The Hatter and The Hare?! (Mature)

Mad Beyril chuckled, "Ooh, feisty."

Beyril flinched back, startled by the sudden act of violence.

A metal pole shoots out of his back, slamming right through Mad Beyril. "And I'm gonna find a way to put you in my own guitar, and then I'm gonna destroy it."

She chuckled, "Good luck with that, kitten."

Sylas calms down, stepping back beside Beyril. "Sorry if I frightened you..."

She nodded, "It's okay... They needed it."

Mad Sylas drops Beyril's clothes as he doubles over, laughing. "Y-You can't stop it, love. You can't stop me. You can't stop her. And you can't stop yourself. I'm going to enjoy having that body..."

Beyril looked away, trying to ignore them.

Sylas breaths heavily, trying to calm down. Mad Sylas walks over to Mad Beyril, grinning.

Mad Beyril wrapped her arms around Mad Sylas, pulling him in to a rough kiss.

He grins, eagerly returning the kiss, his hands wandering around her body.

Beyril averted her gaze. Oh, please let us get to our floor soon...

As if in answer to her prayer, the doors open and Sylas quickly leads her out of the elevator and towards their room.

Beyril followed behind, picking up her feet to sprint slightly behind him.

Sylas opens the door to their room, guiding Beyril into hers. He looks around before taking a seat in a chair. "We won't be alone long..."

Beyril nodded, sitting on the end of the bed, "I'm sorry that I let her let him in..." she spoke softly, her head down.

Sylas shakes his head. "You can't defend against them. They're apart of you, and they know you better than you know yourself..."

She nodded, still looking down.

Mad Beyril appeared behind her and leaned naked against her back, "You'd have driven Sylas's true nature out even without me." she chuckled, "You're quite annoying."

Sylas leans back, glaring, but says nothing.

Mad Sylas appears next to Beyril, nude as well. He grins, leaning close to her. "Not that it matters. You can't tell me to leave, Beyril, or else I can just..." He snaps his fingers and Sylas doubles over, groaning.

Beyril stood quickly, facing Mad Sylas and Beyril, "Please, leave him alone!" her eyes were pleading and red from the tears of the earlier day.

He snaps his fingers again, and Sylas slowly sits up, shaking his head. Mad Sylas grins. "Sit back down, love. And if you don't want anything to happen to him, don't stand up again. Sylas, leave the room, or my lovely here will do the same thing to Beyril..."

Beyril sat back down, her eyes pointed at the floor.

Sylas looks at her for a moment, standing. "Be strong, Beyril..." He leaves the room, sparing a glance back at her.

She looked up with her eyes, not moving her head, and attempted a forced smile.

Mad Beyril smirked, "Good dog, Sylas."

Mad Sylas loops an arm around her. "Now we can talk...in private...Make yourself comfortable, love, just don't try to call for help, or..." He holds his hands up in a snapping gesture, threatening.

Beyril winced back, but didn't say anything.