Cirque des Damnes 2

Here is the sequel of Cirque des Damnes, Carmen gets entwined with a mysterious boy and things get heated up as it soon becomes her greatest obsession and passion. Is she going to lose herself? Plus, you get to see her past life and why she is what she is. Enjoy! --KatDon 

“Are you new in the system?” asked Jonah. “Yeah, just about.” Said a young man. “We have an assignment that might help you. You’ll thank us soon enough.” replied Trevor. “You…guys are very kind.” The guy said. “That’s what we are, we’re build up on niceness.” Jonah answered. It seemed like it was an erotic dream: Jonah inclined his head and lip-locks with Carmen’s wobbling mouth. Jonah tug her lip with his teeth and mouth gently. He was using just the tip of the tongue wet the lips with a slightly controlled movement. When the moment feels right, he slowly insert the tip of the tongue into the mouth and then pull back slightly as though the mouths are mirroring the act of intercourse. He repeats this motion with a regular rhythm to build anticipation and increase the level of desire. Jonah hesitates momentarily to allow the other person to repeat the motions while softly nibble the lips, gently licking and biting the curves on the upper lip, moving to the corners of the mouth and just below the bottom lip. Also, he sucks on the lips, one at a time, and slowly and slightly firmly sucks and releases the tongue. Carmen passed out and found herself in front of Trevor who was grinding his body against Carmen’s body as he gyrated and his pleasurable moaning was whimpered. He rumpled softly his lips closed and swiftly covers her face, seize the lips of the lover between her teeth and by every breath sip them, without biting them yet. His lips juicily exploring the mouth, tongue and teeth. He exfoliate the lips regularly to ensure they are smooth and maybe even use a small amount of flavored lip chap to make the lips soft and tasty. His body pressed the body slowly but firmly towards one another, then release a little and repeat in response to the speed of the kissing to heighten pleasure levels. He places the palm of one hand at the back of the neck and softly tousles the hair with his fingers, while also caressing the neck. The other hand can rest firmly but gently on the side of the face, moving to stroke the jaw line and neck. Moments later; Carmen was shaken with ecstasy and slowly smiling to herself. Later there was filmed found footage of Carmen who is in a green kimono with cherry blossoms on it and her hair in an up-do. She begins to sing: “The world seems not the same, though I know nothing has changed. It's all my state of mind, I can't leave it all behind. I have stand up to be stronger.....I have to try, to break free from the thoughts in my mind. Use the time that I have, I can't say goodbye, have to make it right....Have to fight, cause I know in the end it's worthwhile, that the pain that I feel slowly fades away. It will be alright....Sparkling angel, I believed, You were my savior--In my time of need. Blinded by faith, I couldn't hear...All the whispers...The warnings so clear...I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door. There's no escape now, No mercy no more. No remorse 'cause I still remember...The smile when you tore me apart....You took my heart, Deceived me right from the start. You showed me dreams, I wished they would turn into real. You broke the promise, And made me realize...It was all just a lie....Could have been forever, Now we have reached the end...This world may have failed you, It doesn't give you reason why. You could have chosen, A different path of life...Lost in the darkness, hoping for a sign. Instead there is only silence, Can't you hear my screams? Never stop hoping, Need to know where you are. But one thing is for sure, You're always in my heart. I'll find you somewhere, I'll keep on trying until my dying day. I just need to know whatever has happened, The truth will free my soul....Despite the lies that you're making, Your love is mine for the taking. My love is, Just waiting, To turn your tears to roses. Despite the lies that you're making, Your love is mine for the taking. My love is, Just waiting, To turn your tears to roses. I will be the one that's gonna hold you, I will be the one that you run to. My love is, A burning, consuming fire...No, You'll never be alone! When darkness comes, I'll light the night with stars--Hear the whispers in the dark...No! You'll never be alone.  When darkness comes, you know I'm never far, Hear the whispers in the dark...” She paused and whispered, “Carmen is a bitch and then you die!” She screamed loudly as Jonah jumped back. Carmen giggled and walked away. Later; Carmen is wore a beautiful black satin corset with pleated edging around collar and bust. The corset is made with steel boning, 4 layers of strong fabrics, metal grommets and satin lacing, and removable front modest panel. The black organza high low ruffle skirt has short inner lining and elastic waistband. The second pictures shows of Carmen in a tie on side bustles in matching black satin. Her outfit consists of a bustier with golden sequins, a red corset, a ruffled black leather vest, long red and black striped gloves, and black cage skirt. The third picture where Carmen wore a teal floral dress and a dark blue cardigan. And fourth, Carmen wore a gray trench coat, a short-sleeved black, sequined mini dress, black sunglasses, gloves, leggings, blonde wig and a black flower hat with tulle hairpiece. There is another picture of Carmen who is now has long, wavy, side-swept brown hair and wore a beautiful corset was taken from an original 19th century design. It is made from a heavy ivory satin. All the seams are boned with steel rods. The front fastens with a steel busk fastener and the back laces up with strong corset tape through metal eyelets. The top edge of the corset is trimmed with a very pretty deep lace. This is an extremely rigid corset, the satin is backed with a heavy cotton canvas and the waist reinforced with strong tapes. There is a wide modesty panel underneath the back eyelets, so the corset can be laced open. She wore shorts that were striped woven jacquard fabric and contrast matt black fabric waistband. The waistband has an elegantly curved U shape at the front and the skirt is ruched with black ribbons and finished with a pleat and braided tape at the hem. A couple of years later, Carmen were spellbound by the city she was in. In the chaos; Jonah was falling and Carmen went after him! Carmen stopped Jonah as she said, “You can’t! You’ll die; you have to leave for now! I know how you feel but don’t worry, I will help you but please Jonah…Please be calm.” And comforts him. During the trash picking; Carmen pulled out a handkerchief, waving it around dramatically. “Oh, I’m a fair maiden. Sure, I’m a princess, locked away in a tower. Help me, O help me my brave and handsome knight…” She said in a mock tone but the handkerchief swooped from her hand. Carmen gasped, “DAMMIT!!!” She said as she went after the handkerchief while grunting and cursing. Just then, someone seized it and Carmen stops in her tracks. She stood up to see a handsome, kind young man that looked weary. “Yours, I believe.” He said. Carmen gasps softly. She blushed and realizes who it was--Trevor. But Trevor doesn’t recognize her! That’s when there was a lot of chaos going on and then Jonah discovers something, “I see you’ve returned, Jonah darling. I hope you don’t mind me saying this; I want your ‘love’ and your revenge. You interest me, I’ll be watching over you. Sincerely Carmen Ironheart.” Jonah glanced over at Carmen with a suspicious look. Within the crowd; she wore a uniform and an armband. Her hair is now slightly longer, wavy and had no bangs. She later wore a short strapless dress with a wrap skirt, long white fingerless gloves and a white headpiece with white feathers. She also wore a dark green cloak and her hair piled on top of her head. In the meantime; she was dressed in a long, white, vintage nightgown with cap sleeves, light pink-colored seams in the chest that have flower patterns on them, a hot pink bow about 6 inches tall at the center back and what appears to be black socks. She also holds an old lantern in her hand. The next day; Carmen wears a beige leotard under a burgundy ruffled fabric that covers her chest and backside, leaving her midriff exposed with several strings hanging from it and a burgundy feathered headpiece. She wore around her