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the bed.   At least her head wasn’t dangling over the vile smell that the bile vomit emanated from the side of the bed.   Confusion and fear spread through the sick and pain.   Where am I?   Her brain didn’t want to think.   It hurt too badly.  
                Suddenly she realized what brought her from the bliss of unconsciousness into nightmare reality.   She needed to use the chamber pot.   She racked her brain to try and remember where in the black it might be.   As she tried desperately to remember, flashes of where she was and what had happened to her began to blaze across her vision in blinding clarity.   Her hand reached unsteadily downward to find the hair on her mound matted and crusted to her body with his dried cum.   Mira withdrew her hand, as if it were on fire.
                Butterflies joined the nausea in Mira’s stomach and stirred it to the point that she began to heave again.   Grateful for her empty stomach, she felt her jaw extend, her throat contract, and her muscles jerk painfully.   There was no way she could roll over again. If there had been anything in her, it would now have been on her.   But now her bowels were complaining more violently.   It was all she could do to keep from peeing the bed.   More tears squeezed out from under her eyelids.  
                Mira threw the blankets off to the side of the bed.   Determination boiled in her as she forced herself to sit up.   Whimpering with each movement, she lifted one leg and then the other off the edge of the bed.   She sat there a moment, breathing heavily and gathering her strength as she tried to judge the distance to the chamber pot in her mind.   She could picture it under the small stand, against the far wall, fifteen or maybe twenty feet from where she was.   It’s not that far , Mira reassured herself.  
                A gurgling in her stomach urged her to move.   Mira scooted forward until her feet touched the carpeted stone floor.   The room was starting to spin again.   Mira took a deep breath and tried to stand.   For a moment, she actually believed she was going to manage to get to her goal.   Without warning her legs gave out as they felt her weight.   Mira cried out, tumbling to the floor.   Grabbing for support, she only managed to topple the small stand next to her bed.   There was a loud crash, when the porcelain pitcher from the stand hit the stone floor.  
                Mira heard more than felt the sickening thud, as her head hit the floor.   Pain screamed through her skull.   A monstrous image of a pale skinned creature with empty eye sockets and a mouthful of fangs consumed her.   Grateful relief soothed her, as Mira felt liquid warmth puddle and flow over her thighs, and she began to black out.
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                Rillan’s sword sung out of tune, slicing through the air and crashing violently against the armor on the practice dummy.   His strikes were a bit off this day.   He hadn’t slept, and he kept looking at the large wooden double doors, expecting them to open.   Every random sound had him checking to see if she had woken up yet.   He wasn’t sure if she was weaker than the others, if he drained her more than he should have while he was trying to teach her his lesson, or if she was hiding in her chambers afraid of him.   He swung the sword angrily at that thought and dented the already battered shield again.   The last was the most likely of the options.   They didn’t usually sleep this long.   It’s her own fault , he told himself over and over as he swung his weapon haphazardly.
                He considered going to check on her.   That pissed him off more.   Why, the hell, do I care, he thought and brought the sword down on the dummy hard enough to crack the breast plate strapped to what should have been its chest.   He swore and threw the sword down.   It clattered across the floor and