Aleksandra growled and tuned him out, her head pounding ferociously as she struggled against him. And then, slowly, she stopped. The color drained from her face as she wiggled her hands, trying to loosen his grip. [i]Can't move...[/i] His grip was as solid as stone. He loomed above her, blocking everything else out. The warmth that had been so comforting the night before was now suffocating her. [i]Can't move![/i] And the expression on his face... She didn't think she could feel this dread, this terror, not anymore.

[i]Cruel laughter. Leering grins in the dark. Her brothers. Her brothers. Can't move.[/i] She started thrashing like a wild animal, trying to headbutt him and scratch at him, screaming at him to let her go, let her go. Pressing her legs together tightly, though she knew her strength was no match for his. [i]CannotmovecannotmoveCANNOTMOVE.[/i] She tried everything, yanking and kicking and jerking about until she was exhausted, her throat hoarse from screaming and her head splitting from her wicked hangover.

"Don't do it," she choked, forcing back her tears. They didn't listen, dripping down her cheeks like the traitors they were. She fell back against the sheets, limp and hopeless. "Don't, don't, not again," she whimpered, trying to hide her face in her shoulder. She began mumbling through her growing sobs. "Can't move, hurts, not again, not again. Monsters. Monsters," she moaned.

Rusalka holding her down. Vasily hovering over her, his expression cold and dead as he hurt her, and Rusalka laughing through it all, like it was a fun game. Her own family. Her blood. She didn't want to be hurt like that again. And the one person she was beginning to trust had betrayed her completely. He probably didn't know the effect his pinning her down would have, but it made no difference at the moment. She was petrified.