necklace of a silver plated chain and hardware, glitter standard role playing dice. Jonah and Trevor saw her as they try to run however Carmen follows behind! Smiling slowly, Carmen squealed as she struck Jonah with the needle, Jonah felt the effects as he collapsed. A few moments later after staring at his unconscious body; Carmen caressed his gentle face as well as his body of his shoulders and chest—even the area of his hips. Jonah’s eyes fluttered open and gasped to see Carmen over him. Jonah utters shaky breaths as he tried to move but Carmen stops him. “You can’t. The effects of the tranquilizer won’t your limbs move for another few hours but you’ll get to move again soon.” She explained with a dark look in her eyes. Jonah snivels softly while Carmen strokes his hair as she whispered to him: “So sweet…You are so cute and sweet…So good….Why can’t anyone be like…you?” Carmen inclined her head and lip-locks with Jonah’s wobbling mouth. She felt dominating but Jonah felt so tortured yet small while Carmen tug his lip with her teeth and mouth gently. Carmen was using just the tip of the tongue wet the lips with a slightly controlled movement. When the moment feels right, slowly insert the tip of the tongue into the mouth and then pull back slightly as though the mouths are mirroring the act of intercourse. She repeats this motion with a regular rhythm to build anticipation and increase the level of desire. She hesitates momentarily to allow Jonah to repeat the motions or use their own preferred movements, noticing the speed and intensity. She softly nibble the lips, gently licking and biting the curves on the upper lip, moving to the corners of the mouth and just below the bottom lip. Also, she sucks on the lips, one at a time, and slowly and slightly firmly suck and release the tongue. Then, she pulled away with saliva trickling from Jonah’s mouth and Carmen moved onto Trevor. Trevor panics as he tries to get away but he takes his dagger and pierced into Carmen’s shoulder blade. Carmen moaned and then she did the same thing. Trevor groaned in agony, he loosened his panic state as Carmen planted her lips against his mouth. Carmen grinded her body against Trevor’s body as she gyrated and blood spurts from Lennox’s shoulder and Carmen’s pleasurable moaning was muffled. Carmen rumpled softly her lips closed and swiftly covers his face, seize the lips of his between her teeth and by every breath sip them, without biting them yet. Her lips juicily exploring the mouth, tongue and teeth. She exfoliate the lips regularly to ensure they are smooth and maybe even use a small amount of flavored lip chap to make the lips soft and tasty. Her body press the body slowly but firmly towards one another, then release a little and repeat in response to the speed of the kissing to heighten pleasure levels. She places the palm of one hand at the back of the neck and softly tousle the hair with her fingers, while also caressing the neck. The other hand can rest firmly but gently on the side of the face, moving to stroke the jaw line and neck. While kissing; Carmen moved Trevor's hands can also move to massage, squeeze and caress the breasts, just under the breast bone, abdomen, thighs and pulling her body in closer to achieve a more intimate contact. Pulling the hair at the roots to gently tilt the head back can also be an erotic way to increase pleasure. Her breathing is synchronizing as she inhales and exhales with approximately the same depth, adjusting the breathing as the kissing intensifies to shorter more rapid breaths. When it was all over; Trevor and Jonah found out that it was Carmen, who invited them separately at different times so they went.  Later; Carmen greeted Jonah and stared in his eyes. “You look beautiful, Carmen.” Jonah said, touching her cheek. Carmen blushed, “Not as beautiful as you.” She flirted. “I’m flattered.” Jonah said with a chuckle. In the meantime; Carmen pokes his cheeks softly. “You wanna play?” She said in a sultry voice. Jonah looked at her funny, “What?” He said. Just then, Carmen gently pushes him onto his back and she'd grab onto his skin while massaging it. Jonah moans out inaudibly and arches his back. “Oh~!” He whispered. She'd keep squeezing his flesh more nodding at him. Jonah continues moaning and starts grinding his hips. “Ah~!” He breathed. Carmen lifts his shirt over and kissing his pale skin softly. She roughly massages the sides of his body between each lick and grabs onto the base of his abs squeezing him as she sucks on him harder. Jonah moans out loudly and arches his back again while Carmen moans too. She gently grabs onto his leg lifting it while kissing at him and she bites into his thigh sucking hard, on it. “So frail you are.......mmmmmm…” Carmen said. Jonah gasps and moans again, “F-frail?” He asked. “Mmmmm....yes frail.....We'll have to do something about that, won't we?” Carmen said with a smile on her face. Carmen then said, "Maybe like this." She leans over and bites him. Carmen shivers with pleasure, she moans louder and holds onto him tightly. Jonah moans out loudly, body quivering a bit, “Ahhh~” He gasped. Jonah moans loudly, her body quivering as she caved in, spraying blood all over her hand. “Ahhh~” Carmen moaned. Afterwards; Trevor approached Carmen, “Carmen…” Trevor gasped. Carmen turned around and grinned, “Trevor, you came.” She said. Then; Carmen smirks when she strips his clothes a little and gets closer to him, then she places one of her fingers over his exposed skin and rubs them. “Such a naughty boy... I like it.” She moves her finger between his cut above the crotch area as she moves her head closer to the scar. “So horny... it seems you can’t wait, do you?” She puts the tip of her tongue between his bleeding skin and licks them and rubs is. “Mmmmmm…” Carmen moves her tongue in circles as she introduces her tongue deeper inside him. “Oh~ so delicious... there is nothing better than a juicy wound from a filthy boy.” She said. Trevor writhes with pleasure and rolls his eyes back. “Mmmmm~ I might do it... I love this tasty, juicy, wet warm wound. I may get addicted to it.” She starts to lick his cut and uses one finger to stimulate his wet and bleeding wound as she enjoys the feeling of it on her. “Naughty boys like you need to be punished here……Such a boy toy you are... but guess what? I love it.” Carmen said. Trevor could feel this was wrong but he didn’t care. In the present, Carmen woke up from the dream in ecstasy and panted but she smiled to herself as she was getting ready. During this time, she thought about her past: In her past life around 12 years old; Carmen Ironheart had woken up in the middle of the night and went to get a glass of water when she thought she heard her mother crying. So Carmen took a look and saw something that shocked her: Her mother in scantily clad leather while being dominant over by her father who was wearing a revealing body suit. 12 year old Carmen was horrified as she tried to flee but her parents caught her! Carmen begs them, promising them that she wouldn’t tell anyone however to her horror, she was involved in a world that she hated—Bondage, dominant, sadism and masochism. For these past few years; Carmen was subjected to kinky activities: Tied up, ball gags, burns and rope as well as whips on her delicate complexion. There was vile sex acts including cunninglingus on her vestal womanhood by her parents as well as their partners. In her mind, Carmen thought this was abuse and the sex acts were a representation to monsters and violence. The tying up and orgasm cries were like sobbing and torments, the vile arousing undertakings were like a way of her to be force to enjoy it by what she saw was consumption. If she was a bad girl, Carmen would be punished with humiliation, breast bondage torture and called many things: Slut, cunt, cumbucket and cum sucking bitch. If she was a good girl, Carmen was greatly rewarded. But then, she came to her breaking point after escaping from a horrendous orgy and was found by a concerned neighbor lady who took her. After telling the story; the neighbor lady was shocked so she showed Carmen her collection of old asylum methods, thus Carmen got her revenge against her parents by drugging them and subjecting them to leeches, electric shock therapy, hatchets, scalpels and lobotomy. She also bites them as she sees oral sex as violent metaphor and uses biting as a way to inflict her pleasure of vengeance upon her abusive parents and their partners in her own BDSM! 

