Arranged To Marry The Beast

Chapter Four- Let me touch you

Your body is a violin, and my fingers, the bow that makes you sing.

"This was a bad idea." Blaire murmured to herself as she scrutinized the neighborhood. The streetlights illuminated the exurbs of Samout, she had never been out at this time of the night and she found the quiescence of the sleeping city to be chilling.

It was so quiet, the purl of the wind sounded louder than it should. Even as she ambled down the street, she couldn't purge that vexing feeling that she was being watched. She glanced over her shoulder multiple times, praying each time she wouldn't meet the eyes of her mother, flaring and ready to trounce her. There was no one, yet she felt she was being followed.

Her mother had always told her to fear the night, that she should never leave the house at night or stay up longer than she should, that she would not like what the night hides.

She didn't want to find out what she meant.

Thankfully, before she could flee back to her home, she spotted Raine's car and she waved her over.

"Hey, gosh I'm so excited about this!" Raine gushed, wrapping her arms around Blaire and hugging her.

"Did I make you wait for too long?" Her eyes darted from corner to corner, in search of the source of her discomfort. "Have you ever felt like someone was watching you?"

Instead of answering her, Raine pursed her red glossy lips, scrunching her nose as she eyed her from head to toe. "Blaire what are you wearing?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Raine rolled her eyes, unbelieving that her friend thought she'd dressed to impress. "You look like Mrs Hellernon, this is something she'd wear."

Blaire frowned, Raine was just exaggerating, she did not look like the elderly local Bakery owner.

"Lucky for you, I have a plan B," Raine opened the back door and pulled out a red dress on a hanger, "I always come prepared. Now this will show off that busty figure of yours, you need to wear something that makes those big titties pop, not hide them."

Blaire shot her a skeptical stare before changing into the dress. Her mother would never purchase such a scandalous, exiguous piece of clothing. The velvety garment was snug and hugged her body like a second skin, it was the short and reached mid-thigh, commanding attention to her athletic, toned legs and it had a low-cut neckline to accentuate her bust and thin spaghetti straps.

"Now this is what I call sexy," Raine winked, throwing her a silly wolf whistle, "come on let's go, you're getting your first kiss tonight." Blaire smiled awkwardly as she dragged her to the car and quickly drove off.

"I can't stay long though, I don't want mom to find out that I sneaked out."

"She won't find out, just relax." Blaire remained in reticence the entire twenty minutes drive. Central cliff was situated in the middle of a miniature forest with little development and teemed with woods. People rarely ventured to these woods, which made it ideal for juveniles who fancied unpermitted fun and rascality. There were about forty teenagers atop the cliff, an almost balance of both genders. Some were drinking, some were smoking, some had their faces latched onto each other, some were getting felt up and some were swaying drunkenly to the monotonous songs blaring from a sound system mounted onto the flagrant Desuardo Barcoli's car.

As soon as they arrived, Raine hauled Blaire from the car and scored the both of them a drink. Blaire felt out of place, this wasn't how she imagined the central cliff party scene to be.

"Drink." Raine urged, taking a swig of the alcoholic beverage. "Wait until we start playing games, I tell you, you're not going to regret coming here." She was beyond optimistic.

Blaire followed suit and guzzled her drink, grimacing profusely as she swallowed the first draft before spitting out the rest. "Ewweee.. why does it taste like that?"

"Seriously Blaire? Why did you do that? My god you're such a baby!" Raine scolded, entrenching Blaire in humiliation. She wasn't cut out for this. "Couldn't you at least swallow, you want everyone here to see that you're a newbie? That you're not part of us?"

"I'm sorry, it just tastes so bad, it burned my insides."

"Well this is what big girls drink, you want me to take you to the next party or not?"

"I do." Blaire wasn't even enjoying herself, but she would try harder to fit in, for the sake of her only friend. The only person in SCG who didn't think she was a freak or an outcast.

Another hour rolled by with Raine introducing her to the Plarconville boys when not deserting her to distribute attention to her other friends. It was liberating being surrounded by her peers, but she was worried nevertheless that her mother would go check on her and find her not there and all Hell would break loose.

Desuardo Barcoli had had his eyes on her the whole night. Those vibrant green orbs beckoned to her.

He wanted her, she knew it, Raine knew it, so did his mindless minions.

She'd never had a boy gaze at her in such a manner. It was unnerving, just as it was strangely flattering. Blaire didn't know much about him, he was undeniably palatable to the eyes, wealthy and very integrated into the social chain, which she was not, so why would he be interested in her?

"Blaire!" Raine excitedly nudged her arm, before she could even question one of Desuardo's minions stood in front of them.

"Des would like to talk to you, alone." The blonde messenger donned a supercilious smirk. He was one of the Plarconville bad boy jocks and clearly bad news. The kind her mother warned her about.

Blaire stepped aside, assuming he was addressing Raine, until he cleared his throat and kept his eyes glued on her. She pointlessly peered over her shoulder, before she squeaked an unbelieving,

"Who? Me?"

"Yes you, gorgeous, come with me." Before she knew it, he'd hooked his arm around her waist and led her to the supposed king of Plarconville.

The smirking, lofty boy slouched into the bonnet of his classic convertible. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, before piercing into her own.

"Come closer," he patted the spot next to him, "don't be shy, I'll only bite if you want me to."

'Bite? Why would I want him to bite me? That hurts.' Blaire mused as she leaned into the red vehicle and tried to hold his scorching stare.

