It seemed that no matter how much she actually did get to sleep, she never got to rest. Even on the nights she wasn’t plagued by Moros, the implication that he might surface was enough to rack her in terror. And as the dark void wrapped itself around Mariah like a shroud, she felt an icy dread seep into her bones. The nightmare was returning, and she was helpless to resist it.

Her fur bristled, the silver markings around her eyes seeming to gleam in the palpable darkness. Every nerve ending in her body screamed, anticipating the inevitable violation that lay ahead. Her crimson coat prickled with sweat, obsidian and silver blotches matted against her emaciated form. The dread of Moros's presence consumed her, the very air around her seeming to twist and ripple with the weight of her impending doom.

She was trapped. Rendered helpless as her limbs were locked into place - held down to the flat of her back. Her fore paws were fixed into place, the tops of them held firmly against the ground on either side of her head by an invisible force. Her hind legs pulled as taught from her body as they could possibly be. Her chest and abdomen exposed, vulnerable. A chilling gust of wind swept across the void, causing her to shiver uncontrollably as the chill bit into her fur and skin.

The abyss was silent, save for the steady rhythm of her own heart hammering in her chest. The sound echoed around the oppressive darkness, each beat like a countdown to her inevitable torment. She tried to scream, but as usual, she had no voice.

"Mariah Mendacium"

As Mariah stirred in the ethereal realm, so too did the void, awoken from stillness like a spider alerted to the hapless thrashing of a fly in its web. Prey ensnared to its inevitable doom. As if a miasma of malice had settled over the abyss, a sudden heavy weight seemed to smother the air as something apparated out of the darkness as if it were manifested in it. A deep baritone chuckle, sinister and dark as the void itself rumbled out from everywhere and nowhere. And then came the soft click-click-clicking of claws, like someone walking across a sheet of ice or glass. From the darkness Moros appeared, striding leisurely up to the trapped fae with an air of superiority and dominance; he knew he was in control in his realm and she was his prisoner. A smug grin slowly crept its way across the brute's lips as pitch black eyes openly devoured Mariah's paralyzed form from tip to tail and every delicious inch in between. He could practically taste the fear and panic washing off of her, the smell of adrenaline heady on her natural scent.

"Well well well... What have the fates delivered to me tonight? If it isn't the lovely Mariah come to pay me a visit. How delightful!" Moros purred the last word out in rumbling tones while he drew near, coming right alongside the young fae. One giant paw lifted to rest on the soft crease of skin where her thigh and belly met, then ever so slowly ran his digits up along her slim stomach to just below her ribcage. All the while that sickeningly saccharine smile sat menacing on his muzzle. He wanted to feel her revulsion and hatred for him again. He wanted to feel her squirm and thrash against him. Fighting him like his helpless prey fighting for her life.

"You've been on my mind quite a bit lately, you know. The mysterious little Mariah, the oddity of my bloodline." Moros' spoke with an alluring voice meant to make her uncomfortable. He thrived on her unease and her terror. What would he do to her? What could he do to her? The unknown was terrifying when it could tear you apart. With his paw still resting on her abdomen, Moros turned and maneuvered his way down the length of her body, his claws extended to comb through the thin fur on her belly, raking dangerously against her tender skin. "I'm curious to know what makes you so different, Mariah. So weak, so frail..." Moros came to a stop between her outstretched hind legs, grinning with thinly veiled lecherous delight as his abyssal gaze roamed from her most intimate of parts up the length of her body to hold her gaze, his paw rested just above her pelvis. "What do you say we find out together, hmm?"

"Moros"

Mariah's heart seized as Moros emerged from the shadows, his massive form looming over her prone body. Those merciless black eyes raked across her exposed flesh, stripping away any shred of dignity or safety. She wanted to thrash, to fight, to flee - but her body remained frozen, locked in the icy grip of her own terror. She trembled uncontrollably as Moros's dark laughter echoed through the void, filling her with utter dread. She strained against the unseen bonds holding her down, desperate to break free, but it was futile. The demonic entity had complete control over her in this nightmarish realm, and with every breath she took, the shadows seemed to tighten around her like a vice.

Each click of his claws on the ground sent tremors through her core, resonating in her soul as if signaling the beginning of her suffering. Mariah’s mind raced, grappling with the suffocating sense of despair that threatened to overwhelm her. The knowledge that this was a dream was no comfort; it felt visceral, tangible, more real than any waking moment. She could almost feel the weight of the darkness pressing down on her chest, squeezing out hope and filling her with an intoxicating dread.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely a tremor amid the oppressive silence. It was a plea she knew he would relish, the sound of her submission filling him with delight- she could see it on his face. Mariah felt her heart race, understanding the cruel game he played—a predator savoring the moment before the hunt. She couldn’t help but shudder at the intimate touch, nausea churning in her gut. This wasn't real, she desperately tried to remind herself. It was just a nightmare, a horrific figment of her own broken psyche. But as Moros's vile touch traced along her abdomen, the sensation sparked a terror that was more real than any she had been subjected to before. A scream clawed at her throat, silenced by the looming darkness enveloping her, suffocating the vessel of her voice. She could almost convince herself of safety, to believe that waking life awaited just beyond the veil of this torment—but every whisper of Moros's taunts grounded her more firmly in her despair, anchoring her to the abyss.

Mariah's mind reeled at Moros' words, her blood running cold at the implication. Bloodline? The thought that she could be connected to this monstrous entity in any way filled her with revulsion and despair. But of course … she had already thought this monster resembled her father. Perhaps she had always known. Mariah's stomach churned with nausea, bile rising in her throat at his insinuation. The idea that she shared any connection to this vile creature was abhorrent, yet a terrible certainty settled over her like a shroud. Those pitch-black eyes, that cruel smile—how could she deny the twisted thread woven between them? Each heartbeat resonated in her ears, a frantic drum signaling both fear and a desperate resolve. Mariah strained against the invisible bonds constricting her, every ounce of her being screaming for liberation.

Mariah's heart hammered against her ribs, every fiber of her being recoiling from Moros' invasive touch. His claws raked through her fur, tracing lines of dread across her vulnerable flesh. She wanted to scream, to beg, to plead for mercy—but the words died in her throat, swallowed by the suffocating darkness. As Moros loomed between her forcibly extended legs, Mariah felt that wave of nausea crash over her in another round. His abyssal gaze bore into her, stripping away any pretense of dignity or control. She was utterly at his mercy, a helpless pawn in his twisted game. The weight of his paw above her pelvis sent shudders of revulsion through her body, every instinct screaming at her to flee, to fight, to do anything to escape this nightmare.

But there was no escape. No matter how desperately she strained against her invisible bonds, Mariah remained trapped, frozen in a hell of her own making. Tears stung her eyes as despair clawed at her heart. She knew what was coming, the inevitable violation that would shatter her very being. "No more," she gasped, desperation lacing her voice, but it sounded like a whisper drowned in the void. Mariah's mind raced, searching for a flicker of hope, for any thread that could tether her back to reality. Yet even as she sought to mentalize the horror away, the truth bled through each thought—this was her prison.

"Mariah Mendacium"