It was a little past midnight as the sinful she-vixen made her way towards her apartment. She had a long enthusiastic night that involved getting drunk at the Shushaya Pub and meeting an interesting specimen. She had enjoyed herself and was now sober as she set out for home. Still wearing the same red-silk dress with her long fiery hair now tassled from the exciting events that had happened a few hours ago. Her body hummed with exhaustion as her bare feet silently padded through the cool dirt underneath her. The female was about to round the corner when suddenly she felt an arm circle around her waist. She had been completely caught off guard by two young men who was out looking for trouble.

Fantasy felt the presence of a blade pressing dangerously against the nape of her neck. The wielder of that blade stood closely behind her as the second man stepped in front of her view. A sharp whistle cut from the lips of the second man as he let out a chuckle. Eyeing her like a prize he just won.

"Well well, what do we have here? I know exactly who you are."

The man who stood in front of her sneered at her as he spoke. She recognized him instantly as someone from the Shushaya Pub that she had pulled a prank on once. Now here he was, planning to get his revenge. She knew his name to be Damon. He was around the age of early twenty and had dirty blonde hair that fell over his eyes. The man behind her though, she was unfamiliar with. Fantasy felt the cold blade dig a little inside her skin as the man behind her pushed her forward. Leading her towards the woody area near her apartment. Her back was shoved against a large looming tree as rope bit tightly into her arms. They restrained her hands above her head as she sat cross-legged in the dirt.

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"So you're the bitch who cheated me out on the game of cards."

Damon continued to sneer at her hatefully as he twirled a kunai between his fingers. He was crouching at her level a few feet in front of her. The other man remained somewhere behind her. They were waiting for her pleas of surrender, for her to beg to be cut lose, but Fantasy wasn't the type to do so. Little did they know that she was actually enjoying this. By now she could feel the little trial of blood that slithered down her neck. Giving her a warm tickle as a small ache appeared around the nick from the blade. Fantasy surprised the two by grinning back. Flashing her sharp canines in a disturbing manner.

"Yeah? What about it? Are you going to kill me?"

Her voice was smooth as silk as she showed no hint of fear or worry. Her words didn't tremble or shake. Her eyes didn't water with frightened tears. She was a masochistic as well as a sadist. She loved being used and abused as well as doing the same to others. Her personality could go from normal to twisted in the matter of seconds depending on the situation. There was no way to understand how one could get pleasure from both being the victim and being the abuser as both was the opposite. There was just something about pain overall that she absolutely loved. The burning sensation of pain and the expression a person would give when experiencing it. Feeling dominated as well as being the dominate. Either one would fill her with overwhelming ecstasy that blossomed through her body.

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Fantasy taunted the two men, daring them to kill her. The one behind her moved closer and grabbed a handful of her long hair. Causing her head to yank back forcefully as she was made to stare up into the night sky. She heard Damon speak an order before a fiery heat protruded from a new cut down her collarbone. The man behind her had slid his dagger along her chest. Leaving behind a red beady mark that now was trickling with crimson. The man tightened his grip on her hair as Damon moved forward. Delivering a heavy blow to her gut that sent her into a heaving fit. Damon struck again but this time he cuffed her against the ear. Her vision blurred for a moment as ringing exploded into her hearing, her head snapped to the side.

A few moments passed before Fantasy spat at the ground. The man behind her had now released his hold on her hair and was toying with his dagger. She lifted her chin up high with confidence as her lashes lowered. She was watching Damon with hungry eyes as a dry chuckle escaped from her chapped lips. Her body was humming with aching hot pleasure and her blood was high as she became aroused by this child's play.

"Mmm- Is that all you got?"

She continued to tease them with her words. Letting them know that she was not broken and will not be broken. They did not understand that she was not a normal girl and that the kitsune inside her made her to be twisted. She knew they didn't have it in them to kill her anyways. More blows were landed and Fantasy knew that there would be bruises marking her body for the rest of the week. She only continued to enjoy it all. Damon finally had enough of her smug look and decided to strangle her. His body pressed her closer against the tree as he wrapped his hands around her small neck. Crushing her esophagus painfully as she choked on nothingness. She didn't move or struggle against his hold. Her vision was getting blotchy and she knew that she would be out soon. Her body was now heavy with exhaustion yet she still felt twined with arousment. Her cheeks flushed red and her body temperature grew hot despite the fact that her very life was now slipping.

This wasn't just a game anymore. She now had to do something about the situation before it was too late. She couldn't move her arms and struggled to come up with something as her head started to throb. Then suddenly she whipped her head forward. Slamming her forehead against Damon's nose and hearing a sickning crack. Damon erupted with curses as he released his grip on her neck and covered his bleeding nose.

"God damn it!"

Fantasy coughed on the air that flowed welcoming inside her. Her breathing was now raspy and dry. She had let them have their fun, now it was her turn. Fantasy grabbed ahold of the rope that restrained her arms and moved into a crouch position. She twisted her waist and swung her leg as her foot collided into Damon's head. Knocking him out cold as the other man moved into action. The man went to grab at her ankles but she had moved her hips forward and wrapped her legs around his neck. She started to choke him as she wrapped her legs tighter. Releasing her hold after the man collapsed unconsciously on the ground.



