“Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.” ― Paulo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello

Agony of Ecstasy II

Alexandra Drăgana

Scene 2

It was Alexandra’s first ride in a Rolls Royce. It was her first ride ever in a luxury car of any kind. The back seat was like an expensive couch. At her fingertips were all the comforts she didn’t have in her one-room apartment over the gym back home. She felt out of place. She was a fighter, not a pampered call girl. Doubt crept into her mind.

In return for this luxury, all she had to do was take a bullet for her Viscount. I’m fucked, she thought. I’ve been screwed since birth.  Unpleasant memories of the orphanage and streetlife welled up. If I didn’t need to eat, breathe, and practice breeding things would be simpler. Maybe I’ll get my wish after all. I guess I might as well enjoy this while it lasts.

“We have arrived Madame Drăgana.” The driver stopped and let the guards look in. Satisfied, they opened the gate and let him drive through.

“Where is the house?” Alexandra asked. Looking around at the rolling hillocks and fir trees made her nervous. Most of her trips to the woods never ended well for her. The forest reminded her of something she couldn’t place. She always felt afraid unless someone was with her. That was before she met Mr. Cho. He’d taken her off the street and treated her like a daughter and a kind of junior business partner. She smiled thinking about Cho and their little business deals.

“Castle, the driver corrected. We travel across the estate for a few kilometers before our arrival. Enjoy the view.”

The driver watched Alexandra in the rearview mirror. A smile flickered on her face. Good, he thought. She likes the scenery. She’s a tough one. I wonder how long it will take Lord Răzvan to break this Mustang. She better have some strong hips, or he’ll crack her open like an oyster. The driver snickered and looked to the front.


“Nothing Madame. I have an allergy from all these evergreens.”

Alexandra ignored him.

The high peaked roofs and fireplace chimneys came into view first. It was like a distant mountain carved into a castle. It even had a crenelated wall and Keep. The Carpathian mountains in Romania were beautiful, Alexandra thought. I could get used to living here. As they got closer and more of the expansive castle came into view, She relaxed. There was a sense of balance in the starkness of the gray stone set against the blue sky and green of the open fields, landscaping, and flowers that welcomed her.

The Rolls Royce pulled into a covered portico where a woman around Alexandra’s age opened the door and offered her hand to help Alexandra out of the car.

“Good day my Lady, I hope your trip from America was uneventful. My name is Dari. I’ll be your handmaid during your stay. If you need anything at all, please allow me to take care of it for you.” The girl dressed in service whites was pretty and graceful. Her personality seemed genuine to Alexandra. That only made her feel uglier. She felt like an alley cat at a pedigree show. She adjusted her dress and followed her handmaid into the lower level of the castle. What is a handmaid anyway? She thought to herself as she watched Dari’s petite butt wiggle down the hall keeping time with the clack-clack-clack of her shoes.

Dari gave Alexandra the tour of the common areas of the castle. She pointed out the places that only the Viscount Răzvan could enter. They walked the grounds as Alexandra felt her tension drain away into a schoolgirl giddiness. They talked about the do’s and don’ts of estate life until they got to the subject of Cezar, the Viscount Răzvan. Dari was evasive and careful not to give her own opinions or say anything negative. Alexandra thought that was odd. Maybe it was just an employee thing showing the boss respect.

They ate lunch together, compliments of the kitchen staff and finally Dari took her to her quarters.

“Do you like it?” Dari asked.

“Like it? Alexandra turned in slow circles like she was waltzing and took in the room. I love it! I’ve never had a place like this. I don’t even know if I can breathe right in a place like this.”

Dari laughed along with Alexandra. Both women seemed to feed on each other’s energy and excitement.

“My Lord gave you one of the best rooms on this wing. It’s a corner room with two balconies.” The handmaid opened the sets of French doors to the balconies, and they went outside. “I love this view. From up here, you can see all the way to the lake and the mountains in the distance. This is the south side and gets good sun. A girl can get a good tan in privacy here,” Dari explained.

Alexandra was feeling that tingle in her stomach again. She felt almost drugged by the sensory overload.

Dari, sensing Alexandra’s excitement, took her hand and led to the other balcony at the end of the room’s western wall. “Every night the sun sets over here and gives us the most glorious colors. Later you will see the stars and Milky Way. It’s so magical, it’s hard to go to sleep.”

After an enjoyable introduction to all the amenities of her room, bathroom, and dressing room, Dari said goodbye. “Get some rest. I’ll be back at 6:00 pm to bring you dinner and at 7:00 pm my Lord will see you. With that, she was gone, and the adrenalin pumping in Alexandra’s heart began to wan.

“My god, what have I signed up for.” Alexandra could not get the Viscount off of her mind. That first time she saw him, he had electrified her senses. She felt undressed by his eyes, but she liked it. What the hell is wrong with me, she thought. I feel like I know him, I’ve missed him and wanted him all my life, and now, here I am. This is crazy. I’ve got to give up caffeine and masturbation. That shit is wrecking my head.

