Overcome in a fit of passion, Sharron is unable to do anything but remain in her docile position and allow the stranger to have his way. Silently, she battles with her will, grasping for some understanding, wondering why she has seemingly lost control over her own emotions and even her body.
Oh, if only my sweet Mysterite was here to save me. thought a desperate Sharon.
Suddenly, a white sword flies through the air, breaking the stranger's concentration. It's all the distraction that Sharon needs to pull away from him. She does so, and turns around quickly to face her rescuer. A white-robed figure is siluetted against the moonlight. His face is shrouded in a white mask, complete with an Arabian turban on his head.
"Oh! Could it be my Mysterite has come to save me?" Sharon says with hope in her voice.
"Fair one," quotes the mysterious white-cloaked man on the balcony. "...
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