Author's Note:

Kellie, the inspiration for Kellie, wanted me to write her into a complicated, wild, unlikely relationship. So I threw her into about the craziest she could get into…ya know…other than if it was with Zedd XD

Oh yeah…and I'm running out of Alice Cooper songs for chapter titles…send me suggestions, please :)

Raped and Freezin'

I sat in the middle of the bed, the hoopskirt of my red-and-gold brocade gown covering a substantial portion of the mattress. I stroked the crimson velvet on my sleeve absent-mindedly, trying to find something entertaining as I attempted to adjust my breathing to suit my outfit; when Cara and Amanda had helped me get dressed, they tied the sides of my bodice incredibly tight…it was almost painful to breathe normally. I wasn't used to wearing bodices that laced up the sides.

Suddenly the door to the bedchamber flung open. In entered Belladonna, grinning from ear to ear.

"You look wonderful," she observed, skipping over and standing at the foot of the bed, "but why aren't you wearing white?"

She cocked her head inquisitively, causing me to giggle, despite the agony it added to my already sore sides.

"Look who I'm marrying, Belladonna," I replied, smiling slightly. "Red is so much more fitting."

"But, Ember," she argued, cupping her hands around her mouth and whispering, though no one else was in the room, "don't you know the white gown symbolizes virginity?"

I scoffed, arched an eyebrow, and eyed her doubtfully. "Don't be so naïve. You know damn well I'm not a virgin."

She gasped, widening her eyes and covering her mouth. "Does Lord Rahl know?" she said, though it sounded more like a muffled squeaking.

Trying not to laugh, I rolled my eyes. "Darken's the one who took it, genius!"

"I was only joking!" she laughed, throwing an agiel in my general direction, missing me on purpose. She then vaulted herself onto the bed, retrieved the agiel, slipped it back into its holster, climbed over me, and stood alongside the bed. The ridiculous grin she wore when she entered the room swept across her face once more as she grasped my hand.

"I have something to show you," she coaxed, tugging my arm.

She seemed very excited, so I (begrudgingly) got off the bed and allowed her to lead me out of the room and into the palace.

"Why are we in the dungeon?" I implored, struggling to keep up with Belladonna without stepping on my skirt.

All around us, screaming and wailing resounded from behind closed cell doors. The Mord-Sith were out and about at that time of day, torturing the poor souls imprisoned there. I felt sorry for the unfortunate prisoners that ended up with either Cara or Denna…those bitches were brutal. Thankfully, Cara never had reason to give me a taste of perdition…but Denna had.

I shuddered at the memory of that day…sometimes I wished it never happened. But, maybe if it never happened, Darken and I might still have been trying to hide our feelings.

"We're here."

My head snapped up at the sound of Belladonna's voice to see the door of a cell in the farthest and most forgotten region of the dungeon. When she opened the door, my jaw dropped.

There, chained to the wall, was Richard.

Am I really seeing this?

"I abducted him for Kellie," Belladonna giggled in a quiet voice. "She's dead-set on raping him, so I though, why kill him?"

Oh shit…what if Darken finds out?

"Lord Rahl knows nothing," Belladonna added, as I cautiously approached Richard.

Despite his uncomfortable-looking position, he was fast asleep. I smiled gently; he appeared so peaceful when he slept. Apprehensively, I reached out and placed my hand on the side of his face. He stirred slightly, his brown eyes opening slowly.

"Hello, Richard," I greeted, tilting his chin up to make him face me.

He cocked his head, confusion flooding his features. "Ember?"

I smirked and nodded.

Richard's eyes scanned the room, analyzing his surroundings. "Where are we?"

"The dungeon of the People's Palace in D'Hara," I stated.

"You," he scowled, his gaze falling on Belladonna, "you brought me here."

"Yep," Belladonna answered nonchalantly, crossing her arms and leaning casually against the wall, beaming.

He glared at me. "You're just going to let your boyfriend kill me?"

"Fiancé, actually," Belladonna corrected, "and he doesn't know you're here."

Richard's jaw nearly fell to the floor. "Fiancé?" He blinked in disbelief. "Ember, really? No."

Hesitantly, I raised my left hand; the light from a nearby torch flickered brightly, reflecting playfully off the seven deep rubies on my finger. Giving a slightly nervous smirk, I said, "Yes, Richard."

He regarded me reproachfully. "You're marrying Darken Rahl!"

Before I could respond, I felt Belladonna tug my sleeve.

"Ember," she whispered, "you might want to get going."

Oh, right…is it that late already?

I nodded, smiling gratefully. "Thanks for the reminder, love…it would be embarrassing to be late for my own wedding."

I covered Richard's mouth before he could spazz out again.

"Calm down," I urged. "Whether you like it or not, I am madly in love with Darken Rahl."

"And him with her!" Belladonna chimed in.

I tried not to smile. "And we are getting married today, and you can't stop me. Besides, it's not all bad for you…I'll still tell Zedd his plans."

"Ember," Belladonna whined, shifting her weight impatiently, "come on!"

"We'll get you out of here before Darken can even suspect you're here, Richard," I comforted, before turning to leave.

"Ember?" Richard called softly.

Slowly, I rotated to face him again. "Yes?"

He swallowed hard, obviously still not at peace with the fact that I was "marrying the enemy".

"Congratulations," he managed at last, surprisingly sincere. "I hope you two are happy together."

I stood alone in the bedchamber after the reception, waiting for Darken to finally bid the last of the guests goodnight. It was painfully quiet when compared to the prior festivities of the evening, so I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a knocking at the door. After recovering, I managed, "Come in."

The door swung open, and in came Kellie, carrying a half-empty bottle of wine. Over-dramatically, she fell to one knee and placed the hand that wasn't clutching the bottle over her heart in a salute.

