My whole body trembled as I lean on the cold wall of my room, hugging my knees tightly as if it'll protect me from everything that had happened. My body was barely clothed with a faded blue gown that had been ripped mercilessly but I could barely feel the bits of the cold
I could barely feel anything except from the deep, raw ache coming from between my legs — a wound no one could see but I'd never forget.
They had taken all that I had left.
Tears raked through me as i covered my head in shame. I could still feel their hand lingering on my skin and it made me disgusted with myself.
It's my fault.
I shouldn't have looked at him in the eyes, thats what led to this. I shouldn't have worn this dress— he said that's what made him aroused. I should've avoided him at all cost, maybe then he wouldn't have come finding me with his friends.
Maybe if I had screamed louder, someone would have heard and come to help me. But who am I kidding — no one will help someone like me, no one.
The door banged opened with a furious force and I flinched, pressing myself against the wall, hoping it'll swallow me whole.
Please, no, no,no, please.
A hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head up so violently, pain burst across my skull.
Alpha Bastian's face filled my vision, his eyes filled with so much disgust as he stared down at me " You slut, is that what you do now? Going around, seducing my warriors?".
My face was pale with fear and I shook my head at the accusations " I didn't— I d-d-didn't ". My voice came out cracked and barely audible " T-T-T hey r-r-raped me".
His monstrous hand landed on my face at that and my head swinged violently to the side. If not for his tight grip my hair, I would've collapsed from the force of his hand on my face.
" You opened your legs for them, you wanted it — i know you did". He leaned down, his face uncomfortably close to mine " You are mine — your body and your soul. I'll show you what happens to those who dares touch my things".
He started dragging me toward the door, my bare feet scraping the floor.
"No no no no" My voice broke into raw, useless sobs.
"No, no, no—"
I jerked upright with a gasp, my chest heaving like I'd just run for my life.
The white walls around me swam in and out of focus, the faint beeping of a monitor cutting through the fog.
Hospital.
A warm hand squeezed mine.
"Elyssa?"
I turned my head. Arla was sitting beside me, her eyes wide and worried.
"You're safe," she whispered, but her voice felt miles away. My pulse was still in the dark room, still under his grip, still hearing the door slam—
"No," I breathed again, my voice trembling, as if saying it could undo everything. " No" I was still in some kind of haze and i couldn't just get it in my head that it was all over.
My sobs hitched, wracking my whole body as the memories crashed through me like a relentless storm. I tried to pull away from the nightmare clawing at my mind, but it clung to me like a second skin. Maybe because the so called nightmare were really memories I've tried to bury deep inside me.
Then, suddenly, arms wrapped around me, warm and grounding. Arla's embrace was a lifeline, her presence the only thing tethering me to reality.
" Shhh, it ok. I'm right here, I'm right here with you"