It was a Victorian style dinner party was a grand, flamboyant and opulent affair.  Picture if you will an endless procession of soups, fish, meats, salads, vegetables, puddings, ices, meringues and pastries served on exquisitely decorated china and serving dishes and a dining table heavily decorated with flowers, ferns and stands of fruit and decorated cakes. All these courses and decorations made formal dinner tables just like in the Victorian era very cluttered, but each piece of silver, china and glassware had its appointed place. All stemware required throughout the meal would be placed on the table beforehand; a top row would consist of, from left to right; a water glass, a glass for burgundy, a glass for another wine type, then a champagne glass. The bottom row would have a green glass for sauterne on the far left, then a sherry glass and a red glass for Rhine wine. China was usually white or cream with a line of colour or gilding near the rim, or the crest or monogram, or both, of the host in a medallion or circle at the side. As many as eight knives and eight forks could be expected to be placed on the table; a fish fork, a dinner fork and even an ice cream fork.  Individual knives were used for butter, cheese, game, roast and fruit, each accompanied by its own knife rest. Serviettes folded to look like crowns with a bread roll placed in the centre, but these are a fairly pedestrian shape.  More elaborate folding of napkins resulted in complicated shapes from the natural world, such as that of a swan.  Elaborate stands of fruit and shell-shaped containers holding foliage decorate the table setting.  Dishes of celery, olives or radishes filled the remaining space on a table as well as other items such as berry bowls, butter dishes, cruets, salt cellars, spoon holders, ice water sets, branched ornamental centerpieces, honey dishes, decanters and cake stands.  Compotiers holding an assortment of little cakes frequently stood next to the stands of fruit.  Exotic fruits and flowers were favoured as decoration, as these could transform a plain table from furniture into a garden paradise and transport diners from cold, rainy weather to warmer, brighter climes. Just like in the 18th century; Victorian dinner parties were opportunities to show one’s affluence and style and sometimes a hostess would choose a theme. Carmen's table and chairs were black, her tablecloth white with black candleholders, white crockery, cutlery painted white, white napkins and black finger bowls.  Even the food was black and white – there was sole, with blackened skin still on, black mushrooms and blackened baked pumpkin in white sauce.  No red wine was served, only white. Ices, with licorice sauce were served as dessert.  Her guests raved about the novelty and audacity of the event! Dinner itself, consisting of multiple courses, was a protracted affair.  Plenty of time was needed between each course to permit each guest to rest and digest before the next course.  One was inclined towards walls of Pompeiian red or deep olive with a dado or frieze, these should be in old gold, olive or moss green, as could be the wainscoting on the walls and ceiling. Pompeiian red or soft olive were recommended for draperies and dark woods. A buffet usually stood in a corner of the room for the display of decorated china or ceramics and a sideboard should be of high, massive style with shelves and racks for glassware and china. Carmen is lighting would be a good investment, particularly crystal-shaded wall lights with brass fittings.  Table lamps too at different levels to the wall lights, would help bathe the room in a soft warm light.  A chandelier hanging from the ceiling however, would be the piece de resistance, opulence with which it is hard to compete.  Palm trees in jardinieres placed on small tables along with ornate picture frames would complete the Victorian effect without cluttering the room significantly.  One wants to enjoy dinner in the dining room, not spend excessive amounts of time dusting and cleaning it. The costumes are appropriately sumptuous; and has swirls of high-fashion color and the quieter, candlelighted tones of the court. The palace is a place with an aura and a power of its own, with an almost mystical ability to warp the lives of those who, by accident or choice, come to dwell on its grounds. Carmen is, at first, very much an outsider, summoned from her life and welcomed into a world of rigorously observed, often ridiculous forms. Her chaperon who seems to have had extra tendons added to her neck for the role. The comtesse’s job is to instruct Carmen in the protocol, and she is only one of several figures who shuffle into the princess’s line of sight every now and then to offer scolding, advice and instruction. Carmen has a spark of mischief and an extravagant sense of style. The mingling of private matters with affairs of state is a hallmark of this kind of monarchy, and in the analogies to modern celebrity culture are simultaneously clear and subtle. Carmen’s life is one of obscene entitlement, her headstrong, spirited individualism to the strictures of her role as a countess. She is profligate and self-indulgent, yes, impetuously ordering up shoes, parties and impromptu trips. She breaks with tradition by applauding at the opera, and then appears onstage herself. She turns a royal retreat into a kind of V.I.P. room, where she drinks, gardens, reads and plays shepherdess. These activities have often been mocked and were the source of scandal and outrage. In the present; Carmen started a bath with bubbles, turn on the music player which has herself singing songs she used to sing and stepped into the bath: “I have sailed the world, Beheld its wonders. From the Dardanelles, To the mountains of Peru, But there's no place like London! No, there's no place like London...You are young...Life has been kind to you...You will learn. There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, And the vermin of the world inhabit it. And its morals aren't worth what a pig would spit, And it goes by the name of London...At the top of the hole sit a privileged few, Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo. Turning beauty to filth and greed...I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders, For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru, But there's no place like London! There was a barber and his wife, And she was beautiful...A foolish barber and his wife. She was his reason and his life...And she was beautiful, And she was virtuous. And he was naive. There was another man who saw, That she was beautiful...A pious vulture of the law, Who, with a gesture of his claw, Removed the barber from his plate! Then there was nothing but to wait! And she would fall! So soft! So young! So lost--And oh, so beautiful! There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, And it's filled with people who are filled with sh*t, And the vermin of the world inhabit it….There was a barber and his wife, And he was beautiful. A proper artist with a knife, But they transported him for life, And he was beautiful. Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker. What was his crime? Foolishness. He had this wife, you see--Pretty little thing, Silly little nit, Had her chance for the moon on a string. Poor thing...Poor thing...There was this Judge, you see--Wanted her like mad, Every day he'd send her a flower. But did she come down from her tower? Sat up there and sobbed by the hour. Poor fool! Ah, but there was worse yet to come, poor thing! The Beadle calls on her, all polite--Poor thing, poor thing. The Judge, he tells her, is all contrite! He blames himself for her dreadful plight, She must come straight to his house tonight! Poor thing, poor thing! Of course, when she goes there, Poor thing, poor thing, They're havin' this ball all in masks! There's no one she knows there, Poor dear, poor thing! She wanders, tormented and drinks, Poor thing! 