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*Fight for freedom
Demonia ran as fast as her legs carried her. She ran as fast as her heart beat within her chest. She ran as long as fear strangled her senses.
Demonia started to slow down once the trees fell behind her, her surroundings opening up to her invitingly. Demonia stopped, now standing on an open cliff. She walked to the edge, looking down to see what laid beneath her. She looked down to even more trees and under-brushes, the river cutting harshly through its terrain. She sighed heavily, catching her breath as calmly as she could. Benvolio was sure to be close behind her. She stood, catching her breath for several more seconds before walking back from the edge. She then stood still as she looked warily at the cliffside. She had no choice; she either needed to climb down, or jump down.
"And what exactly do you think your about to do?" came the cold words of her predator, a flash of metal to follow as she turned towards the voice.
In a flash, Demonia had her own sword wielded and it held the blade of her husband's at bay. It was clear that it was Benvolio who had the upperhand from their positions they stood; his was way more calm and controlled.
"Ben, dont you have somewhere else you need to be?" Demonia gritted and she pushed him off her, he landing gracefully feet in front of him.
"I need to be beside you, my demonita." he smiled cruelly.
"Youre a sick, twisted f*ck" Demonia swore with a frown, her eyes narrowing in anger.
"Come here to me now, you stupid little b***h." he frowned, his eyes promising her pain as he took a step towards her.
She backed up one step, two steps. He gave her a smug smile, as if daring her to continue. With a haughty scoff, Demonia turned, diving off the cliff.
"Demonia!" Benovolio yelled angrily, running and jumping off the cliffside himself. Demonia only had time to turn her head before she felt the brash fingers of her husband bunch in her hair. Benvolio acted quick, taking his sword and thrusting it into the cliffside, fighting gravity and he came to a skidding halt. Demonia cried out in pain as his fingers remained in her hair, he yanking her upwards with him to slow the momentum even further. Her free hand shot up to brace his wrist, trying to null the pain of his grasp in her hair. They soon came to a stop, the only sound to be heard now was the gravel falling below them. Benvolio gave a growl as he pulled her face level to him, giving her mean eyes.
"You just earned yourself punishment cadet." He whispered to her angrily
Demonia swore in defeat.
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