[1] Illuminating Malice

Again, the pronunciation of Daenerys is deh-nare-us. And Drogan is dro-gun. Not dro-gan or dragon. Rated M because of the incest.

    Daenerys's eyes slowly opened when she felt a gentle touch. The moonlight casted a shadow of the person beside her bed. Once she recognized the bleach, long blonde hair of her brother, Drogan, her eyes fixated on him - filled with fear. She knew what was going to happen next, and she ached for the power to fast forward. His touch became less gentle, and more urging.

    There was something about his touch this time that was more controlling...more, scared.
    "Get up," he whispered, his shadow moving so that he was right by her head, blocking the path for her to escape. All he had to do, if she made one wrong move, was slam her head back down on the pillow. And Drogan was very, very strong.

    "Dany, get up."
    Daenerys moved the covers farther down her body, and got up, leaning against her white pillow and oak headboard that was attached the the bottom part of her bed. Her head rolled to
the side and looked at Drogan, who was moving to sit beside her. And they both knew that he
wouldn't just be sitting before long.
    Daenerys shivered, and moved her arms so they were crossed, trying to protect her body as
much as she could without being too obvious.
   "Relax, Dany, don't be afraid. We went over this before. Stop being a child and act more
like an eighteen year old." He reached up and put a strand of hair behind her ear, giving Daenerys unwanted goosebumps of disgust.
   She wanted to hit him and run for her life. She felt like she would suffocate and become
more like him if she stayed too long. Like a viral disease that spread among siblings. "Not tonight, please? I'm tired." Her head inched away from his hand, her legs beginning to shake slightly at his close presence.
   "Did I ask you if you wanted this or not? You don't want this; you need this. You want me,
Dany, we both know that. So why don't you just shut your mouth and let me do what you ache for me to do." Drogan's self-indulgence sickened Daenerys, and made the bile in her stomach rise to her throat.
   Daenerys didn't say anything, she just closed her eyes and went to her favorite place she
often went to. The soft wind of halcyon atmosphere, the swaying palm trees and green-blue
colored water that you could engulf yourself in memories.
   “Dany, open your eyes, d****t.”
   Daenerys kept calm and relaxed, thinking about the soft sound of the waves breaking on the
shore. The dry sand becoming wet sand, soaking up the warm water between them.

   All of a sudden, she felt a hard slap on her cheek. Like a bird flying straight into her
cheek, causing it to pulsate with pain. Her eyes flew open and saw Drogan chuckling in
response.
   Her hand shot up to her cheek, holding it closely, then squeezing her eyes shut so she
wouldn’t start crying. “Please, stop.” She whimpered. She knew that the slap was going to leave a bruise in the morning. She needed a lie to say to her mother when she asked.
   ‘Oh, I smacked into a wall when I was texting someone.’
   ‘I’m not even sure, I think I fell off my bed last night...’
   The lies she could tell flooded her thoughts, forgetting where she was for a moment, before
the raspy voice of Drogan entered her mind. “Open your eyes, Dany.” This time, she obeyed and opened them. He was closer this time, her face feeling his warm breath that smelt of cigarettes and alcohol.
   “Yes, good. I want to see those beautiful hazel eyes of yours. The ones identical to
mine.”
   Daenerys shivered yet again, already hating her own eyes now. He made her hate everything
about herself when he touched her. Those long slender fingers that trailed against her
porcelain skin.
   She felt like she was going to vomit.
   His hand trailed to her collarbone, moving her hair away from her neck, exposing herself
even more. His fingertips traced small patterns around her neck, giving her stomach more
disgust.
   She hated him. She hated that he was her brother, and antisocial freak who took advantage
of people when they were at their worst. But Drogan didn’t just take advantage of her, it was like he was enjoying her unease. Like her feelings of disgust gave him pleasure. Pleasure that he shouldn’t feel from a sibling.
   It was like he wanted her to be miserable. To feel him wipe away her pulchritude and
kindness.
   “Just relax, alright?” His voice should of exemplified reassurance, but instead, it just
came out uncomfortable.
   “I’m relaxed,” she lied.
   “Good, good. Tonight is going to be fun, won’t it?”
   Daenerys had to bite down on her tongue to stop her from saying no, because that would earn her another slap. And she hated feeling pain. “Yes, it will be.” She said instead.
   “I knew you wanted this.” 
   “You always know what I want.” A lump rose to her throat, making her fight the urge to gag.
She knew that she had to say what he wanted to hear in order to keep herself safe.
   He reached over and kissed her cheek, giving her cheek unwanted warmth. “Undress for me.”
   Daenerys knew what he was going to do to her. Anxiety poured into her system, making her heart race wildly in fear. If there was anything she feared the most, it was sex. Sex was something that teared her to her very core.
   Drogan knew that, but he still did it anyways. His grunts of pleasure would be a
reminiscent of evil to her.
   Daenerys’s hand moved to the bottom of her light white night gown that came just about to
her knees. She inched it up a little to her thighs, trying to stall it as much as possible.
   “Hurry up.”
   She took it off quickly, the silky fabric sliding against her stomach and down her arms. Heat flooded to her cheeks, making her even more uncomfortable than before. The only thing that
was on her was her underwear.
   “You have such a gorgeous body.” He whispered into her ear, and she clenched her jaw.
   She wanted to hit him. She wanted to tell him that she wanted him to die. She didn’t want
this. She would never want him.
   “What, no thank you?” He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, moonlight hitting the side of
his face.
   “Thank you,” she whispered.
   He moved more onto the bed, the bed shrieking in protest under his weight. His hands rested
on her thighs as he pulled himself up, moving her legs wider to make room for his slender body
to fit in. His body brushing against the inner side of her legs.
   She closed her eyes, wishing the nightmare to be over soon. But she knew this was only the
beginning. The night would still be young in his eyes, and so would she. There wasn’t anything
she could do about it other than let it happen.
   She hated being so vulnerable. She was like a slave under his command. 
   No way out, enslaved under his vision.

Author's Note

Gosh, Dorgan is such a creep.

Reviews

[Richard Rosado]

that guy needs help

[rae52]

creepy

[Larry Dyson]

yep...a real creap.