"Stoplight, lock the door. Don't look back. Undress in the dark, and hide from you, all of you."
Cold welcomed itself into the dark forest. She sat in the just outside the foreign cave, legs drawn closely to her body--quivering just short of violently. A horrid and unwanted lack of clothing did no good in sheltering her pale body from the chill creeping its way up and down her body--and it wasn't the only thing to do so that night. She didn't know his name, never even seen him before, but he had somehow found a way to creep up and down her body regardless. And his non-consensual touch left her trembling আরো fiercely than the cold ever had. At least the cold was familiar to her, at least she could grow used to and even enjoy the frosty feeling. Maybe that's why she hadn't re-entered the warmth of the cave--perhaps the frigid air would numb the emotions...the lingering sensation of a phantom hand--exactly where it didn't belong--right out of her.
"You'll never know the way your words have haunted me. I can't believe you'd ask these things of me. আপনি don't know me."
As hard as she tried to get the scene out of her head it kept replaying over and over again. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it as much as I will." "I know you're a naughty girl, you've displayed it time and time again." And Icy couldn't even deny that last part. She had done some particularly naughty things...but noting of that nature. He had the wrong kind of naughty in his mind. Naturally she had protested, and with both verbal and physical force. "Come on please, can't আপনি just do this with me just once?" The blonde wizard requested. To which she recalled saying "No way in Hell" and "You don't even know my name." The wizard clearly wouldn't take no for an answer. If she had it right, it was at that point that he had made the 'naughty girl remarks' and something along the lines of "Your mouth says no, your cloths say yes." At that point she couldn't help but to look down--just to make sure she wasn't actually wearing a শার্ট that read 'YES' in big bold letters. As expected she wasn't. Nope, Icy was wearing what she always wore.
It wasn't long before the man had propped himself atop her. Icy had no problem shoving him off with a blast of cold wind. But then his friends; the one with the bright red hair and the one with the dark skin came to his aid. It was three against one and they clearly knew how to hunt and capture a magical being. Between the three of them, Icy had been forced to the rocky ground. And the blonde proceeded with his dirty deed. At that point Icy stopped struggling as it was a useless waste of energy. And if the blonde's initial actions weren't agonizing enough, the other two stood দ্বারা laughing and cheering the man on. Icy looked away from them and her eyes fell upon another man standing in the corner. His arms were folded across his chest and he was looking every which way clearly trying to avoid witnessing the unfolding scene. He ran his hand through his পরাকাষ্ঠা mohawk.
"You belong to me, my snow white queen. There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.
Soon I know you'll see, you're just like me. Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you."
দ্বারা all means Icy was doing her very best to keep staring at him; it was much better than staring at the man who was assaulting her and maybe, just maybe that boy would grow a pair and tare his friend off of her. Eventually the blonde took her face in his hand, stared her right in the eye and informed her that she belonged to him...that he always fancied a lady with frosty powers...a lady that put up a fight. She spat in his face. This earned her a আরো vicious assault. And the প্রশ্ন "Do আপনি want to try that again ice princess?" Mentally she told herself yes, what did she have to lose now? But she refrained. And somewhere along the lines Icy could swear the blonde saying something about how they were one in the same. That she would do the same in his position.
Head now buried in her hands, nails digging into her scalp, she couldn't help but to contemplate that one. Were they the same? Would she do that to someone else? At first Icy was damn certain that the answer was no. But then she thought way back...back to the first বছর she encountered Bloom. She hadn't done a damn thing when Darcy seduced Riven, in fact she rather condoned it. It was humorous.
She deserved this.
"Wake up in a dream. ফ্রোজেন fear. All your hands on me. I can't scream. I can't scream."
And so Icy decide to run, but not without venturing back into the cave to retrieve her clothing. She ran faster than she could ever imagine. Not to escape the wizards (they had already fled the scene) but to escape her own thoughts. And the আরো intensely the feeling of all of their hands all over her replayed in her head the harder she ran. At a considerable distance into the forest Icy came to a dead halt, realizing that she couldn't run away from this one. She couldn't escape her own memories. With a frustrated cry she found herself beating her fists into a বৃক্ষ over and over again until warm blood trickled out of her splintered knuckles and down her hand. Another frustrated cry, this one আরো of a sob and Icy let herself sink to the ground again. And then came the tears. Icy couldn't tell if they were formed from her fear, her sadness, অথবা her rage. It was probably a mix of all three.
How embarrassing...
At least no one was there to see her...
"I can't escape the twisted way আপনি think of me. I feel আপনি in my dreams and I don't sleep."
At some point in the night the woman must have worn herself out, for she had slumped to the ground into a painful slumber. One where her dreams were invaded দ্বারা the blonde wizard's face. And her nightmare was almost worse than the real thing...almost...at least the bondage wasn't real.
At least in the nightmare she was able to claw at his face pretty good.
Even so Icy had woken up, a lump in her throat. But she couldn't cry, she was fresh out of tears. Every time the woman tried to fall asleep she was visited দ্বারা her attacker. She'd never be able to sleep again would she?
" I can't save your life,
Though nothing I bleed for is আরো tormenting.
I'm losing my mind and আপনি just stand there and stare as my world divides."
And so she sat up, once again holding her knees close to her chest. They couldn't get to her if she remained like that. But they did, they got her again and again through her own head. This time her thoughts wandered to the wizard with the mohawk. It was a good while into the attack when her eyes finally locked into his. And his golden eyes were laced with certain agony and shame. "I'm sorry. I can't help you." He mouthed."
"Fine then, just stand there. You're a weak little boy." Icy managed to holler. And the man turned his head.
Shameful. Disgusting.
And then he did something. He transformed him to a snake of some sort, hissing threats of venom laced bites if they continued the assault. The read-head roared with laughter. And he sustained a সত্বর bite to the ankle. With a scowl the other two retreated. The one with the mohawk now back in his human form followed his বন্ধু out of the cave--likely on a quest to find an antidote to that snake venom.
A long while later (infused with much mental pain) Icy got her closure; a headline in the newspaper পাঠ করা 'Black বৃত্ত Wizards Meet Their Frigid Ends.' The প্রবন্ধ described a backfired spell freezing them utterly solid. What a fitting end for them, Icy couldn't have asked for a better one. For a বিভক্ত করা সেকেন্ড she even considered thanking those pesky Winx. But that would arise many questions, and she had no interest in sharing anything with them. She hadn't even bought herself to speak of this with Darcy and Stormy.
After all, some things are just best left unsaid. Perhaps if she avoided the topic it would just go away...
are you shocked to see her in black?
