Damned (Alastor x OC)

Ch 58

I haven't been able to get any story art done, but here some college art I had to do🥳

Aria's POV

He kept his claws in my neck the entire time he forced me to walk with him. My breaths came shakily, tears falling from my lashes.

A few short hiccups would leave me every now and then, but other than that I was silent.

"You know, this truly was supposed to be more fun than this," Xander said matter of factly, "I was having lots of fun, my dear! Playing games with you, I mean, I was going to give you quite the death," he chuckled.

My eyes stayed glued to the floor, my hands wringing in front of me and fidgeting nervously.

His lair was huge.

I don't know where he's taking me, but we've been walking forever.

"Oh come on, don't you talk?" He asked, and then tsk'd, "you could at least make this interesting. Beg, maybe?"

My eyes widened then, and I got a flashback of my first time meeting Alastor.

When he asked me why I don't beg.

"Why the fuck would I beg you for anything." I hissed at him vehemently, "you sick freak."

He laughed at that, and shoved me to the concrete. I whimpered softly at the pain of getting scraped, and turned over to look at him, my ears lowering.

He stared down at me, that same smile, same shit eating confidence.

"I'm going to do horrible things to you, my dear," he purred at me, leaning forward, "horribly beautiful things~"

Then, with absolutely no warning he grabbed me by the hair. I cried out, immediately trying to pry him from my scalp. Of course he's stronger than me, so my pitiful hits did nothing to him.

If anything, he likes it.

Dragging me across the floor, I kept getting flashback after flashback.

Except this time I don't have a vase to break.

I don't have Alastor.

Xander yanked me roughly to my feet by my hair. Then immediately slammed me against a wall. He was breathing roughly, a psychotic smile on his face.

His hand was around my throat in an instant, and my legs felt weak. I grabbed his wrist and sobbed quietly.

He chuckled, then pulled me forward and slammed me back again, making my head crack against the wall.

I gasped, white spots clouding my vision as a white hot pain burst through my head. I could taste blood when I coughed.

"Our friend Alastor sent a little spy to visit me..." he growled, getting close to my face, "she lured him away from you for me," he chuckled darkly.

There was a bite behind his words. Anger. Looking into his eyes, I could see the pain he was hiding. I've grown so used to Alastor hiding his emotions from me, I can basically read eyes like a book.

In this case, the one eye that was available for me to read was wide and psychotic...and hurt.

He's hurting.

"Who hurt you, huh...?" I whispered to him, my hands still clutching his wrist.

His smile faltered and he narrowed his gaze slightly. Confusion passed through his eyes momentarily before he tightened his grip on my throat.

"Shut up." He seethed, but I felt like I was throwing him off. Maybe if I can get under his skin, I can distract him long enough for someone to find me.