'The judge has repented', she thinks--Poor thing'--Oh, where is Judge Turpin?' she asks. He was there, alright, Only not so contrite! She wasn't no match for such craft, you see, And everyone thought it so droll. They figured she had to be daft, you see--So all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see! Poor soul! Poor thing!....Pretty women.....Fascinating...Sipping coffee....Dancing...Pretty women, are a wonder. Pretty women! Sitting in the window or standing on the stair. Something in them cheers the air, Pretty women. Silhouetted...Stay within you....Glancing...Stay forever...Breathing lightly...Pretty women...Pretty women! Blowing out their candles, Combing out their hair, Then they leave--Even when they leave you and vanish, they somehow still can remain...Are there, they're there….Green finch and linnet bird, Nightingale, blackbird...How is it you sing? How can you jubilate sitting in cages? Never taking wing? Outside the sky waits--Beckoning, beckoning just beyond the bars. How can you remain staring at the rain? Maddened by the stars? How is it you sing anything? How is it you sing? Nothing's gonna harm you, Not while I'm around. Nothing's gonna harm you, darling, not while I'm around. Demons are prowling everywhere....Nowadays. I'll send them howling, I don't care--I got ways. No one's gonna hurt you, No one's gonna dare. Others can desert you, not to worry, whistle, I'll be there. Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while...But in time....Nothing can harm you, Not while I'm around….Sanctus Espiritus redeem us from our solemn hour! Sanctus Espiritus insanity is all around us! Sanctus Espiritus! Sanctus Espiritus! Sanctus Espiritus! In my darkest hours I could not foresee, That the tide could turn so fast to this degree...Can't believe my eyes, How can you be so blind? Is the heart of stone, no empathy inside? Time keeps on slipping away and we haven't learned, So in the end now what have we gained? Sanctus Espiritus, redeem us from our solemn hour! Sanctus Espiritus, insanity is all around us! Sanctus Espiritus, is this what we deserve, Can we break free from chains of never-ending agony?....The world seems not the same, though I know nothing has changed. It's all my state of mind, I can't leave it all behind. I have stand up to be stronger. I have to try to break free, from the thoughts in my mind. Use the time that I have, I can't say goodbye, have to make it right. Have to fight, cause I know in the end it's worthwhile, that the pain that I feel slowly fades away. It will be alright.....Sparkling angel, I believed. You were my savior, in my time of need. Blinded by faith, I couldn't hear. All the whispers, the warnings so clear. I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door. There's no escape now, no mercy no more. No remorse 'cause I still remember, the smile when you tore me apart...You took my heart, deceived me right from the start. You showed me dreams, I wished they would turn into real. You broke the promise, and made me realize....It was all just a lie...Say hello to the night, let order and chaos fill your eyes. Brave the fear in your mind, walk into the afterlight. Afterlight. Afterlight. Afterlight. Afterlight....The colors fly like gold in my hands. With open eyes, I'm starting again. Before you go, I think you should know---The world is your kaleidoscope.....This ship has crashed, we burn down the past...Like ghost-drifted ash. Your photograph, is all that will last...There's no turning back. Now I'm all alone, the future unknown. Got nowhere to go....But I'll survive, the loneliest nights, won't give up the fight....Through the void, through the void, through the endless void! I'll march on and on and on and on without you! Hear the voice, hear the voice, of the hearts destroyed! I'll march on and on and on and on without you! And I'll keep singing our song, 'till tomorrow....” After cleaning herself for awhile; Carmen was in the bath, she crossed her legs while musing in her own thoughts. “How’s the temperature?” asked the comtesse, interrupting her thoughts. “Perfect, madame. It smells wonderful.” Carmen said with a content sigh. She wiped the foggy window and looked out to see beautiful scenery. “My, with scenery like this, there’s nothing for me to look forward for me than taking baths. Once in a while, it would be nice to have a little scandal and drama around here. I need some excitement.” She said. “Don’t forget about the dinner party, you don’t want to be late do you?” The comtesse reminded. “Yes m’lady, I haven’t forgotten.” Carmen replied. Later changing into trying on clothes and picking a good one; Carmen drives to the mansion for the lavish party there. She exited the car, close the door and locked her car, she walked up to the front door as she entered the party which was in full swing of people talking, drinks of champagne being served and music. While walking around; Carmen looked to see a familiar female face, “Oh Sinead! I’ve been looking all over for you! Thought you weren’t going to make it.”  Sinead smiled calmly, “I’m here, aren’t I?” She retorted. From afar, girls were gossiping about her.  “God, I can’t stand Carmen Ironheart! Who does she think she is?! Marie Antoinette? Scarlett O’Hara?” One girl snapped. “What a primadonna, she gets what she wants. Bet she’s got boys all lovestruck and wrapped around her finger. She spends like mad and is blunderous.” Gossiped another girl. Carmen is bored but she is dancing behind the counter, her dancing feet as she is stuck behind a booth in her clothes. Later, Carmen was busy socializing with other people, laughing and talking however Carmen saw someone that caught her eye and turned to one of the girls. “Who’s that?” Carmen asked, pointing out the boy. The girl looks over, “Oh! That’s Arsha Capulet, a loner isn’t he? My, he’s a pretty boy and is affiliated with the Lady of War, Verbena Sinclair.” She explained. Carmen smiled, looking impressed. “Dashing, easy on the eyes.” She remarked. The girl nodded, “Yes, but he has quite a psychotic reputation. He’s considered dangerous.”  She said. But that was going to change as Carmen came to Verbena who was running a meeting and she decides to be formal. “My name is Carmen Ironheart, I like to request something.” Carmen said. “Anything, what is it?” said Verbena. “I’m a business lady who would like to invest in creating a project to help a foundation.” Carmen said. Verbena was surprised, “A foundation?” She asked. “Everyone here is proving who is the richest, and we’re talking of very competitive people here. And I am one of them, the foundation has to do with the rescue of the victims from the trafficking ring. I like someone to help me out with that.” Carmen said. “Do you see anyone of your particular interest?” Verbena asked. Nodding; Carmen looked around while walking as she said, “Looking…Looking….Still looking…” Then, she saw Arsha and smiled seductively while pointing him out. “Ah, found one.” Carmen said. The crowd gasps, Elrey Kilroy—one of Verbena’s trusted men--was confused. “For whom, m'lady?” He asked. Carmen pointed him out again, “Him. Mr. Arsha Capulet.” She said. “Arsha Capulet is an escort for Verbena Sinclair, madam. But I'm sure any of our great gentlemen would be proud to...” protested Elrey. “I said Arsha Capulet.” Carmen claimed. Elrey gives her a look. “He will not consider it, madam.” He said. Verbana gritted her teeth and exclaimed, “Oh, yes, he will!” Arsha stepped forward and raised his voice, “Yes, I will.” Carmen felt her lips curved into a smile. Arsha stared at her intensely, he has a disdained look that made Carmen feel luscious. The next hour later; the comtesse leaves the hall with intention of walking around the house. But before she can do this, Carmen calls her into a detached room. “M'lady!” The comtesse turned and saw her there, “Carmen my dear, what are you doing in here? What are you up to?” She said, approaching her. “I don't know about this, how much do I have to bear with these bastards?” Carmen muttered for the comtesse to hear. “Oh Carmen, don't say that!” The comtesse scolded. “They only care about is money, money, money!” Carmen ranted. “Not all of them!” The comtesse protested. “I DON'T KNOW THAT!!!!” Carmen exclaimed. The comtesse shushed her, “Shhh, keep your voice down.” She whispered. “They don't know a damn about me, why should they? They are so bound to their pristine lives so much that I want to stab them all to death, and then play around with their blood.” griped Carmen. “Don't talk like that, you don't hate them anyway. I don't see why you just don't leave the rich lifestyle madam.” The comtesse chided. “Because I want to fit in. Ugh!” Carmen growled. “Carmen, darling, you haven't forgotten what you're parents did to you. When they emotionally abused you as a child, then when you were a teenager...Those awful things....Oh god.” The comtesse replied calmly. “I know, I'm sorry. I'm just....Rich people can't treat others that aren't wealthy and see them as