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Loraine's hands trembled as she stepped into the grand hall.
Jason walked behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body—but he didn't touch her. Not yet.
"Do you trust me today?" he asked softly.
She didn't answer.
Before the Outing
That morning, he had tried to touch her in private, a gentle hand sliding toward hers.
"No," she whispered, pulling back.
His chest had tightened. The fire in his eyes had flickered—but only for a moment.
"You don't understand," he murmured, voice low, almost pleading. "I—please… just a moment."
She shook her head.
And he left her, silently seething, fingers curling into fists at his sides.
The Dinner Event
The evening was lavish. Candles burned tall, mirrors reflected endless shadows.
Jason's friends, vampires like him, moved elegantly, watching her closely.
She tried to focus, to blend into the environment, but every laugh from him, every whispered glance, made her skin crawl.
Then she saw it.
The Betrayal
A side room, doors half-opened.
Jason, smiling… kissing a woman. On the lips.
Her stomach twisted violently.
Her heart pounded.
"Jason," she breathed, stepping closer—but he didn't notice at first.
The woman laughed softly. His hand rested on her waist.
Loraine froze, disbelief clinging to her ribs.
The Confrontation
Jason turned.
Her eyes met his—and something broke.
Rage. Panic. Possession. Pain.
"Loraine—" he began, voice trembling, almost desperate.
"You—how—why?" she stammered, tears forming.
He ran to her, grabbing her hands, shaking her gently at first.
"I didn't mean—" he choked, voice breaking. "I didn't—don't leave me—please—stop crying, stop—"
Her tears were like knives in his chest.
He sank to his knees, gripping her arms, eyes red—not from anger, but from raw emotion.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, mine! I didn't want to hurt you!"
Violent Possession
Then the anger returned. Darker. Sharper.
He slammed his fist against the wall, rain of fear echoing through the room.
"You think you can watch me, see me, and walk away?" he shouted, voice tearing.
She flinched at the volume.
He grabbed her shoulders roughly, shaking her.
"You are mine! Mine!"
Her knees buckled under the force.
"I… I—" she gasped.
"Shut up," he hissed, pressing his forehead to hers. "Don't speak. Don't move. Don't breathe without me!"
Tears streaked down his face as he spoke, raw, desperate, violent, and broken.
He kicked her down , raised her dress, forcefully kissing her, she begged , but he didn't listen , he never does whenever he is in this mood . His eyes were pitch red , she was so scared , all he's thoughts were on the fact that she hated him , so he ravished her , slept with her forcefully, she ended up bleeding due to the force
Finally, he stepped back, breathing hard, hands trembling.
"I—" he whispered again, softer this time. "I can't… I can't lose you. Not you. Not mine."
Loraine stared at him, heart pounding, stomach sick, tears streaming.
She didn't trust him anymore.
But she also didn't dare leave.
Questions That Haunt
How much longer can Loraine endure Jason's violent possessiveness?
Can she ever forgive him when betrayal and rage walk side by side?
And when his tears and anger become indistinguishable, how will she know if she's safe… or trapped forever?