Chapter 8 #2
A couple of chuckles follow as bile burns the back of my throat, held back only by the hand forcefully clutching my neck.
I continue to thrash and fight, trying to break free from their holds and grasp on me.
Even in my past life they didn’t go this far.
I had been locked up, bullied mentally and emotionally, and beaten black and blue, but this…
The fingers flex around my throat as my blurred vision becomes more clear and I see Dean holding my neck.
But before I can push myself forward to fight, his other hand grabs my left leg quickly and forces it to one side.
His hand around my throat snakes up to my face as he wraps his long fingers around my mouth, pushing me further into the stone wall behind me as he covers my lips.
His other hand quickly moves up my thigh, his shifter strength not giving me much room to move or thrash anymore as he pushes himself flush against me.
He leans into my ear, “You can cry and scream if you want, but no one will save you. Hell, they would probably sit back and watch the show…or even help .”
A disgusting hard bulge forms against my thighs as a low growl leaves his lips. His eyes begin to glow gold and fangs begin to descend as he leans in closer. Bastard wolf shifter.
His breath brushes across my neck, “You should have stayed the same quiet little bitch everyone tolerated…but I guess this works better for us.”
Leon chuckles, his face contorted in a sick smirk as the grip on my breast tightens painfully. “Make sure to be quick, so we can all get a turn.” My left wrist is yanked up higher, pain searing through my shoulder and arm with its force.
“Make sure you hold her tight, Cole,” orders Leon to the blonde boy on my left.
“Can't have her lashing out again while Deans having his fun.” The hand holding my right wrist tightens as Dean pulls slightly back, releasing his grip on my mouth and leg as he adjusts his trousers.
His eyes glow a darker shade of gold as they turn to meet mine again, a sick smirk lacing his lips.
He leans back in, reaching for my trousers, and manages to slide them down just a fraction, before his hand quickly falls away.
He tumbles backward, his eyes dazed and face scrunched in pain as he falls back on his feet and then to the ground, a red mark already forming on his forehead.
I lift my head back up, ignoring the pain searing down the front of my head from the hit I’d just delivered Dean.
A small warm trickle follows the splitting pain down my face, but I ignore it. There was no time to dwell on it or the pain anymore. I needed to move.
Any damage I incur now would be worth it as long as I fight back and give my all.
I’ll use everything and anything around me to inflict as much pain on them as I could; my hands, my feet, my nails and teeth, and anything else I could find.
In the split second of chaos and confusion, I make my move.
Using all my strength, I yank my wrists free from the hands holding them and fall to the ground.
My knees hit the cement hard, probably drawing blood, but I pull myself up as quickly as I can.
And just in time, as a set of hands try to grab me from my side with another moving toward Dean.
I twist around, dodging Leon’s hands, and with the full force of my strength, I kick my feet out, knocking his legs from under him.
He goes down with a loud smash, crashing into a metal bin behind him and sending it rolling down onto the pathway, leaving a trail of trash in its wake.
I turn back quickly, hearing shuffling from behind me, but I'm a moment too late as two sets of hands are on me before I can fully pull myself back up.
Dean and Cole snatch me from the ground as I thrash against their hold.
Shoving me back against the wall, Dean pushes Cole's hands away, clutching both my wrists above me with a bruising grip.
His eyes are a bright gold, his wolf nearing the surface as he gets into my face.
“For pulling that little stunt, I’ll make sure that when we’re done here with you, you’ll be so broken and bruised you’ll wish you had just let me fuck you quickly from the start.
” His spit hits my face as he continues, vitriol hate seeping from his eyes toward me, “You’ll have to crawl back when we’re done with you.
” A smile so disgusting and vile twists his lips, his eyes lost in his contorted thoughts as his hand reaches for his trousers again, all the while keeping his head a safe distance from my own.
His words run through my mind, time slightly slowing with my thoughts, “ You’ll be so broken and bruised…you’ll have to crawl back…”
Crawling …haven't I done enough of that throughout my life? Of crouching smaller for others, of giving into demands and orders easily? Of pretending to be blind and deaf to my own pain, while silently praying for peace and relief from it every day?
Even now my body just wants to stop, to give up, to curl into a ball in some hidden space where no one can reach me anymore…to where I don't have to feel the pain that comes with just breathing and existing.
And as for being ‘ Broken and bruised’ …
there aren’t enough pores on my body or blood in my veins to measure the amount of times I’ve been broken and bruised.
I’ve experienced more pain in my twenty-seven years than every last one of these horrid pricks combined and then some. And now they want to add more ?
No.
No more.
Even something as small and as helpless as a mouse has teeth, and as long as I can breathe, I can continue to fight.
“I thought the others were disgusting trash.”
Dean stills his movements, his eyes meeting mine as I continue. “But you three take being scum to a whole new level.”