"What's your name little doll?" He bit his pink lips lasciviously, and angled his face closer- body language she couldn't decipher.

She'd never found herself in this position.

"Blaire." She whispered, the proximity of his face to hers was making her feel strange and her insides frizzy.

Raine had told her that it was now or never, that her greatest goal tonight was getting her first kiss.

"If you're not going to get your first kiss and de-virgin those lips at make-out cliff, chances are you're going to remain a lip virgin forever." Were her words precisely.

"Well Blaire," the boy leaned in futher, his impending lips ushered a great deal of nervousness from her, "it's going to be make-out hour soon and my lips," he licked his lips, his wanton gaze lingering on hers, "have a date with yours."

"Ehheemm.. that sounds nice." Her cheeks were flustered, she hated how dorky and jittery she was being, why couldn't she be sexy and enticing like Raine?

She had reserved her lips for a myth all her life, if Desuardo wanted to kiss her, she was going to let him.

"Judging by this dress, you must be a girl who likes to have herself some fun," she flinched when his slick palm glided down her thigh, "relax," he whispered into her ear, "let me touch you."

She stiffened as his fingers crawled down her inner thigh, spreading her thighs. She'd never been touched so closely to her pubic area, hence she was naturally uncomfortable but she smiled regardless. Then he pressed his lips into the crook of her neck and her act crumbled. She gently pushed him away, blushing from the embarrassment.

The haughty boy c****d a brow, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth and deriding her with his eyes. "You're not a virgin, are you, sugarplum?"

Without much thought, Blaire shook her head as though she were unjustly accused. Raine had painted chastity at her age to be absurd, a strike of bitter misfortune and something undesirable. So she lied.

"No… I'm not a virgin."

The boys lips curved up to a devious smirk with far more indecent implication than his words. "I really want to see what's beneath that little dress, so why don't we go somewhere a little more quiet and have ourselves a little fun?"

Blaire's eyes searched for Raine, desperate for her guidance or at least approval, but the girl was too preoccupied with making-out with the blonde from earlier to come to her rescue.

"I'll just go with him and come back," she thought, "that's what Raine would do."

With that reasoning, she nodded her head and the boy's arm snaked around her waist and they scurried into the dusky woods, Desuardo sitting her on a dead log. The ambiance had changed with the surroundings, the silent forest was dimly lit by the dwindling moon and very creepy and unwelcoming of rambling teenagers.

It was in that very prevailing wilderness of lush vegetation, that Blaire not only found the conviction she was looking for, but was also pushed out of her comfort zone.

Desuardo's definition of fun was perplexing and beyond an uninitiated girl like her. When he slid her hand to his thigh and had her examining a protruding hardness, she knew she had bitten off more than she can chew. Even refraining from shrinking and squirming as he planted kisses on her neck and exposed shoulder was hard.

She was severely disappointed when he exhibited no desire to tend to her lips, but she was too shy to initiate the kiss.

Soon, she acquired even more cowardice when the boy unfastened his jeans and rose to his feet.

She had promised herself to be adventurous tonight and experience being a normal teenager for once, but she wasn't ready to nor did she want to undress in front of a boy.

"I want you to put that mouth to good use and suck my c**k, can you do that for me, baby girl?"

Blaire gave him a pensive stare before she timidly nodded her head and proceeded in the same docile tone. "Okay…"

She didn't even know what a "c**k" was but she didn't want to be delineated as a simpleton and as not knowledgeable by asking him what it was.

Desuardo was happy to utilise her to sate his desires. He hurriedly evicted his erected d**k from his briefs and ordered Blaire to get on her knees. Blaire hesitantly compiled in acquiesce, but upon realizing that he wanted to shove his pubic organ into her mouth and have her perform such an unhygienic act, she found her tongue.

"I can't do this."

She sprang to her feet, escaping the boy with a lie. "Uhmmm… I have to pee first."

"Okay," the boy groaned in exasperation, irritation set on his face, "be quick before I lose interest."

Blaire strode off, with a plan in mind. She would elude the boy and find another route that leads back to the party and then convince Raine to take her home.

Little did she know that, lurking in the forest, shrouded by the clumps of trees; was a sinister being.

The apparition her mother had always warned the night to hide.

Blaire hadn't even covered much distance when she heard it.

A sanguine, terrifying growl and a thunderous roar only a monster could make ripped through the silence, consecutively followed by a blood-curdling scream which undoubtedly came from Desuardo.

Shrubs shook.

Leaves rustled.

The moist soil was punished with dents.

Twigs snapped as the woeful forest made way for whatever that had induced such a frightening scream from Desuardo.

Each footfall was succeeded by a thud.

It was coming for her.

She never turned back, she began to run.

Blaire had never ran so fast her entire life, she delved deeper into the foreign forest, running into the unknown.

But she couldn't escape her fate, a destiny conscripted before she was even born.

Her sprints were futile, her heart vigorously hammered against her chest, her only weapon was her mind and it was increasingly going blunt. The adverse terrain would lead to her ruin. She hit a dead end as she halted in front of a murky, muddy body of water. A river.

That was the end.

She wasn't allowed even a second to think.

Not even the faintest of sounds announced his arrival.

An enormous mass enclosed her nose and mouth, muffing her frantic screams to nothing. She kicked and kicked, but to no avail.

"Be quiet, little s/ut."

Those were the last words she heard.  As her lungs were starved of oxygen and her body began to shut down, the last thing she remembered was being yanked from the ground and flung over a solid structure.