19
Olivia
Date Unknown
I never considered how lonely it would be. It feels like it’s been a lifetime since I broke that little earpiece. I didn’t even know where the pieces of it were anymore. They weren’t on my mattress, and I don’t remember Merlin carrying them off.
Maybe they had been blown away by the hose.
Maybe they fallen into the puddle directly under my bed when Lillian had come in to punish me for…
I couldn’t remember why she had punished me. She never said.
All I knew was that Phil had come in six times since I broke it. To feed me, to clean my wounds.
My wrists were still festering, but they had stopped bleeding.
The chill was a permanent part of me now. I didn’t think I would ever stop shaking.
But I still felt that anger. Burning deep within me. I felt it numbing the inside of me, wrapping tightly around my heart. I didn’t care anymore.
I didn’t care about self-preservation. I didn’t care about what their agenda was, about what they would do to me if I didn’t follow orders. I was Alaric. I was more than them. Better, and I had been taking every chance I had to try and get some stamina back, some strength. My legs and feet were back to normal as much as they could be in this freezing box. My core burned every time I tried to do sit-ups. My thighs were sore from stretching and squatting. My arms hurt from doing push-ups, but I wouldn’t stop. If I was going to survive, I had to be strong.
“I am Olivia Rose,”
I thought to myself, my heart beating far too hard as I did my sit-ups. “I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed.”
The door opened a few minutes later and I immediately pushed myself up and sat on the edge of the bed, the shackle around my ankle weighing me down.
It wasn’t Phil who walked in though, it was Todd.
Todd loved to cop a feel whenever he had the chance.
Todd carried things for Isaak whenever he came in to get more information.
Todd held no light in his eyes.
I glanced behind him just before the door shut, seeing the stairs that led to nowhere. Where was Phil?
Todd wasn’t a large man. Not as large as Phil or Isaak. He was a few inches taller than me, narrow build, sunken eyes, shaved head. Sometimes I wondered why Isaak hired him. If I was writing about him, I would have labeled him as a drug-addict. Unreliable. Undependable.
Certainly not smart enough to come in here by himself and interrogate me.
He gave me a creepy smile. Not creepy like Azrael though, creepy like the man on the street with yellowing teeth, a rat for a friend, and 18 layers of clothes in the middle of July. “Hello, margaritka.”
I studied him carefully. What did he expect? For me to spill everything? I had nothing to give him. Just like I had nothing to give his boss.
“My boss doesn’t like it when you refuse to talk,”
he said, his accent so thick, I almost couldn’t understand his words. “So, I am here to…persuade you,”
he shrugged, walking towards me slowly.
Something in my gut blared a warning and I immediately pushed back onto the bed, pulling my knees to my chest, my eyes flicking to the door and back. Where the fuck was Phil?
“He’s not coming back for a while,”
Todd went on, reaching for his belt, his motions quickening.
My heart slammed, my panic rising as I scrambled towards the wall, my bed shifting in the bed. “Hey!”
I screamed and he ran. “HEY!” I belted.
He flew across the small bed, wrapped his hand around my mouth and slamming my head back into the wall, sparks dancing across my vision, my panic slamming through me.
I shoved against him weakly, blinking hard, trying to shake the haze away as he shoved me onto my back, the shackle pulling at my ankle.
“Zatknis', suka,”
he snarled, shoving me into the bed and forcing my legs apart. “You must behave. You must do as we say.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe through the panic, to focus. I couldn’t let this happen. I wouldn’t, I refused.
He removed his hand to hold himself up, the bed shifting under me, his body far too hot, too close, too much.
The haze had overtaken my mind, my limbs. Everything was too heavy, warmth sliding down my neck, seeping into my pillow. I think he might have split my head open.
I had to focus.
“Come on, pup, don’t let it control you.”
“You have the power to sharpen those thorns.”
Focus.
I didn’t have to be stronger than him to overpower him, I just had to be smarter.
I felt him grunt, his hard cock sliding just past my entrance.
My eyes flashed open as he shoved in, an unimaginable pain exploding through me, causing me to cry out, my body tensing.
His eyes found mine, something like sick pride shining in their depths. “You’re so fucking tight. Lillian said you loved to be raped, let’s see how true it is.”
He pulled out and slammed back into me, the pain ripping through me.
I felt something inside of me snap and everything went black.
Arms wrapped around me tightly, a roar ripping from my soul as they lifted me in the air and slammed me into the bed.
I bounced, my hands shaking, my body covered in something red and sticky.
I scrambled up to a stand, balancing on my blood splattered bed, my shackle digging into my skin, Phil standing feet away, his eyes wide in horror.
“What the fuck did you do, Olivia?”
he breathed out, looking me over for the first time since I arrived.
I was panting, my chest heaving, one hand gripped around something soft, the taste of copper coating my mouth. I blinked a few times, shaking my head, unable to process what was happening.
“Olivia, you have to tell me what happened. What happened?”
I blinked a few more times, my head spinning as I tried to shake the black fog away. Fuck, I was exhausted. Why was I so exhausted?
I placed my hand against my head and finally looked around, taking in the room. There was blood everywhere. Everywhere. Coating the walls, soaking the floor. The puddles of water were now puddles of blood, and…
I slowed, taking in the things scattered around the room. Where those…were those body parts?
My hand tightened around the thing I was holding, and I finally lifted it, only for my eyes to widen. I immediately tossed the penis away, my eyes widening as I took in the blood all over me. I was drenched in it. Like I had jumped into a pool of it. What the fuck?
What the fuck!
My eyes shot to his in question. “He raped me,”
I told him, my voice thick and hoarse from not using it for so long. “I didn’t have a choice.”
Phil looked around the room slowly before turning back to me. “Do you have a weapon?”
I shook my head, lowering myself to the bed. “No. I swear to God.”
His worry only grew. “That’s worse.”
He glanced towards the door and back. “You’ll be punished for this. Severely. You need to prepare yourself for that. “You have to prepare.”
I swallowed, the taste of blood making my stomach turn. “He raped me,”
I said again, trying to make him see it. Trying to make him understand. I didn’t have a choice.
“I’m sorry, but that doesn’t matter.”
Phill straightened, his shoulders falling, such pain in his eyes. “I have to let them know what happened.”
I watched after him, dread filling me as he shut the door behind him. I looked around the room before looking down. There was so much blood. How had I managed it? How had I done this?
I glanced to my blood covered hand, studying it for a long time before I finally slid it down between my legs and up inside of me. I swirled them around a few times before pulling them out and smearing my fingers together.
No semen.
My hand dropped to my side, and I straightened, a cool, twisted calm falling over me. He hadn’t cum inside of me. I had fought him off before then.
Me.
Some nobody, untrained, civilian blip.
Maybe I didn’t remember it, but I had still done it.
“I am Olivia Rose, I am a writer, I am unbreakable, I am Claimed,”
I said quietly to myself as I crawled back in bed.
“See, Azrael? I can sharpen my thorns. Tell Everett. Tell him I’m not a thornless rose. Tell him that his little pup has teeth.”