Chapter 033
HANNAH
"What did you say?" he asked quietly. A few seconds of silence ensued. "Come on. Talk to me. Repeat what you just said. Don't be shy. Talk or I swear I'll force it out of you!"
"I said I don't want this life. Please let me go. I don't want you and... I know you don't really want me. You have Julia. She wants you more than anything in the world. Please go be with her and leave me alone. You and I know that we will not be happy together.”
I saw his eyes glint dangerously and knew I had made a mistake in speaking up. I saw him raise his hand but I wasn't prepared for the slap, the force of which knocked my head against the wall. With an open mouth, I sat there, with my hand pressed against my cheek from which waves of pain were radiating. It hurt so bad I couldn't properly draw a breath.
"How dare you speak to me like that, you filthy bitch," Asher yelled. "Who are you to tell me what to do? You, who should be kneeling at my feet, groveling and thanking me for the privilege of accommodating you in a house your traitor father could never afford even if he got to live a hundred lives. Do you think you’re something? You’re nothing!”
"I'm- I'm sorry," I gasped, shrinking from the rage in his eyes. "Please..."
"No, you're not. You're not nearly sorry enough, but you will be after I'm done with you. I warned you that you’ll regret misbehaving in school. Now, you’re under my roof and you’ll do exactly what I say at all times.”
Another look leaped into his eyes. It was a look I didn't like one bit and frightening as his temper was, I would rather have faced it a thousand times over than this.
With his hands planted on his waist, he slowly and deliberately looked me over from head to toe. It made my skin crawl. I wrapped my arms around myself, tried to make myself as small as possible.
"You know what? I'm thinking... why wait until the mating ceremony? Maybe I could teach you a bitter lesson in other... creative ways. Don't you agree?"
"Asher please..."
"Stand up!" he barked.
When I did not obey, he grabbed me roughly by the arm, pulled me to my feet and pushed me onto the bed. Before I could properly struggle to sit up, he was sitting on the bed. Pinning me to the headboard with one hand, he began to ruck up my gown with the other.
"What are you doing?" I cried.
"What does it look like? I think you have too many clothes on. How about you let your mate know what you've got underneath. Huh? Let me know if you're worth my time."
He got my blouse up to my thigh. I managed to free one hand and yanked it down. I heard the material rip. He placed his hand on my crotch. I slapped it away. He grabbed my boobs. As I tried to shove him away, he slapped my other cheek. Hard.
"You dare fight me?" he growled. "Touch me again, and I'll break your fingers. Now lie down there and take what I give you."
"No. No no no no," I kept saying, but in a hoarse whisper. “Please…please!”
The panic had locked my vocal cords and it was gradually doing the same to my muscles as I truly began to realize the terrible thing Asher was about to do.
When he tore the material of my dress in two, I screamed. He yanked down my pants and straddled me. With my fists, I hit every part of him that I could reach. It made no difference.
"I'll teach you manners," he kept saying. “Stop moving, you fucking bitch!”
He pulled down his trousers, then his shorts, pulled my legs apart and then there was a knock on the door.
"Who the fuck is it?" Asher roared.
The guard opened the door, took one look into the room and looked pointedly away. Asher didn't bother getting off me. He just glared at the guard.
"My apologies, Master Asher," he said. "Your father wants to see you."
"What now?"
The guard nodded. "Yes. I believe he said... immediately."
"Fine," Asher snapped.
As the guard left, Asher rolled off me, and pulled on his shorts. He left the room without another glance at me, muttering under his breath about 'bad timing'.
I didn't really believe he was gone until he had slammed the door behind him. I put my hand to my throat. Try as hard as I could, I couldn't draw air into my lungs. I found myself hyperventilating. The room was filled with sounds of my wheezy attempts at breathing. My eyes were blurry with tears.
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