peasants. RICH PEOPLE ARE PEASANTS FOR ALL I CARE!!!!” screamed Carmen. “Calm down!” The comtesse begged. “I hate wealthy assholes till I die! I can't think of anything bad enough to call 'em...!” Carmen ranted. The comtesse sighed, “OK, just please contain yourself. Give yourself a minute to calm down and collect yourself.” She answered. She turned and walked out. Carmen grunted, she throws a vase to the wall in anger. She sank to the floor, hands seizing the strands of hair while she wept. Just then, she felt a shadow upon her. “Has the war started?” Arsha asked. Carmen was stunned, she turned around in shock to see him. “How long have you been listening? You’ve been there the entire time?” She demanded. Arsha looked at her, “Quiet enough to hear that.” He said. Carmen whirled around and stood up, “You crazy….” She stammered. “So, it’s true. You’re the daughter of a high class couple that abused their daughter in something of brutal foreplay….As you claim.” Arsha said. Carmen felt her heart in her throat, “How did you know that?” She whispered. “I’ve been listening.” Arsha stated. Carmen laughed a little, “Liar, there’s no way.” She said. “I heard you come down the stairs and muttering that, you got your parents arrested for the abuse you suffered with evidence. And they went away for life.”  Arsha stated. Carmen gasped, she couldn’t believe her ears. Arsha saw her vulnerability, then the psychotic sneer was beautifully enticing on his face. Carmen felt alarmed, her heart pounding in her chest while she uttered soft gasps from her rosy lips. She turned and glared at him, “You, sir, are no gentleman.” She rebuked. “And you, miss, are no lady.” Arsha said, his sneer faded. Carmen felt him behind her, Arsha’s hand touched her slender shoulders as his fingers running through her locks, he whispers in her ear: “You don’t know me, but I know what you are. You can’t escape me.” She gasped softly, he leers that crazy smirk he seems to like to put on a lot. Carmen turned and smiled alluring at him. She leaned over, her hand behind his head and whispers in his ear, “There’s a storm coming, you don’t know what’s at stake. You have no idea what I’m about, do you?” She pulled away and walks off however while she did so, Carmen saw Connor Vitus, Tedrick Hammond and Jenny Boleyn. Connor was almost like the leader, Tedrick seems to enjoy the destruction of the cruel world, his gleeful beautiful façade however Jenny was worrisome. She then senses an intruder until Carmen falls into a pool of icy cold water and nearly drowned until Arsha saved her, it was then Carmen’s body was nearly under normal temperature and place in a warm chamber to recover for warmer clothes, the heater and a toasty comforter. But Carmen kept saying Arsha’s name. Carmen was unconscious in her slumber coma but felt hands touching her hair, smoothing it and stroking it. Hands touching her face gently, her head nodded sideways slowly in her sleep. Carmen felt some sort of cold liquid against her wounded skin. She stirred in her sleep, hands slowly clenched slowly and bit her lip slowly in her coma. She arched her back in her back, convulsed around and her slender legs rose up a bit while Arsha sneers at her alluringly. It felt like a dream where Carmen woke up with gasps as she looked around while Arsha was beside her. Carmen was panicking however Arsha put a hand on her thigh. “Don’t be scared, I would never hurt you, OK? You’re not a bad person, I really think you are something better.” Arsha assured her. Carmen felt tears in her eyes, “Are you afraid I’m going to kill myself?” She asked. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” asked Arsha. He put a hand on her forehead, “You’re warm, Carmen.” He noted. She is biting her lip. For the rest of Carmen’s life, getting dressed would never be the private affair it had been before her extreme makeover — noblewomen would watch her put on her clothes in the morning and take them off at night, and squabble over the privilege of handing the queen her undergarments. But in two decades, the ceremonial toilette would be remaindered, as the country stripped their adopted queen of her finery again, and led her to the guillotine in a white shift, to pay the ultimate price for her failure to correctly gauge. Carmen felt free to chase butterflies in the palace gardens with young ladies from her entourage; to mock the dour old crones in the court; to snub scheming, well-connected ex-poule mistress, and to refuse to wear the torturously confining royal grand corps corset. She delighted and thrilled the curious public by taking up riding, wearing men’s breeches and a riding coat, and having a portrait of herself painted astride a rearing stallion. Carmen is scandalous party girl and also an extrovert social butterfly, a mother and a young lady of fashion who loved enjoying life to the fullest. She was known of her extravagant and very luxurious lifestyle, extrovert personality, she loved hanging out with her friends and having parties. Her love for fashion, enjoyments, indulgences, luxuries, parties and fun. She was the most scandalous party girl of her time no doubt about it – and also her extravagant taste in fashion created a style for whole new generations of young women to come.  But she was also just a bubbling personality who loved social life, enjoying life … and also spending lovely time in her idyllic countryside cottage. The palace is a huge palace with equally huge gardens, parks and lakes – and even countryside meadows and farm cottages are included in the palace’s area. Carmen learned to love and enjoy the extravagant, luxurious lifestyle of royals. She loved hanging out with her like-minded friends and indulging herself with priceless luxury gowns and fabrics, fashion designs made for her, delicacies, desserts and fine cuisine, amazing jewelry, gorgeous shoes and spa-type of treatments.  She used to sleep long, sometimes till midday. Most of all Carmen loved dressing her best and going out to social gatherings and parties of upper class, and, to deprave and wild masquerade parties. She went to those parties with her friends. Those masquerade parties of the upper class and royals that Carmen participated in, became famous nationwide for their sinful events, extravagant luxury, tables bending of delicacies, gourmet foods and champagne, indulgences and depraved, wild atmosphere--everything was allowed in those parties, including sexual encounters. The masquerade parties were full of upper class dressed in most luxurious, gorgeous, imaginative and extravagant gowns and costumes, jewelry decorated masks and jewelry. They were thrown in the Cirque des Damnes – the gorgeous cream cake building in middle of the city. The Cirque des Damnes was luxuriously decorated with gold and velvet, chandeliers, candles, champagne fountains, tons of delicious foods, desserts, candies and cakes, and, amazing-looking people who just wanted to let it loose and get a little crazy, have intimate encounters and drink, eat and party like crazy. There was music, fun, sinful secret encounters and people having the time of their lives. Carmen was one of them. She thought she was in safe and unrecognizable with her mask, but she was too stunning not to be recognized. She was said to have intimate encounters in those parties, and for sure she had at least one lover, a Swedish aristocrat, that she met in those parties. Even the champagne glasses that they started using in these parties and built gorgeous champagne fountains from them – were created based on the looks of her breasts. She had very giving, sexy gowns. Carmen would spend time partying and throwing lavish balls where only the rich and famous would attend. Carmen distanced herself from her old life and began spending an increased amount of time at a private castle housed on the grounds of the Palace. Right about this time, there were rumors beginning to surface that claimed Carmen was involved in an extra-marital affair with a diplomat. The rumors and disrespect for Carmen continued on throughout her stay. In fact, pamphlets began in circulation that showed Carmen and described her love of the extravagant life. She also knows this waltz: One person takes left hand and the other takes the right and walk around one another, pulling slightly on one another's arms to facilitate the turn. Then they walk completely around one another and back to where they started. Later on; Carmen pulls her hair up in a high bun and puts a hair pin in her hairstyle while singing some songs, “I come home in the morning light, my mother says when you gonna live your life right. Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones, And girls they wanna have fun. Oh girls just want to have fun! The phone rings in the middle of the night, my father yells what you gonna do with your life. Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one, But girls they wanna have fun. Oh girls just want to have! They just wanna, they just wanna! They just wanna, they just wanna, oh girls! Girls they wanna have fun! They just wanna, they just wanna! They just wanna, they just wanna! They just wanna, they just wanna! They just wanna, they just wanna! They just wanna, they just wanna! They just wanna, they just wanna! They just wanna, they just wanna! They just wanna, they just wanna! They just wanna, they just wanna!...This is why events unnerve me, They find it all, a different story. Notice whom for wheels are turning. Turn again and turn towards this time, all she ask's the strength to hold me...Then again the same old story. World will travel, oh so quickly. Travel first and lean towards this time. Oh, I'll break them down, no mercy shown....Heaven knows, it's got to be this time....Roxanne, You don't have to put on that red light. Walk the streets for money, You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right. Roxanne, You don't have to wear that dress tonight. Roxanne, You don't have to sell your body to the night. His eyes upon your face, His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin, It's more than I can stand! Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight! You're free to leave me but Just don't deceive me! ...and please believe me when I say, I love you!...Come what may, I will love you ‘til my dying day…Despite the lies that you're making, Your love is mine for the taking. My love is. Just waiting. To turn your tears to roses....Despite the lies that you're making, Your love is mine for the taking. My love is. Just waiting. To turn your tears to roses. I will be the one that's gonna hold you, I will be the one that you run to. My love is. A burning, consuming fire...No! You'll never be alone! When darkness comes, I'll light the night with stars. Hear the whispers in the dark. No! You'll never be alone! When darkness comes, you know I'm never far, Hear the whispers in the dark….I'm just a step away, I'm just a breath away. Losin' my faith today, Fallin' off the edge today. I am just a man, Not superhuman, I'm not superhuman--Someone save me from the hate. It's just another war, Just another family torn. Falling from my faith today, Just a step from the edge, Just another day in the world we live! I need a hero to save me now, I need a hero, save me now), I need a hero to save my life! A hero'll save me, just in time!....The countdown begins to destroy ourselves!...I'm awake I'm alive, Now I know what I believe inside. Now it's my time, I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life. Here, right here--Right now, right now. Stand my ground and never back down, I know what I believe inside! I'm awake and I'm alive!...Waking up, waking up! Waking up, waking up! Waking up, waking up!...In this world you tried, Not leaving me alone behind. There's no other way, I prayed to the gods let him stay. The memories ease the pain inside, Now I know why...All of my memories keep you near, In silent moments imagine you here. All of my memories keep you near, Your silent whispers, silent tears….The burning desire, To live and roam free. It shines in the dark, And it grows within me. You're holding my hand but you don't understand. So where I am going, you wont be in the end, I'm dreaming in colors. Of getting the chance, Of dreaming of trying the perfect romance. The search of the door, to open your mind. In search of the cure of mankind, Help us were drowning...So close up inside. Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are? Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?...I will wander 'til the end of time, torn away from you. I pull away to face the pain, I close my eyes and drift away. Over the fear that I will never find, A way to heal my soul. And I will wander 'til the end of time, Torn away from you....My heart is broken. Sweet sleep, my dark angel. Deliver us from sorrow's hold, Or from my hard heart….We all live...We all die. That does not begin to justify you. It's not what it seems, Not what you think. No, I must be dreaming. It's only in my mind, Not in real life. No, I must be dreaming….Gimme, gimme, gimme whatcha got got. 'Cause I can't wait wait wait any more more. Don't even talk about the consequence, 'Cause right now you're the only thing that's making any sense to me And I don't give a damn what they say or what they think, think. 'Cause you're the only one who's on my mind. I'll never ever let you leave me, I'll try to stop time forever. Never wanna hear you say goodbye. I feel so untouched and I want you so much, That I just can't resist you. It's not enough to say that I miss you. I feel so untouched right now, need you so much somehow. I can't forget you, Goin' crazy from the moment I met you….From the mouths of babes to the power of men, I make it all new again. Hold my hand, hold my hand 'cause I can't touch the ground--The carousel goes around, round and round. The addiction, the friction, it burns you alive. So illegal, no evil is seen with these eyes. I won't tell if you won’t and I will if you want, Nothing is sacred, don't care if it's wrong. I'm your Lolita, La Femme Nikita. When we're together, you'll love me forever. You're my possession, I'm your obsession! Don't tell me never, you'll love me forever! Always stay close to me, Don't think of leaving. And I promise, I will keep our secret…secret, secret...How can I decide what's right, When you're clouding up my mind? I can't win your losing fight, All the time. Not gonna ever own what's mine, When you're always taking sides. But you won't take away my pride. No, not this time...Not this time. How did we get here? When I used to know you so well. How did we get here? Well, I think I know how. There is something I see in you, It might kill me, I want it to be true....” She stops and sings while giggling to her, “Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance....I want your ugly, I want your disease. I want your everything, As long as it's free. I want your love, Love-love-love. I want your love, I want your drama. The touch of your hand, I want your leather studded kiss in the sand. I want your love, I want your love. You know that I want you, And you know that I need you. I want it bad, Your bad romance...I want your love and, I want your revenge, You and me could write a bad romance. I want your love and, All your lovers revenge, You and me could write a bad romance. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance. Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh! Caught in a bad romance.” Carmen paused and sings: “Roxanne! You don't have to put on that red light, Walk the streets for money--You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right. Roxanne! You don't have to wear that dress tonight. Roxanne! You don't have to sell your body to the night. His eyes upon your face, his hand upon your hand, his lips caress your skin...It's more than I can stand!....Past the point of no return, no backward glances. The games we've played till now are at an end....Past all thought of if or when, no use resisting--Abandon thought and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, The final threshold? What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn beyond the point of no return?...Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight! You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me!...and please believe me when I say, I love you!....You have brought me, To that moment where words run dry...To that moment where speech disappears into silence...Silence....I have come here, Hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent...And now I am here with you, no second thoughts....I've decided, decided….One final question, How long should we two wait before we're one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud bursts into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us? Past the point of no return, The final threshold. The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn....We've passed the point of no return.” 


