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He came strolling in the cell, I avoided eye contact with him. I saw him undoing the chains and when he did I went limp on the ground wincing as my muscles moved.
"I hope you have learned your lesson," he breathed before sweeping me in his arms and carrying me out the haunted place.
I bit my tongue not trying to show how repulsive I was.
He climbed up the stairs into his own room and then made a beeline for the bathroom, I was placed in hot water and I kept crying as it was too hot and seeped into my wounds making it worse.
"Quit it, this is cleaning your wounds," he growled, locking eyes with this heartless eyes and stone cold state I felt hatred burn within me, I was tempting to say I hated him but bit back my own voice.
Once done he went to get my clothes off my body and I stopped him, I had dignity and respect even though he already stole what was mine but I couldnt let him have advances, "Don't test me or I swear," he warned and I knew better.
I hugged my knees to my chest covering as much as I could, "Wear those and come out soon," he slammed the door shut as I enjoyed the now normal water thinking through the past 24 hours.
Weren't mates supposed to love and cuddle? Guess not.
I slipped on the extra large shirts and khaki shorts trying to tighten them around the waist, I peered out the door and came out when I noticed there was no one.
"Let's not make this hard and get it over with, you will share your blood with me, alright?" I jumped, he was here.
I nodded, another whipping wasn't on my bucket list.
He stepped forward and took out a knife, I hurried back in the bathroom, I had a phobia with sharp objects.
"Open the god damn door," he shouted, I whimpered, "No."
"I swear I'll break this goddamn door, you hear me?" He yelled, "I'm afraid of knives," I blurted, there was silence.
"Open the door, I won't use the knife."
I didn't Trust him but I also didn't plan on visiting the dungeons.
I slowly opened the door and saw him smirking at me, I stepped out completely.
"Give me your wrist," he commanded and I did.
"Close your eyes and think of something good," I did what he said, I imagined my old life and the smiles I shared with my loved ones. The pranks I did. My best friend who I loved, so many things. Happiness was everywhere. My sister Karlie and so much more.
"Ah!" A sharp pain trickled at my wrist as I struggled with his grip, he used the knife! Traitor.
"Wasn't so bad, but maybe it was." He mocked before licking the wound clean, soon he cut his wrist and binded them together, his hand slipped behind my back as he thrusted me forward. "This was the beginning," he paused caressing my cheek with his lips, "there's more." With that I was once again on his bed, suprisingly straddling him. "Please, no..." I begged, I couldn't let him do that again.
"You're my mate, one of the reasons I brought you here was to f**k you, isn't that simple enough?" His eyes went golden, his wolf might take over anytime soon.
"You can't, I don't want this," a gut wrenching sob left my mouth.
"I can, I will." He ripped the shorts off and easily slid his pants off, positioning me on top of his throbbing member, with ease he slid in as I winced all the way trying to get up.
"If you fight this Avery, your life will become worse. Trust me." He warned as all the fight left my body.
He hoisted me up and plunged me down as I cried, his penetration was deep like he was stabbing me, lights danced in my head as he hit something deep in me, his grunts became moans as I bit my lip to stop mine, I finally moaned when he seated himself on that one spot that made me forgot my morals.
I started moving on top of him as he binded our wrists, he threw me back on the bed holding my hands up my head our blood mixing, I was in a state of europhia as he drove in at a faster pace.
I was being stretched, soon with each deep thrust he gave a growl and I felt his seed inside me, I moaned as he rubbed my clit still inside me and with that I shattered, my mark tingled and my wrist gave a jolt.
We were mated.
I closed my eyes my tears once again spilling with all my worth.
"Open your eyes," he said in a low voice.
I did so.
His hair stuck to to his forehead, wet and slick.
"It won't be bad, just compromise." He gave me his evil look and and pulled out, once again leaving me to cry all alone. "But if you want to resist, I am up for it, I like challenges."
One thing was clear, he was a heartless monster, my mate. He killed, he destroyed and now he raped his own mate. He could have my body but In my heart all there is for him, is hate.
And I won't let him break me. Ever.
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It's been one week and three days, I had cooked for him and he had liked it, I had cleaned his room and I absolutely avoided all contact with him, he was busy aswell so he didn't bother, he didn't even touch me, thanks to God.
This morning waking up I realised everything felt wrong and I felt dizzy, soon my head spinned and I darted for the bathroom.
Last night's small meal was in the toilet, I had emptied my stomach. Must be weakness, I walked towards the sink and rinsed my mouth and took a shower thinking I should eat more.
I climbed down the stairs and started working on his breakfast, I cut the fruits and then mixed them in the bowl, made the banana shake, eggs and warmed the bread. I took out the ham and it smelled funny, I chose to ignore while I tried to cook it in olive oil, all of a sudden my head spinned again, oh god did I have have a fever? I left the pan and ran upto the nearest bedroom emptying what little was
left in my stomach, the whole room spinned and my abdomen soared, I clutched it moaning in pain I slumped against the wall feeling like something was stuck in my throat, I was hungry but only thing I wanted to eat was pasta or cheese, whatever works.
It must be my period but there was no blood and I didn't remember feeling so funny when PMsing, I usually ate junk as my tummy bloated and cramped.
"Avery!" Yelled the voice of my mate as my nostrils catched the burning smell wafting in the air.
Oh God, No.
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