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The party was over and the two troublemakers was now unconscious on the earthy ground. Fantasy still was tied up against the tree and had nothing to help her out of the restraints. She had already looked for the man's dagger only to find it way out of her reach. She was left exhausted and bleeding, sitting in the dirt. She no longer felt the adrenaline from all the excitement and pleasure. Now she only felt the aching after effects as she tired out. She was losing blood, but very slowly, from the cut along her collarbone. Her soft lips were now dry and cracked. The favorite dress she wore was stained with her own blood and from the dirt. The two unconscious were lucky that she couldn't get to them. She was too tired either way to do anything about it.

Fantasy longed for a drink of water as her swollen throat burned from the dryness. She rested against the tree as needle picks spread throughout her arms, she started to lose feeling in them. She let out a helpless groan, there was nothing she could do except sit and wait.

"Looks like your enjoying yourself sis. Always getting yourself into trouble."

Fantasy tilted her head to the right to find a young man crouched nearby. The man wore a striking white kimono with white trousers underneath. His complexion was ghostly pale against the dark night surroundings. For a moment her eyes widen in surprise but the expression was soon shut down and her face showed nothing but interest.

"Brother, strange seeing you here. You seem to be doing well."

Fantasy purred the words out painfully. The demon inside of her knew who this man was. She knew who this man was. Sitting before her was her older brother who had been murdered years ago. She glanced around warily before returning her attention to her brother. The kitsune inside her pushed away any pain that she could have felt when seeing him. It clouded the horrifying memories of when she had watched him die. So her expression was clear from any pain or agony. Instead she would look amused.

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"I must be hallucinating."

She stated that fact before letting out a few sharp laughs. Her body was now trembling but she didn't understand why. She licked her dry lips, smirking at the man in front of her. She knew her brother had died at a younger age and this man sitting before her looked to be around the age of 18. Her brother would have been at that age by now if he hadn't been killed.

"Hallucinating, yes. Your little Alice and had fallen through a rabbit hole. Bumped your head. Now you don't know how to get out."

The female tugged on the rope restraints as he said this. Yes, she was stuck. No, she was not Alice. She was not an innocent little girl who was now lost. She was not the little sister he knew.

"Nah.. I'm not Alice. I'd be the madhatter and your the one who's stuck inside my wonderland. You don't belong here."

Her brother smiled gently at her words. His eyes were soft and kind as they took her in. He stood up and moved closer to where she was held. Leaning forward until he was leveled with her before placing a delicate finger underneath her chin. She couldn't feel his touch but she did feel lost in his eyes. The eyes that was all too familiar. Still there was no sadness in her expression or voice. She did not feel the loss of her dead brother as he stood before her in her imagination. She did not think of the time where she had seen him cut down be a sword.

"So you are the madhatter. But only because of that thing that controls you. You became the demon and the demon became you. You were weak and gave in to it. Now your not the same."

Fantasy snarled at his words. Her lips peeled back as she flashed her canines. She was for sure losing it. Losing control of herself. She wrestled against the binds and ignored the sharp biting of the rope as it dug into her flesh. She didn't feel the new sensation of blood seeping from her raw arms. She was too far gone as she snapped at the image of her brother before her. Her eyes was wide with rage and hate. Her blood boiling inside of her.

"Ah- there you are. The she-demon that has corrupted my little sister. Where does all of this hatred come from? My little sister did not hate me."

Fantasy has had enough. She struggled and yanked against the restraints. Fought with every little bit of energy left inside her wrecked body. She was like a monster trying to be let free. Snarling and growling at nothingness like a wolf who had gone mad.

"Get out! Get out! Get out of my head!"

She howled the words out into the night. Half a minute ticked by when she finally gave up. She collapsed against the tree in complete exhaustion. There was no one there anymore. The ghost of her brother was gone. She was finally alone beside the two unconscious men. Fantasy was more bloody then before and she felt her consiousness slipping away. She was going to be out like a light in less then ten minutes. Finally, when she was all alone, a single tear made its way down her cheek. She now felt the pain of loss explode inside her as the kitsune let free it's grasp around her heart. Her body shook and trembled but only one tear could be shed.

Voices drew near her as a bright light came into her view. It was the bartender from the Shushaya Pub. He was finally heading home from a very long day of work. The bartender had heard her yelling and came to investigate. Finding her exhausted and tied against the tree. The bartender regarded the two unconscious men and didn't ask any questions. He knew she was the type of spirit who easily got herself into trouble, but he also knew that she could be a good friend if it was in her interest. She had easily grown close to the bartender after a few visits in the Shushaya Pub.

The man cut loose the rope and swung one of her arms over his shoulder. He would help her get cleaned up and help tend to her injuries. The bartender was a good man. She didn't protest or speak at all. She was too exhausted to say anything but an airy thankyou and let him help her home.

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