My skin stings and burns to instant welts as fabric rips across my shoulders, and he drags what’s left of my coverings off, burning and marking me with the assault of their removal. His claws rakes over my body as it makes its way over my ass, thigh, roughly scraping my skin as he circles under and heads for my core with very obvious intent.
“No, no, NOOOO!!!” I scream so loud, my voice cracks and my throat burns with searing agony. He has me held taut, stretched out and fully accessible to do whatever he wants to do to me. Imprinted or not. Destined mates or not. It always has to be consensual and no matter how hot you are for your chosen, force is never an option.
It’s a cardinal sin to take your mate without her say so, without her willingness. Femmes are to be treasured by their dominant, respected, cared for. Rape is a crime in our lands that could get him hung. Only the scum and outcasts would so such an awful thing, even to my kind.
I can’t believe Colton would rape me…. I can’t believe I was ever bonded to someone who could do this to me. Or why? This isn’t him; this isn’t who I felt him to be when we imprinted. My head is trying to make sense of this, something nagging in the depths, but terror takes over and logic dies a death.
I buck, I close my eyes as his claws inch between my legs, getting closer to defiling me and taking from me what is no longer his to take. Twisting and turning my body in useless defense and trying to push him from between my thighs to no avail. Trying to bite, even though my face is crushed to the soft plushness of the bed cushions, aware my teeth are extending, but he has my head all but wedged between my arms, unable to get free anymore.
His voice ricochets inside my head painfully, making my brain shudder as he reopens the link suddenly. Instantly assaulting my senses with the extreme loudness of his booming tone, his dominant gift, to further control me and I know I’m completely powerless against him.
STOP FIGHTING ME AND LET ME TAKE YOU. I WANT WHATS MINE!
Like before my body and voice is momentarily lost, outraged, hating him with every ounce of my soul, clawing back with a need to save myself from what he intends to do but it sparks something inside of me. That sudden surge of anger, rage, and power, fighting him with everything I have, to break free and defy him, for ever thinking he could do this to me.
I’m not a possession or an object. I’m not trash, to be used as he pleases and commanded by his will. I ‘m a heart and soul and a body which deserves to be treated as any other. I’m not nothing! … I’m a Whyte, and once upon a time, our kind was respected, loved, and accepted. He can’t reject me then think I’m his to abuse or ruin for any other mate. I’m worthy and
HE is
NOT!
HOW DARE HE THINK HE CAN BRUTALISE ME THIS WAY!!!!
I combust, like an inner mind implosion all over again, and everything goes black this time, as my brain gives out completely.
I’m Sorry
I wake up face down on the floor in a heap, arm draped awkwardly over my head and limbs splayed out on the hardwood, disorientated, choking on my own blood, and gagging on bile. Gathering my wits and trying to get my bearings, I struggle to move, dazed for a moment and then I remember where I am, and what he’s doing to me. Like a rush of water flowing back to a dry riverbed when the damn is breached.
That surge of furious self-preservation, instant awareness as the room comes back at me and I jump up, heart tearing through my chest with elevated thuds, claws appearing, mind a burning mess of mad. Ready to take him on in a battle to the death and fueled by something inside of me that I never knew I possessed.
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