10
ISBERLT.
His smirks grow broader as he crouches towards my ear, his grasp on my narrows nearly repressing me, and depriving a whimper out of me. "Let's see who will save you from me this time, you fucking whore!" He snarls, his sharpened claws shovelling into my neck, and almost drawing blood.
"Let me go, you bastard!" I fight to release his grip on me, but of course, my strength comes nowhere near his.
His hold on me releases, and I cough as I struggle to get on my feet and calm down my breathing. Closing my eyes to steady my racing heart, I raise my gaze to meet his with blaring eyes, only for me to be met by a strike across the face; stinging my skin so badly that I'm sure it's red.
I gasp as I hold onto the assaulted side of my face, before turning to meet his evil smirk again, and he lifts his brows at me; challenging me to speak up— which is exactly what I did.
"Did you just raise your hand on me?" I question, slowly pacing forward, and he chuckles, following my action, and taking a step forward before saying, "By the time I'm done with you; you'll realize what I just did is fragile out of the punishment you'll suffer from my hands. I don't know who the fuck you think you are, or why Rio and the Alpha King let you go scot-free when you should be taught a lesson, but I will make sure you learn one or two from me. "
His annoying smirk reimburses as he corners me against the wall, and I lift my head high, hand moving from my irritated skin; daring him to make a move.
He drapes his hand around my neck once again, trailing his pinky finger claw down my jaw, and I wiggle my head away from his touch; moaning.
"Playing hard to get, uh?" He laughs, snapping my head back towards his gaze, and I bite down on my lips to stop the wince that's trying to slip through my parted lips from the force. "You will be begging me for me when I have you screaming my name. "
"They will hear you. And they will come. " I tell him, but he only laughs, shaking his head.
"And here I thought you were a smart one, but of course you're dumb just like the rest of them. No one can hear you, whore. They are out there; busy partying, and having the best time of their lives, " God, please no. Fuck, he's right. They can't hear me; no matter how hard I scream— they won't. Not from the noises, and not from down here. "So you can scream all you want, slave. No one is coming here for you. "
Fear spurts through my body at the proficiency that he's precise, but I don't let him know how scared I am either. "I will report you if you dare lay a hand on me. " I snarl, and I watch as the smirk on his face slowly disappears to be replaced by a furious look. "You are not allowed to touch me; It's the Alpha's orders. "I continue, a small smirk playing by the corners of my lips to taunt him further, and when he remains silent, I thought I had him. I thought I won, and managed to save myself from the hands of this man.
Until that smirk returns, and he cocks his head to the side; mocking me. "You think you can threaten me, Slave? Think twice before you do that. If you dare mutter a word of what happened to anyone; I will kill you. Take my words for it. "
His other hand moves from its space—besides my head— to my waist, and he drags me closer to him; pressing his erected cock against my stomach, and I wince at the contact— eyes tearing.
No. I will not cry before him. I will not let him know how scared I truly am; I will not bend to his mother-fucking wills.
"Let go of me, you sick bastard!"
I start to struggle out of his hold, and he laughs menacingly before roughly turning me around, and pinning me against the wall; my face pressed against the cold surface with his grip around my throat keeping me still.
"Enough talking, " He groans behind me, his nails scratching against my back, and tearing the flimsy material up; with my skin altogether, drawing blood from me.
I whimper loudly as he tears down the dress, and the cold air hits against my skin, deeming me naked to his lascivious gaze.
He groans in satisfaction as he pulls the dress down to my legs, before pressing the crown of his cock against my opening, and I shake my head— scorn, and bitterness overwhelming me.
Please. Please, I'm so sorry I abandoned you. I'm so happy I left you, and ignored you after you tried so hard to get to me. I'm so fucking sorry. I'm fucking sorry I didn't listen, and made you leave. I'm so damn sorry, but please; just this once. Save me, just this once. Please, Raelynn. Please...
I'm jerked back into reality at the pain that shoots through my body when he grabs hold of my right breast, and squeeze it roughly in his palm; his finger pressing hardly to my nipple.
"Let go of me!" I scream, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Fucking let go of me, you bastard! Someone! Anyone!"
"No one can hear you, darling, " He chuckles behind me, "And you should be screaming my name, whore. Not help. " With those words, I feel his finger against my bare opening, but just before he can thrust in; a sound echoes around the room— halting his actions.
"Isberlt!"
I know that voice! God, I know that voice.
"Fuck!"
Peter groans behind me before releasing his grip on my throat, and waist altogether, scrambling away from me, and I fall against the wall— face covered in tears as I pull the dress up to cover my body.
"Isberlt, the event has started; what are you still... What the hell?"