She spent time unpacking her suitcases delivered to her room. Afterward, she lay down on the bed to catch her breath and drifted off to sleep. A recurring dream preyed on her jet lag and crept into her subconscious. It was always the same theme. Dark figures and shadows flitted around her. Men shouted and cursed their approval of her rape. She felt tied up somewhere. It was dark with only a fireplace and a few candles suspended from a low ceiling to light the place.

Her nakedness shamed her. She relived the beatings and penetrations. The smell of sour sweat, stale beer, acrid smoke, and damp earth filled her nose. Then the worst of it came. The pungent slippery taste in her mouth like snot as they each took their turn with her. She gags and vomits. They laugh. Fingers bind in her hair. Her head jerks back. A blade bites into her flesh. She chokes. Her screams sound like blasts of wet air from her ripped open neck.

Something different happens this time. The Viscount appears, and everything goes away. She is free, uninjured, and sitting alone in a dark room. She watches as he comes to her. She looks up. His face is soft with emotion. Fingers lift her chin and brush the hair from her eyes.

“No more my love,” he says. His voice is deep and halting like he considers each word before he utters it. The end of each word draws out as if he is unwilling to let it go. It’s hypnotizing. His thumb traces her bottom lip, and then he lowers his head to kiss her.

“Wake up sleepy head! You need to eat and freshen up.”


“Who else? The handmaid’s cheeriness aggravated Alexandra as she tried to shake off the nightmare’s lingering effect. Her new friend set her meal out on a small table against the wall. “Come on now, eat up. The Viscount will want you ready to work tonight, and he will not tolerate being late or unprepared. Here are your things for tonight. It looks like a workout night judging from this. Dari held up a sleek pair of exercise pants and a jog bra. Do you need any help getting ready?”

“No. Thanks. I can manage. I’m just a bit jet lagged that’s all. A work out would do me good,” Alexandra replied.

“Good. I fixed you a light meal so you won’t have a heavy stomach. Afterward, you can have anything you like, just let me know, and I’ll get it for you.”

“How will I find you?” Alexandra asked.

“I live across the hall, just ring my bell on the door.” With that, she was gone.

After she ate, Alexandra took a quick shower and put on her outfit Dari brought her. It fit perfect. The material was like silk on her skin. The Viscount is going to see the total package in this getup, she thought. The butterflies in her stomach returned.

Go to Scene 3

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90 thoughts on “The Agony of Ecstasy-Scene 2

  1. This is really amazing. I love Alexandra already. And the Carpathian Mountains? I’ve been there… they are truly the perfect setting – absolutely breathtaking!

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    1. Thank you so much Na Mirea. I do hope Alexandra’s sojourn can hold your interest. There are a lot of levels to this story and I do hope it leaves my readers with thoughts afterwards. I went back to the beginning of Identity to read through and catch up. You have a mesmerizing and lyrical style. The depth of emotion and introspection is electrifying. Great work! I didn’t see comments turned on to leave a reoly but left my fingerprints so you would know I dropped by.


      1. I’m thoroughly enjoying it so far. It seems magical how they are destined to meet in this lifetime again. Love how you intertwine your story with dreams, visions and memories from the past. I’m currently on chapter 4. This deserves to be published!

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        1. Awesome! I can never be sure if the writing style and technique works until I get such good feed back as this. I do hope to publish the story when complete. I have a three book series outlined as the trio travel in time and find each other again.


          1. Well one thing is for sure now – you have a new loyal fan here. And I never miss out on your comment section either. You have a wonderful group of people supporting you. I hope to see this family grow.

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            1. Welcome aboard and jump right in. The only rule I have for comments is to have fun. We can have a whacky sense of humor and going off subject is where some of the best fun comes to play. So please enjoy yourself.

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  2. I’m in this tale. I feel it more now than the first time I read it. I’m very different to her I’m many ways, experiences and pain. But I have had my fair share. If only you’d been there to steal me away. But then…events wouldn’t have unfolded correctly, so to speak 🖤

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    1. Yes this is true. We have to have our own exoeriences to be what we are intended to be. Much of this first part is pure fiction to allow the development of the message I was told to give and the duty I must perform. In reality, I have no insights into how only what. But now that you are here, I can proceed with the utmost surety the task will be accomplished.

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    1. Okay, that seals the deal. you know you always inspire me to try. Everything else was an effort to figure out writing. I never felt like I was getting into real novel potential but didn’t mind because writing is fun. This one had a different feel to it. Thank you Lauren. I’ll give it my all. 🙂

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  3. I think 🤔 the way you’ve written this excellent chapter will probably get you charged by the U. S. government for violating the Writing Erotica That Will Lead To Human Sex Trafficking Act.

    Trump will tweet, “This guy was undoubtedly hired at DARPA under either Bush Jr. or Obama.
    Shows what perverts they were. Myself- NOT a pervert.”