"Good evening, Lady Rahl," she greeted. She then burst into a fit of giggles and fell over. "I never though I'd be calling anyone that!"

I smiled, trying not to laugh also. She wasn't completely wasted, but she had had enough to be a million times more hilarious than usual. Helping her stand, I said, "You don't have to call me that, Kellie; I'm still just Ember."

She pointed at me with a violent flick of her arm and blinked a few times. "No…now you're Lady Ember Rahl." Grinning and hugging me so that I felt my ribcage collapsing, she added, "Lovely Lady Ember Rahl!"

"Kellie," I gasped, "I can't breathe."

Hiccupping, she let go of me.

What she asked next nearly made me fall over:

"Hey…can I rape Richard?"

I stared at her incredulously. "What?"

Thinking I hadn't heard her, she dropped the bottle in shock. It shattered as it hit the floor, coated the slate-colored stone in a crimson layer of liquid.

"The Seeker," she clarified. "Can I rape him?"

My mouth gaped slightly. "Richard? No!"

Kellie crossed her arms and smiled smugly. "It's either him or Darken."

Damn…she sure as hell knows exactly where my weak spot is.

I huffed. "Fine. Rape Richard. Just have him out of here before Darken finds out."

She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Oh, come on! He won't even notice that we have his brother prisoner! Well—" she furrowed her brow, deep in thought, then looked back up "—more like 'sex slave', but who care about minor details?"

I choked back a laugh; she was amusing as hell, but I couldn't encourage her. "No, Kellie," I replied firmly. "Can't risk it. Even though he is your 'BFF', as you say—"

"—and your husband," she added loudly.

"I doubt he wants his worst enemy here," I finished.

"Fine," Kellie sighed, pouting.

As if on queue, Darken walked in.

"Oh, hello, Kellie," he said, seeming mildly surprised to see her.

"Good evening, Lord Darken Rahl," Kellie replied in a snobby voice, hiccupping.

An indescribably hilarious "what the hell!" look swept across his face as he watched her fall to the floor in a salute. He turned to me and inquired, "What's gotten into her?"

Smiling, I gestured slightly toward the puddle of wine on the floor.

"Enough said," he muttered. Approaching me, he greeted, "Good evening, Lady Rahl." He then took hold of my hand and kissed it gently.

"Good evening, Lord Rahl," I responded, before pulling him towards me and claiming his mouth with a passionate kiss.

Kellie groaned, dragging her hand down her face in disgust. "Can't you two go one night without having crazy wild sex?"

Tearing his mouth from mine, Darken answered, "Probably, but it is our wedding night, after all."

"That's true," Kellie admitted, as Darken began to kiss me once more. After standing there awkwardly for a short while, she silently made her exit.

And I'm sure you can guess what happened next.

Richard Cypher shivered slightly, waking up from yet another periodic nap.

Did it get colder in here?

As he opened his eyes, he looked down—

—to discover he was completely naked.

What the—?

"Hello, Seeker."

His head snapped up to see a Mord-Sith standing in the center of his cell, undressing herself. She had shaggy brown hair and smiling brown eyes. Her face was surprisingly angelic, and her grin made his heart melt.

She was beautiful.

"Wh-who are you?" Richard stuttered, trying to keep his gaze above her shoulders. He had no idea why he asked her that; he knew her to be Kellie, from an earlier conversation he had had with her.

She giggled, hiccupping at the end. "Kellie. I'm your worst enemy's best friend. But that little detail isn't important right now."

Seeing that she was now completely naked, Richard closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Then what is?" he probed.

She approached him and placed both her hands on his bare chest, making him rather uncomfortable. The discomfort increased as she slid her hands down his torso and abdomen to grasp his hips. She leaned toward him and stopped with her mouth an inch from his ear. What she whispered made his heart pound:

"I'm going to rape you."

That did it. Everything he was trying to prevent from happening (by closing his eyes) slowly began to happen. He had no idea why he was hopelessly attracted to this Mord-Sith…Kellie…but he was.

Suddenly acting abnormally out-of-character, Richard smirked deviously and replied, "It's not rape if I'm willing."

Good Creator…did I seriously just say that!

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this," Kellie chuckled, producing a key from the-Creator-only-knows-where and unlocking the shackles that bound Richard to the wall.

Author's Note: I cut out the lemon that was to follow because when I had Kellie proofread this story, it made her feel violated. If you're reading this, Kellie, and you decide you want it in here anyway, tell me and I shall revise this. Kthnxbi. Back to the story.

Richard sighed, still confused, as he embraced Kellie. She was Darken Rahl's best friend; the only person closer to him was probably Ember. Why, in the name of the Creator, was she screwing her best friend's mortal enemy?

Reluctantly, Kellie sat up, grabbing Richard's crumpled clothes and tossing them at him in a pile.

"Get dressed, baby," she commanded. "Gotta get you outta here before Darken catches on."

Richard cocked his head slightly, but did as she asked. After which, he implored, "Why are you trying so hard to keep me alive?"

Kellie, half-dressed by now, looked at her feet and blushed.

"Because," she began, fidgeting nervously, "because…because…." She shook her head. "Because you're the Seeker. The world needs you."

By some odd compulsion, he reached around his neck and removed the leather chord that hung there, adorned by an animal tooth. He had received it from his adoptive father, and it was all he had left of him. Still, he felt he had to do this.

"Here," he forced, handing it to Kellie.

She stared at it in disbelief. "Oh, Richard…I couldn't."

"Take it," he urged, tying it around her neck before she could protest.

Smiling gratefully, she tucked it into the top of her uniform. "Thank you, Richard."

She then leaned towards him and kissed him sweetly.

"Let's get you outta here before Darken finishes banging Ember."