That night; Carmen goes through many dreams she has: The first one was a strong nature with several lakes and forests as well as different animals. A woman transforming into an owl that flies around rivers and mountains. She is then depicted as walking around in the forest as a sort of magical spirit, interacting with nature, and twirling in a forest glade. There is another woman who is dancing on a background of a blue, starry sky. She is wearing a white dress and has white extensions in her hair. The other band members are also shown before various backgrounds of fire, a thunderstorm and a red planet. In another vision; an alcoholic who beats and presumably rapes his wife and daughter, and at the close of the video is killed by a poison slipped into his drink by his wife. The wife, as a result, is put in jail and possibly sentenced to death, leaving the child an orphan where the woman is writing a letter to her daughter. In a vision she saw a woman who has been seemingly abandoned on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. She accepts a lift from a priest, who takes her back to his home. The priest is in fact a demonic serial killer, who adopts different disguises to get to his victims. All of these disguises are trustworthy people, like a doctor, a police officer, a clown, judge, or a priest. As the woman stumbles upon a board full of newspaper clippings in the killers home, which are about his previous victims, he seemingly overpowers her with chloroform. He takes a tied up the woman to the middle of the desert to bury her alive. However, the woman immediately awakens as the other angels approach and is revealed to also be one of the angels, who was left at the side of the road as bait for the serial killer, during which time the rest of the vigilantes appear and the killer is confronted with the spirits of his victims, who destroy him. The vigilantes then move onto their next target. There was a dream she had of herself as she returns to her old house, which is now for sale. As she enters her old home, she walks around the house, haunted by memories of her past. In the next dream she had; a man walking around a city witnessing various people committing crimes, such as a man stealing a blind woman's wallet and a prostitute being picked up by an older man. He saves a child from almost being hit by a car when his mother wasn't paying attention to what he was doing. As the boy looks back, there is nobody there, suggesting that the man was an angel-like apparition. And the next dream was of a fallen angel who becomes a human due to its weakness on fighting and suffers from it. Meanwhile; there was a diary with an empty page and someone took out a pen and wrote two entries that each talk about something that sounded sick and weird: "Her lips taste like fruit punch, she says. She puts lip balm flavored on them, I can tell. I understate my love for her, I don't reveal my true feelings for Desdemondia and my desire to get in bed with her. I have a reputation for hitting off with women but I have changed. I am quite fond of spontaneous romance, I want passions with my Desdemondia and so infatuated for Little Desdemondia. All I wanted was a romantic night with her my way. Carmen, my Desdemondia. She has no shame in her game. She lies about her promiscuity for she lives in a luxurious lifestyle, a smooth talker to the boys--Including me. People who don't know Little Heidi are fooled by her demeanor as everyone falls in love with her looks. Yet nobody knows what she's like, I can't understand how persuasive she is. Carmen can talk her way out of any situation, how? Because she's beautiful! Watching women like her eat ice cream is sensuous...Carmen...." The second one said, "Heidi is a party girl at heart, she gets dressed up and hopes to find a crowd. Always depending on the kindness of strangers, everything you want is impossible. She's playing around and breaking my black heart. Looks being drained due to stress. She doesn't care for the abuse she gets for loving me. She seeks only happiness and doesn't see the problem. Even if it's an older man--Me. My love, I know you love me too. You need me, you need me in your life. You can't live without me, and I'd died without you--I'd kill for you." Long ago....A man photographs outside of a church when he is about to snap another picture when he can see a young girl in the lenses. He looks up to see this little, beautiful girl who is wearing a short sleeved white and blue dress with Mary Jane blacks. She has white blonde hair that stands out from the average Sunday clothes she wore. "Beautiful." muttered the man. The girl glance at the man and smiles brightly. The man photographing the church is Fred Neville, he has been closed to the family ever since but mostly desires the ashen blonde girl who is Young Sinead. Sinead spends time with him where she is fascinated with stories about Desdemondia. The 'fruitful' Desdemondia, however it is a metaphor story about Sinead and how he feels about her. Sinead had no clue as she likes to tease him about the pretty women walking about in the park or anywhere they went. But Fred pretended to be interested however he couldn't stop staring at little Sinead who was about 7 years old and two years from being 9. The way she skipped in the fields of daises with bare feet. Wearing vestal white. Having daisies all a scattered and she writes and sings to herself while Fred watches her and listens, feeling aroused by her young beauty. When she turned 9 and her friendship with Fred started to grow but grow more for Fred as his obsession for her made him blush; Sinead's family, including her sister, became suspicious of Fred's intentions towards Sinead. When Sinead was 12; there was a tragedy came upon her family. Her sister and her parents died in the fire, Sinead was traumatized with burnt marks on her skin. She survived as she fears Fred, who started the fire upon her beloved family. Sinead's suspicions were right. She found Fred's diary and was horrified to read the entries in there, Sinead was horrified and she didn't not know to trust to tell someone about him. Sinead ran away as she sang in the street which caught the attention of a ravenous producer that offered Sinead a record deal. In her life as a singer-songwriter; Sinead had a sense of eccentric but interesting style and won't be a product or be boxed in by what people want her to be. With Alice in Wonderland inspired outfits, dreamy lyrics about angels and fantasy; Sinead became 'the next big thing'. In interviews, music videos, and concerts; Sinead disguised her white blonde locks with wash out hair dyes. But little did she know that Fred was watching her and plans to make her his. Years later in the present....Sinead was suspended by her wrists, her mouth had a gag in her mouth and she muffled in fear. Her eyes widened while a creepy monotone voice was almost sing-song, "My love, I know you love me too. You need me, you need me in your life. You can't live without me, and I'd died without you--I'd kill for you." In the meantime; Jonah was looking for Sinead when all of a sudden, he found a note that reads: "I have Sinead, come to me. I would never deflower my Desdemondia but try anything, there will be pain inflicted and you might receive something in the mail of her. So, DON'T TRY ANYTHING!!!!!" Afterwards; Jonah walked in with corpses as he entered a manor. He is greeted by Fred, he wore a top hat and a suit which looked colorful and wild. He wore gloves and nice shoes as well as a neck tie. "Ah, you came! I knew you came, how delightfu--Huurkkk!" He said, but was seized by the throat. "Where is she?!" demanded Jonah. Fred choked as he managed to gasp out, "Who?" "Sinead." Jonah remarked. Fred smiled in a depraved manner, "Ah, her." He said. Then, he said, "I'll tell you where but one thing--HAVE SOME POWDER!!!" As he hit Jonah with a powdered puff but this powder was strong and knocked him out. When Jonah woke up, he saw paintings in a crude inspired way. There was Fred slitting a man's throat and flayed off all his skin and he strung the chair. Then, a second man who was tied naked to a column, and flayed alive. The man's quartered body was then distributed as a war trophy among the army, and his skin was stuffed with straw and sewn, reinvested with his military insignia, and exhibited riding an ox in a mocking procession along the streets. There was a crude vision of Fred with an army of skeletons wreaking havoc across a blackened, desolate landscape. Fires burn in the distance, and the sea is littered with shipwrecks. A few leafless trees stud hills otherwise bare of vegetation; fish lie rotting on the shores of a corpse-choked pond. In the foreground, skeletons haul a wagon full of skulls; in the upper left corner, others ring the bell that signifies the death knell of the world. A fool plays the lute while a skeleton behind him plays along; a starving dog nibbles at the face of a child; a cross sits in the center of the painting. People are herded into a trap decorated with crosses, while a skeleton on horseback kills people with a scythe. Fred was feasting upon a child. The child's head and part of the left arm has already been consumed. The right arm has probably been eaten too. Fred is on the point of taking another bite from the left arm; as he looms from the darkness, his mouth gapes and his eyes bulge whitely. While walking down the hall; Jonah could hear haunted singing: "O my Desdemondia... Desdemondia. Desdemondia, how I remember those sultry nights, the stars, the cars, and the bar..." Jonah running as he searched but he is sidetracked by the horrifying paintings that were almost copies of infamous, nightmarish artwork. There Fred seems to whisper in Sinead's ear. His right arm reaches under hers so that he can grasp her head. Her right hand touches his and looks horrified. "Ah, Desdemondia....You are the light of my life. The fire in my loins--My sin and soul. Love at first sight, last sight, ever sight." He said in a creepy monotone. