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Synthony sucked the cool air into her cheeks and closed her eyes. The night was breezy, though not quite cold, but rather refreshing. She grasped Nathan's hand tight as he led her along to his car, opening the door for her. Once inside she gazed out at the sky, toward the full moon.

"Is something wrong, Nat?" Synthony asked, turning as he sat and started the car. He looked at her and his face was glassy, like always.
"No. You're to call me Nathan." he responded. Synthony smiled sweetly and nodded, seemingly unaware of his cold tone.
"My sweet Nathan." she cooed, curling her legs underneath her. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.
"These are the kinds of changes I'm talking about, Syn. I'm not Nat, and I'm not yours. You're going to learn." he spit, turning to look out the rear window as he backed up. Synthony sat stunned, and hurt. Was he saying he no longer wanted their relationship? She slunk down in her seat and remained silent for the rest of the car ride to his house.

Upon arrival, he once again came to open the door for her, leading her by the hand to the front door of his house. It was a two story home, very nice, quite sophisticated, but simple. Synthony had been practically living there for the last two months, eager to keep away from her abusive mother. Nathan was her only provider. Nathan was the only one that cared for her. And Nathan was her entire world.

Nathan tugged Synthony into the kitchen, and pulling out a chair, sat. She moved to sit across from him, but he did not let go. Instead, he shook his head.
"Kneel. In front of me." he commanded, motioning toward the tiles at his feet. Synthony stared at him. He was being cold and forceful, and it scared her. Hesitantly, she obeyed, sinking before him and gazing into his face, ever adoringly. He placed his hand on top of her head and forced it down.
"You have to understand, Syn, oh sweet Synthony...I AM trying to do what's best for you. And I truly believe in my heart that you will benefit from this. Synthony I know I'm moving so quickly tonight but I can't stand it any longer...I want you to be mine." he said, never moving his hand from her head, bent forward and speaking passionately in her ear. Synthony's breath was heavy, and she was frightened, not understanding.
"But I am yours..." she whispered, feeling tears catch in her throat. Nathan's grip on her head tightened.
"No, mine. Totally. Your will will bend to mine. Your life, my life, we'll live one life. You'll know every whim, every desire...Syn...I want you to serve me..." he said, breathing heavy on her ear now. Synthony wriggled nervously.
"I do serve you..." she said softly, melting slowly in his fervor. The fear was slowly dying, and she felt strangely aroused.
"Give me your wrists." he said, and Synthony immediately procured both wrists, setting them in his lap. He slapped them away.
"Do not touch me, and cross them." he demanded. Synthony obliged, and he held them tight together in an iron grip.
"Now tell me you're mine." he said, softer, but still firm.
"I am yours." she replied, hardly believing what was going on.
"I am yours."

This entry not only marks the division between the OLD story of Belle and the NEW story of Claire, but also serves as a notice that this is now a FRIENDS ONLY journal. If you'd like to read, please inform me and I'll gladly add you.
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