lone Star patrol cars following the car you are in at high speed. The blue-and-red flashes cast an ominous light on the interior of the car with an almost epileptic speed.
The sirens of the squad cars fade almost into nothingness, almost out of respect, when the large man in the front speaks in a calm, sub-sonically low voice; "What’s your name?"
You are unable to speak as the voice fills you with dread.
No matter, the man says, casually driving at god blinding speeds as he is trying to out-run and out maneuver Lone Star. He takes out a packet of cigarettes and offers you one. When you don’t react he shrugs and takes on out and slowly lights it with a chrome lighter. He takes a slow drag and inhales deeply. He blows the smoke down from a corner of his mouth and retrieves a bit of tobacco from his lip and says, calmly as before: "Make no mistake, Stacy...I’m going to fuck you, hurt you and kill you."
Suddenly the sirens return back to their full, original volume as the large man’s concentration is broken by one of the squad cars ramming the car you’re in.
"Fuck you, Guinglainn." the large man says softly.
You wriggle yourself up a little so you can look out of the window to see what’s going on. The first thing you see is that you’ve been mistaken, there aren’t a string of twenty squad cars following you...the highway behind you is empty...it’s a lonely patrol car that’s following you. In it sits a young, good-looking man with blond, wavy hair. Frantically he’s trying to keep up with the souped-up sports-car. You can see the desperation in the eyes of the blond man as you lock into eye-contact.
The blond man tries incredibly hard to spur his car into going faster but isn’t able to keep up.
Finally, in a moment of paradoxical intuition you realize that you are unable to resist the man with the dark hair but you also know that the young cop can only come after you because of your own power. Your strength and resistance empower him. The large man is an abductor only because he has been chosen for this role. You feel a sudden surge of confidence and strength.
You try to sit up and you look past the large man and you see a large, dark castle loom up on the cityscape horizon. It looks vaguely like the Renraku Arcology, but it has guard towers and looks much more like a medieval castle. You hear the large man grin as the sirens make way for his voice. "Hehehe, bye bye Guinglainn." He punch reaches over to his dash and flips a switch, the car jerks and the engine is revved to the point where you think it’s going to explode. You are thrown back into the seat and as you crawl up you can see the lone squad car fade from view. As you hear the sickly low laugh of your abductor, everything fades to black.
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