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“Helen!” His voice rose with anger I did not answer and, instead, whispered words of love to Paris, even though he could no longer hear therew ever louder and ordered the door shattered The soldiers roared back to life, violating e

I gave one last look at ed entry The soldiers turned the furniture barricade into rubble before pouring inside and a around me They watchedfor their leader

He strode through the opening, dressed in purple befitting his station and araze settled on me and then Paris He smirked to see the son of Troy bloodied and dead

“Come, Helen,” he ordered

I did not e

“Is it more punishment you desire? I’ve already laid waste to the city, all for you And now you would deny me what is mine?”

“I am not yours”

“You arepiece of rotting meat and come to me”

I felt his gaze, and the gazes of the savage de for me to obey I tenderly adjusted Paris’s head so he lay on the floor, and rose to own flowed out behind ht along with the doves

He s sure I was still as perfect as the day he bought iveness right then and there, prostrate myself and let hiain would I be his slave

The billowing fabric hid the dagger in ed the blade deep into my neck His smile faltered as I fell My heart’s blood rushed out in a torrent, assuring me a quick death

I hit the floor hard next to Paris His angelic visage was the last thing I saw as the darkness beckoned, taking me down into its cold embrace