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!!" Sinead cried. Jonah gasped at the screaming, "Sinead!" He runs after her as he heard him say:  "Please Desdemondia, I need you to imagine us--" Fred begged but Sinead cried out, "Stop. Calling Me. Desdemondia! I'M NOT YOUR FRIGGIN' DESDEMONDIA!!!!" However she was grunting and screaming which turn out to be tearful. Fred comforts her, "Don't cry, I'm sorry to deceive you but that's how life is." He said. Jonah looked around but he jumped at the sight of a visionary picture of a man sitting there with his eyes boring into an oblivion, like looking into someone's soul. He backs away and found a portrait version of the scream but it was of Sinead with an agonized expression against a landscape with a tumultuous orange sky. Jonah then heard voices and got ready, he found the white door as he barged it open. Fred had an arm around Sinead's nape tightly and in his other hand was a steak knife, "Don't come and closer--Or she dies, she knows that she belongs to me." Fred threatened. "Jonah, help me!" Sinead begged tearfully. Just then, bottle corks popped and objects lifting 15 feet in the air. Fred was horrified by this, "What the--What is this sorcery?" He demanded, "What's going on? Are you doing this?" Jonah was standing there calmly but a smirk appeared on his face, "Maybe I am." More objects as well as there were crumbling and  things were falling apart. "I don't believe it!" gasped Fred. "Jonah!" Sinead cried, reaching towards him. "Desdemondia!" Jonah called, he successfully caught her and pulled her close to him. "C'mon, we gotta get away!" He said. Just before they left; Fred emerged from the rubble as he cried out, "No, please! Don't leave me here, Desdemondia!" Sinead glared at him, "I told you, I'm not Desdemondia--It's Sinead....You killed my family, you bastard." She claimed and turned away. Fred tried reaching as he screamed hysterically, "DES-DE-MON-DIA!!!" Sinead turned and screamed as loud as she could, "I'M NOT YOUR FRIGGIN' DESDEMONDIA, YOU PSYCHO!!!!" Then with all of her might; Sinead kicked Fred in the head, his neck snapped and he fell lifeless in the rubble however Jonah pulled her as they got to safer ground. Once they got away; Jonah looked at how much damage the manor is but looked over at Sinead who was quiet for a moment. "Are you OK?" Jonah asked. Sinead nodded, "I will be." She admitted. Jonah walked over to her and put an arm around her to say, "It's over." Sinead smiled at him, "Yes." She said. They walked away. In a more subtle room within nightclub Rhythym Blue tonight; Jonah and Sinead, hidden above the ceiling watching the people, were going after the entire club because the residence there has the vermin of the world inhabit it where they make cruelty and mockery of the vermins in the lower zoo by stripping their beauty into filth with their greed and victimize them for the things they've been through. "I'm starting the explosives, this club is going down--Correct Jonah?" Sinead asked. "Affirmative, wait until I give the signal." answered Jonah. Sinead nodded and continued to work while Jonah watched the others talking, laughing, and partying. Luckily nobody could see him since the ceiling was shadowy and dark as it is bright with neon lighting down there. He spotted the most well known vermin of them all--District Attorney Alejandro Fernandez, the man who represented criminal Joe Calder as the jury found the guy 'not guilty' and there was no justice. Now here Joe and Alejandro was surrounded by females, who seduce him as he drinks away. "I see, so the worst vermin of them all is here in Rhythym Blue." remarked Jonah, to no one particular. He snickers to himself as he looked around from above, "This place is going to hell in about one hour." thought Jonah. But then something changed, he saw someone among the vermin crowd. She wasn't even a vermin. It was a young vestal woman with the purity of a child. She is woefully naive, without too significant a difference, but in all she almost has never have any flaws that actually affect them in a way that truly matters, usually going for endearing traits such as beauty and innocence. She wore a white off the shoulder dress with a white collar, 3 buttons down the front and a side zipper closure. This girl was Ingrid, the comtesse’s daughter. The comtesse’s name was actually Biblis Veton. Meanwhile; Arsha hears noises as he decides to check it out and found a violent old lady who assaults him and binds him. Arsha held out his wrists and he wouldn’t move his arms. His eyes were down and he held out his hands. The old woman was about to hurt him however she is hit from behind and felt himself freed. The old woman collapses on top of him and shudders, then lies still. Arsha opens his eyes, wondering why she's stopped, why he's been spared. He sits up slowly, confused. Arsha looks over at the old woman lying unconscious in the grass. He looks up. There's someone standing over her, silhouetted against the wallpaper.  He looked and saw it was Carmen Ironheart. She casually drops her weapon to the ground, its underside dark and wet with the old woman's blood. They stare at each other, gauging, assessing. Carmen said to Arsha, “If you agree to be my submissive, I will be devoted to you.” She said to him. When the old woman woke up, she saw Carmen and Arsha standing over her. Carmen made the straps tighter on her. The old woman cried out in pain. Carmen hands the tools for her sick fantasy while Arsha used them on the creepy old woman, Arsha plunged the leech deeper and deeper as blood spluttered out! It looked like it really hurts and so much squirted out. Carmen watched with a stunning expression. Later; there is a pristine white towel thick and clean being spread out carefully over the white tiles. Carmen’s skirt as it hits the towel, dropping down around her bare feet, a torn and bloodied blouse, also dropping to the towel, landing next to the skirt. Carmen’s white bra and panties slipping down to the towel as well. Carmen's bare feet, stepping off the towel and back onto the tiles, her hands as they fold up shoes, clothes and socks inside the towel, making a tidy bundle of it. Her shower curtain is drawn, the shower running while Carmen is hunched under the showerhead, one arm propped up against the tiles for support. Her small shoulders, trembling as she gasps for breath between sobs coming faster and harder, body convulsing with pleasure as she cries out. Later on; Arsha is alone, sitting at the piano. He starts to play; the same few notes practicing. Carmen suddenly appears beside him, her fingers on the lower end of the scale complimenting what he is playing, and as he sits. Carmen then takes over, upping the tempo. Almost indignant, he moves onto something more complex, staring at her while he does so, a defiant look in his eyes. Unfazed, she matches him as the music becoming increasingly complex and exuberant. Arsha tries once again to outdo her but to avail – Carmen is with his there, every step of the way. She then reaches over, her arm moving around the back of him, one hand on the high notes, one on the low, trapping him within her embrace. Arsha is helpless but enthralled, he surrenders to the music, surrenders to her as the music soars beautifully. Arsha closes her eyes and shivers, this feeling of pleasure so new and dangerous. Carmen relinquishes control once again- allowing him to take on the part she was playing. Arsha has never felt this way before, his legs tense up, his breathing heavy, music builds and builds until Carmen stops. Arsha’s notes trail off. Carmen turns to him slowly and smiles. She leans in slowly toward him, seductively. He seems unable to move. He can’t even look at her. Eventually, managing to compose himself, Arsha turns to look at Carmen but she is gone. He is alone once again. Later; the comtesse looked at a watercolor painting that looked unfinished of a beautiful young man. “Who is this? A Greek god?” She asked. The comtesse’s daughter, Ingrid, covered the painting and looked flushed, “That’s no Greek god, that’s Arsha! And I told you, it’s not done.” She scolded. “Arsha? Who’s Arsha?” The comtesse asked. Ingrid sighed, “Arsha Capulet, he’s the most dashing man I know. I need a gentleman after all.” She said. The comtesse snickered a little, “Hmm, you seem to have a thing for beautiful disasters such as Jonah and Trevor. Now this gent?” She joked. “There’s nothing wrong with admiring the dastardly elegance!” objected Ingrid. “Fine, fine. I just find it peculiar.” The comtesse said calmly. Ingrid looked so thrilled, “The coquettish Carmen Ironheart is a dominatrix in her own blood stained kinks. It’s such a conspiracy, what a scandal!” She exclaimed. The comtesse nodded, “It is. Jonah is ultimately on the side of good, but commits many malevolence actions for the sake of it, and comes very close to becoming an outright scoundrel.” She declared. “Well, there is little doubt he truly loves Carmen, but his relationship with Jonah is loaded with subtext and follows the typical love story.” Ingrid rumored. “Exactly how psychotic are you for these boys?” The comtesse inquired suspiciously. Ingrid shrugs, “I'm trying to decide if I'm happy or not….I'm on the outside looking in…..I feel like I'm losing control.” She said.