Author’s Note: The following chapter, I consider is one of the best I have written so far. Proceed with caution, for there is content unsuitable for young readers. I have warned you.
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They were finally together. Michelle and Ryan were in a tight embrace, neither one wanting to let go. They just stood there in each others arms, not thinking of anything except each other. Tears rolled down each of their eyes, trickling into the shirts of one another. He finally had her. She finally had him. They were finally together.

The cloaked man led them down the dim corridor. At the end, was a pair of steel door with a series of combinations and locks. The man flew through the codes in a flash and unlocked the doors with a slight click. The doors slowly lumbered open, revealing a spacious room, lit by numerous florescent lights dotting the walls. At the end of the room sat a figure in a throne-like chair. He too was enshrouded in a black cloak. However, he proudly wore a silver crown, with a ruby encrusted into the front.

The three of them walked into the chamber.
“My Lord, here are the two you have seeked,” The man bowed down to the other on the throne.
“You have done well, Number 2. Go tell Number 1 that we are ready. We shall begin the process immediately,” the man on the throne ordered.
Bowing again, the cloaked man left in a furl of his cloak, shutting the door and leaving Ryan and Michelle in the room alone with the other.

“So, we meet at last Ms. Weirs,” the man started. This is getting ridiculous, Michelle thought, how does everyone know who we are? She was just about to open her mouth in retaliation when the man motioned for her to stop.
“It is foolish of you to not know why we know everything about you. Do you really think it is by chance that you have landed on our island? I should really say ‘his’ island because the island really belongs to him. Anyways, you have all been brought here for one purpose and one alone,” the man stated. “He has required payment. Being locked up for so long, he has longed for the taste of man-flesh. You will be sacrificed Ms. Weirs.”
Ryan and Michelle’s eyes both opened simultaneously in shock. Ryan was the first to come to his senses.
“Now wait just one minute,” he yelled angrily at the cloaked man, “You cannot do this! She doesn’t deserve to die! She hasn’t done anything to you, or anyone else for that matter!”
“Perhaps none that you can see, Ryan, but there is more to this person than meets the eye. Allow me to show you.” Ryan suddenly felt curiously dreamy. He turned to face Michelle, but could no longer see her for his vision all of a sudden became blurry. He felt her warm hands clasp on to his. Then he felt as if he was falling into an endless pit. The room around him vanished into darkness, and was replaced by a quaint little street in the snowy region of El Nath.

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Michelle walked down the lonely, snow-covered road. She grasped her fairy wand in her right hand and a mystic shield in the other. Her golden hair blew freely in the chilly breeze, and her sparkling blue eyes stood out amidst the blank whiteness of the snow. In the distance, Michelle could see indistinct figures battling Yetis and Pepes out in the mountains. She walked into an old in by the side of the road.

Shivering, Michelle took off her Dark Guiltian and sat down at a table. A barmaid served her a cup of steaming coffee. She took a deep whiff of the drink and smiled in satisfaction. Nothing like a good cup of coffee on a cold dreary day. She was just about to put the cup to her lips when the door opened again, blowing snow all over the floor. A man walked into the inn and spotted Michelle. He slowly sauntered up to her table and took a seat beside her. He wrapped his arm around her and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. She closed her eyes at the warmness. Without a word, he led her upstairs into a room. Michelle’s coffee still sat on the table, untouched.

The man opened the door to a small room on the second floor of the inn. There was a nice cozy fire already lit and a large bed with a single rose on it.
“A single rose for a single girl,” he whispered gruffly into her ears. Michelle smiled at the man sweetly, revealing a perfect set of dazzling white teeth.
“I love you Hariyama,” she cooed.
“I love you too Michelle,” he replied. Hariyama took her Dark Guiltian, Fairy Wand, and Mystic Shield from her hands, and placed them on the nightstand next to the bed. Then, he lifted Michelle up, grinning broadly, and placed her on the bed. She kneeled up and pulled Hariyama down to her. Then, slowly as if in a trance, the two lovers entangled themselves.

Michelle felt Hariyama’s strong arms wrap around her body. His rough and worn hands came up to her neck. Slowly, they undid the buttons to her Dark Moonlight. She let her clothes slide down her body, revealing everything to him. She kissed Hariyama on the lips and embraced his body, feeling his heat. Hariyama kissed her neck and unhurriedly worked his way down her body. Michelle closed her eyes in pleasure. Everything was in place. She was ready.

I love you Hariyama.
I love you too Michelle.

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Slowly, the world refocused upon Ryan. He felt Michelle’s hand let go of his own. With tears of anger and sadness alike, he brought himself with great pain to look at Michelle. Her tears streamed down her eyes and splattered upon the cold, bare floor. She slowly backed away from him, trembling and sniffling at the same time. How could this happen? He asked himself in rage. This cannot have happened, it just can’t have. Michelle and I were meant to be together! Why is this happening?

Ryan found his salty tears flowing down his cheeks all the same. The silence was broken by sobs. Then the man spoke.
“What is purpose, Ryan? You believe your purpose in this world is to find Michelle and start a life together. You believe that because you have met Michelle, you have fulfilled your purpose. You know what I believe? I believe that all of this is true. I believe you and Michelle were meant to be. I believe that Michelle regrets making that decision so rashly and whimsically. I believe that now, you do not care though. I believe that you do not care what I am saying. I believe you are not even listening to me. I believe you want her to die now. I believe that with all of you heart, you long to see Michelle in the fiery pits of hell.”
Ryan looked one last time at Michelle and whispered, “Yes, I wish that.”
“No!” screamed Michelle amidst her sobs, “Please Ryan, I didn’t mean to! I was stupid Ryan! Stupid! Please, don’t let it end like this! Please! I beg of you, Ryan, don’t leave me, don’t leave me-”
“AND YOU THINK I AM SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT? AFTER WHAT WE BOTH JUST WITNESSED? DO YOU THINK I AM STUPID? GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME YOU B****!” Michelle whimpered and crumbled to the floor. She covered her eyes with her hands and wept.

“Get her out of my sight,” Ryan muttered ferociously.
“As you wish,” replied the man, “Number 3, take her to the Sacrificial Chamber. We will start immediately.” A man walked in, took Michelle in his hands, and led her down a set of staircases at the side of the room. She did not resist at all.

“Ryan,” the man on the throne said turning back to Ryan, “You will watch her as we go through with this.” Together, the man and Ryan lumbered down the stairs to the fiery pits of hell.

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PS: I cried as I wrote this chapter. You may not have felt what I was feeling, but I hope you will someday know what I am going through right now.