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    1. I actually worry about that now. But when the liberals start going to court en masse, the law will be repealed by that liberal socialist federal judge in Hawaii. Wont help me much tho. You ate really getting good at delving into the Twitter in Chief’s idiosyncratic social media persona.

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    1. LMAO 🤣 This is my first venture into unfiltered commentary but Jessica and I know each other and she will tell me to pack sand as she did here if my kidding goes a little too far. She has an advanced sense of humor thus the very interesting commentary. Besides, a lot of the fun is down here in the cyber cafe after the main event. 😊

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  4. I have never meet any men that gives me a feeling that he can undress me with his eyes alone.
    If I ever meet one, I think it is almost like an electrifying sort of feeling knowing that probably that is how love can be as well.
    I only know I have butterfly churning kind of feeling in your stomach.
    But, I think that Sherrielock Holmes can undress all people with her eyes.
    She is dangerously so skillfull that even when she lick her lips that men fall on their knees immediately!
    She has no need to do any effort on that one! LOL

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    1. LMAO 😂. Sherrielock Holmes makes me weak in the knees. What a powerful and erotic symbol she is. I think you are right. I met a woman one time in a security office that had to take my finger prints for my work and for some reason we sensed each other without saying a word and I felt totally blown away and breathless. It never happened before to me. It must have been a spiritual connection that we didnt know of but felt.

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    1. It does feel like it could even be a series as the two eternal lovers recall past lives together. This will probably stay short online but offline, who knows. It has opened a rip in the time and space continuum and lots of interesting characters are slipping through the wormhole and onto the page.

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    1. LoL, I should probably edit my work before posting. I like to throw it out there raw these days or it will never see the light of day with my odd desire to edit ad nauseum. And thanks for supporting my need to write with glorius amounts of inspiration.

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  5. “The pungent slippery taste in her mouth like snot as they each took their turn with her. She gags and vomits.” Damn, Hyp. I would be afraid to write like that. Seems like I need to expand my horizons. I’m excited by what you have going on here. This story has all the makings of a great novel and dramatic movie with a female heroine like this. What’s the plan? Short story or is it going to keep going? Whatever your plan, this is my time to read, listen, learn, take notes…and perhaps steal some ideas…like the tat’s! Keep it goin’ bro.

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    1. That is a high complement my friend and greatly appreciated. It’s actually difficult to allow myself to do such a scene. It is important to the story but poorly written it could fail miserably. There is much more to Alexandra than even she knows and her new employer is about to expand her horizons across millennia.

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      1. I did try to tone it down but also make it offensive to fit the scene. I was once told by a very sexually liberated woman whom I wed at a young age that a lot of love goes into the act of oral sex otherwise it wouldnt happen. Well, love is a wonderful thing.

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          1. Ah, I see. Its not uncommon to think of it that way. The secret is not in the physical biology of random events but in the selection of the right time and place where the altered state of passion and primal desire have displaced a duty with a burning need. Plus you need to do it a lot to learn how to judge when to stop. That way you get it all over your face and hair where it belongs. 😈💦🤧

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                  1. Okay, I’ll behave now. I’m pretty sure I’ll be banned from WordPress and feminists will protest me across the globe. Lets move on to something less controversial like raising sheep.


      2. On second thought, from a literary perspective most people will write an obscure reference to that experience. Its what writers do, but how would you describe it if a line or paragraph even was to describe that exoerience, the thoughts, the effect of that moment and under what circumstancecis it a positive and negative. I tried to be a little blunt but not gratuitous. The circumstances of the reference in context isn’t positive.

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          1. Hyperion says: That’s why its actually very healthy for a woman. Women are biologically engineered over millions of years to benefit from the daily injections of male seminal fluids. It’s also a stern warning to other males to stay away. It emits a phermone to males that lets them know the female is off limits. With regular treatments, you will notice a big difference in the smoothness of your skin and shiny texture in your hair. 😁.

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    1. Whooo hooo! As the new CEO of Lips 👄 For Literature Publishing Company, its vitally important that our writing meet your high standards. Jessica and I have started the business plan and our mischevous nature may just break a few corporate rules and revenue records.. 😎😎😎

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  6. Whoa! This is exciting! I love how you describe a woman’s thoughts, considering you’re a man, it’s admirable. Looks like you know women that much huh. Very well written, I think Ima follow this story from now on.

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    1. Hi Apple! Thank you so much! I’m very pleased you like the story so far. Its a bit dark but Alexandra is a tough girl with an ancient lineage. She’ll be fine. My secret to writing female characters is asking my female writerly friends for advice and I live with three generations of fiery ladies ages 66 to 6. I’ve learned quite a lot from them. 😊

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        1. Oh, well I’m really glad to hear you liked the nightmare scene. Alexandra doesn’t know yet that her dreams are visions of her past and that she has known Cezar for many lives. So the nightmare is an integral link between her and the man she is about to meet.


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