Nate Part 4

The events unfold almost in slow motion, or maybe my predatory instincts are so heightened that I’m acutely aware of every detail. She lifts her reddened eyes, her face swollen, with smudged lipstick creating a thin red line at one corner of her mouth that almost reaches her cheek, making her look like a clown. Her pupils dilate when she sees me, but she doesn’t notice me until she’s just a few steps away. Her whole posture stiffens, and she tries to turn and run when she senses the murderous rage etched on my face. But I use her dog collar to my advantage. I grip the two chains attached to her collar and yank her towards me with a sharp pull.
I relish the way she tumbles to her knees, grimacing in pain. I ignore her. I throw away the cigarette and wrap my free hand in her hair. I disregard her whimpering, disregarding the fact that she seems to be the same Isabela I once knew, kneeling, vulnerable, with tears streaming down her face.
She betrayed me, so I’ll be worse to her.
I savor the fear that makes her completely rigid under my possessive grip, both on her collar and in her hair. I pull her head back as I lean in closer.
“Listen carefully to what I’m about to say, Isabela!” I spit the words like the animal I am in this moment, almost roaring. “You have one damn day to pack your things and get the hell out of here. Take this as a mercy strike. If I see you anywhere on this campus, I’ll shatter your soul into so many pieces you won’t even be able to count the places you’ll be hit.”
“How can you still be angry?” she screams, digging her sharp claws into the back of my hand that’s holding the chain. She tries to push herself up, but I don’t let her. I force her to stay on her knees. Isabela groans, and that makes my cock harden. “You were the last man I’d let fuck me, Nate! You had no right.”
“You were ready to fuck anyone, literally. I just ate what was being offered for free!” I scoff, ignoring the idiotic whimper she gives at the sting of my words. And I’m surprised to see her shedding all these tears. This new sharp version of her doesn’t seem prone to crying. “I warned you. You fucked me over, Little Sun... just like you did seven years ago! So do as I’m telling you: get out of Revolta by tomorrow!”
And what she does next infuriates me. She lifts her swollen eyes filled with rage to mine, then laughs, a hearty laugh that shakes her shoulders, leaving me confused. I hate how beautiful she looks while laughing! Even though she’s dressed to seem like something else, she still looks childlike when she smiles. Her entire demeanor softens.
“Oh, Nate... fuck you! Do you really think I’m going to leave this college out of fear of you?” she mocks between laughs. She slowly releases my hand, sits back on her heels, then places her fingers on her thighs and looks up at me, almost appearing submissive. That bitch! I want to shove my cock down her throat until she chokes and has no time to spout words in my ears. “Look at me, look closely, like you used to. You’ve seen me inside out, so you know I’m not afraid of destruction. I was burned alive, torn apart—nothing can hurt me anymore, Nate. You almost did... but you were ineffective. So go ahead, try. It’ll be fun. Let’s make this place a war zone, but you won’t see me running away like a coward.”
“Is that so? We’ll see how much you can take, Isabela!” I challenge, smiling as I relish how she just invited me to battle. Brave! That’s a fact. And all this defiance makes me want to bury myself inside her. But I settle for leaning in closer to her face.
So naive! She’s acting tough and fearless, yet she closes her eyes as I lean in towards her lips. I free her red hair and the collar from my fingers, only to position them where I can rip the thin shirt open in the middle of her chest. I regain hold of the chains and press my open hand against the skin between her breasts, just to confirm how scared she is. And maybe she enjoys feeling it, as she gasps. Holy shit! Her heart beats as wildly as it did on the day I kissed her for the first time.
Let’s play!
I don’t release her collar. If that damn thing made me angry before, now I have to admit how exciting it is to dominate her with that accessory. I rub the tip of my nose against her lips. She squirms and lets out a low moan. I slide my lips towards hers, keeping them mere millimeters apart from Isabela’s mouth. And when I notice her licking her lips, looking desperate to be kissed, I turn away and sink my teeth into her chin.
She opens her eyes, startled. I’m smiling between bites, allowing my teeth to bite down so hard on the delicious flesh of her chin that a loud lament escapes her throat. I stop before blood can trickle from her skin. I rise to my feet and step away, cutting all contact between us.
She’s kneeling, her hair disheveled from my tugging, her chin marked, her shirt torn, tears in her eyes. There’s anger mixed with hurt in her gaze as her chest rises and falls with short breaths. I cross my arms and tilt my head to the side, enjoying the sight of her in this state.
“War zone... That’s what you said, right? I liked that, Little Sun. Let’s blow this place up trying to destroy each other. I’m going to fuck you, Isabela, in every imaginable way, even the dirtiest ones!”
As I walk away toward the men’s dorm, I can hear her furious scream in the distance. Identical to the one she let out the day I left her, years ago—a scream that seemed to release a part of her she had kept contained.
“That’s just the first of many screams, Little Sun,” I whisper.