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kept for nearly four centuries.

But now Alexander knew and had been given the order to kill the last remaining descendants of the traitor. First, this son had had three daughters, who in turn had also each had several children. And so it had continued for three centuries. A huge family tree had been created. But luckily for the royal family, then came starvation, infant mortality, disease, poverty, and infertility, and only one branch of the family tree had remained.
    Now, there was only Elizabeth. 

And she, too, would soon meet her end. But first, he would play with her a little.

As Alexander entered his cellar, he stared around the room in confusion. It was empty. Only the meat hooks, still attached to the handcuffs, were creaking as they slowly turned on the ceiling. 

His long forgotten instincts stirred inside him. He could smell her scent, her arousal and her fear. She had panicked and somehow managed to escape. He hadn’t been expecting her to escape. Not for a moment.

He was clearly rusty.

He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent deep into his lungs. Yes, at the beginning she had been emitting strong currents of arousal, but then it had changed to sharp panic. Finally the scent of sweat, as she had struggled to release herself from her chains. Then directly at the door the scent of relief, mixed with fear and alertness.

Alexander had not thought he would have been able to determine her behaviour from the remains of her scent, but he could. Happy with himself, he turned to go, slowly up the stairs in search of a trace of her. She had run. Traces of her scent lingered in his hallway. She had gone up the steps to the second storey twice, but only come down again once.

She was still upstairs. 
    He walked along the hallway, trying out his senses that had lain dormant for so long. He could smell her increasing fear and followed the scent until he came to his bedroom. She was hiding in there. Alexander smiled to himself. The stupidest place conceivable this woman could have chosen.

He opened the door soundlessly and stayed standing in the door frame. Elizabeth was trying to climb out the window to safety.

He was by her in a second, pulling her back in by the legs as she kicked in vain. He carried her over to the bed. “Caught you,” he purred, kissing her naked, perfect, soft breasts.

She gasped in shock and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he was stronger than her, his instincts were clearer and sharper than ever. He could feel her soft, wonderful, innocent body in his arms and shuddered. His tailored clothing, for which he had paid a lot of money, suddenly seemed rough and prickly against her silky skin.

With a casual, shaky gesture, he put her down on the bed and began to undress himself.

Her eyes were growing larger as he looked at her, her instinct to flee was fading.

Yes, Alexander thought to himself. Elizabeth would enjoy this night. And she would not survive it.
    ~

Part 2
    Elizabeth

Elizabeth was not someone who begged. She didn’t beg for money or bread. When she was hungry, she found food. When she was thirsty, she found water. She didn’t rely on anyone but herself to survive.
    As she felt his knee push between her legs, her will to survive intensified. She was a small, innocent girl, but she had survived the poorhouse, had been able to sleep at night, even though she’d seen things most people would never have to see. This will to survive, this purely instinctive behaviour had protected her many times before from being taken by a man. 

She lived in London. She was a very young woman. She knew what it took to survive in this city.

Her hand automatically shot up. The blade flashed for a crazy moment in the flickering light of the fireplace. Her eyes saw the gleam, her brain couldn’t process the information. Instinct. The will to survive. The blade. Fear.

She stabbed. The metal penetrated his skin with a crunch, pushed into his flesh until it reached bone, drilled