He moves his hand from his trousers and grabs my face, roughly clutching my cheeks and chin in his hand as he gets into my face.
“You think talking shit is going to help you? Whores like you never shut up unless there's something shoved down your throat to keep you quiet.” He gives me a dark grin before twisting his head around to Cole and Leon.
“I think one of you should keep her mouth preoccupied while I fu–”
His words are cut off, the air pouring from his lungs as his eyes go wide.
Shifters are a hard bunch to go against, especially with the superhuman strength, speed and quicker recovery than most. But there's one place that's a weak spot to all men, even supernaturals.
“Dean?” Cole calls, his brows furrowing as he watches his friend bend forward before falling to the ground, a low whimper leaving his lips as his hands cup his crotch.
“What the fuck?!” Barks Leon.
Cole crouches beside Dean as Leon reaches for me.
I let him grab me, his grip bruising on my shoulders as his face gets closer to mine. That's when I rear back slightly and throw my head toward his, watching on through my own pain, as he lets go and stumbles backward.
You think they would have learnt the first time around.
I slide a hand through my hair, pushing it back and finding my fingers now coated in a familiar crimson liquid.
“Leon!” shouts Cole. “You’re fucking crazy! Do you know what you’ve just done?! You’re fucked now!” Glares Cole as he pulls himself up and takes a step away from Dean and toward me.
He moves forward, as I slowly take a step backward and in the direction of the bin that Leon knocked over just moments ago. Thankfully some handy items tumbled from the metal bin when he crashed into it, including a dark empty glass bottle.
Before Cole can reach me, I scoop down and grab the glass, brandishing it between my fingers as he stands just feet from me.
My gaze flickers to Dean, still whimpering on the ground behind Cole and then to Leon, one hand on his head as he tries to steady himself. Best make this quick then.
“What do you think you're gonna do with that?” Cole's lip curls up as his eyes glow gold, taking another step closer as he continues.
“We both know you won’t do anything, you're too weak, and we’re all shifters anyway.” He shrugs, a taunting smile stretching his lips. “We heal …but you won’t.”
He tries to take another step, but I move quickly, smashing the bottle on the wall nearest me and twisting the bottle around toward him.
“Of course shifters heal, but the real question is… how fast ,” I take a step closer to Cole as his eyes flicker between my face, and the broken and jagged bottle.
“You think you can get me with that? I’m faster and stronger than you Micai.” He scoffs.
“But I can still do damage, Cole. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and hit an artery?”
His smug grin falls, his brows furrowed and eyes focused more intently on whatever expression I’m wearing and the thick sharp glass pointing toward him.
I take another step toward him as his eyes meet mine again, a more cautious look in them as he watches me move.
“And after I’m done with you, I’ll take my time with him.
” I point the broken bottle toward Dean on the ground.
“What was it he said? Oh yeah…I’ll make it so he’ll have to crawl back when I’m done with him.
..that's if he’s still breathing I guess.
” I shrug, twisting the bottle round playfully.
“And unlike you scumbags, I’m in no rush, there’ll be no quickie here.
” I chuckle darkly. “I’ll take my time, and test out just how much a shifter can heal from. ”
His eyes widen slightly with my words, never leaving my face. Whatever he sees has him taking a small step back as I take my next step.
“You really have gone fucking crazy, haven’t you?” He glances back at Dean, just a couple of feet behind him now.
“Maybe I was crazy before . For putting up with everything, for taking it all and staying quiet.” I look at Leon shaking his head and taking a shaky step toward Cole.
Cole leans down to Dean and wraps an arm around him, pulling him up toward him.
“Now I’m going to return all the pleasantries I’ve gotten the last couple of years.” I grip the bottle in my hand, veering it toward the three of them.
“ Fucking bitch– ” slurs Leon as he tries to take a step toward me, but Cole kicks a leg out toward him, pushing him back and sending him stumbling again.
“Not now.” Cole calls.
“ Not ever again .” I call, my voice low and cold. “If you, or they , come at me like this again Cole…I promise you, ‘ crawling away’ won’t even be an option.”
He wraps Dean's arm around his shoulder and calls for Leon, whose eyes are still dazed and unfocused as he makes his way toward them.
I watch on, unmoving from the spot I’m standing on or dropping the broken bottle I'm holding, until they’re completely gone and out of sight.
A heavy breath falls from my lips as a small tremor works its way down my hands and through my body.
I drop the broken bottle and listen to its glass shattering as my vision begins to sway and spin again, with the throbbing in my head working its way down my neck and back.
Aches and pain scream from areas all over my body as I begin to slowly relax.
It was a miracle I had kept so steady. I guess I have six long years of guard harassment to thank for that.
I hear a bell ring in the distance.
Pulling myself up, I wince with the pain, every inch of my body screaming at me to sit back down and stay still. But I wouldn’t.
Defence class would be starting soon, and I was adamant that I wouldn’t be missing it this time.