CXXVIII Selene: Eclipse

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Trigger Warning:

- sexual assault

- torture

- blood

- gore

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Oh heavens and hells, it is going to happen again.

His legs immobilize men, and his hands press mine to my sides, deeper into the mattress.

I am about to be raped again.

No matter how many times it happens to me, I can never get used to it.

I used to tell myself to think of something else when I was violated. Think of something pleasant, dissociate yourself from your present as much as possible. Lately, I reminisced over the memories shared with Shouto-kun. Memories, real and irreplaceable, all of them. The happy ones, the bitter ones, the terrified and the poignant. But right now, it is impossible to do that. Each sensation is made acute with my panic, chaining me to this horrible reality. Madam Ahearn's voice rings in my ears, urging me to resist. Do something to fight back. I struggle in his grip, which only delights the sick menace.

"Oh, little angel. Don't you know how much that arouses me?" he chuckles against my jaw.

Oh, I will show you arousal when I tear your neck with my teeth! Then I realize something. Angel ... he has called me that twice now. That is the same endearment Madam Ahearn used in her letter that I had shown to Thalia. I stare at the man on top of me with a new perspective: he thinks that I am his daughter. Given his sluggish movements and drawl to his words, he is still heavily intoxicated. Otherwise, how would my white tresses match caramel hair? I found his weakness ... Once you know someone's weakness, they're easy to manipulate. That invigorates me with a newfound strength and desire for vengeance.

I will not let you ruin me; I will ruin you. Beauty is a weapon. A lesson I have paid a heavy price to pay. Until now, men like you turned my beauty against me. No more. Now I will wield that enchanting sword to your neck. The victim will become the seductress. Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.

I push at his body until it rolls over. Until we reach the position we were in before, with me on top of him. "I apologize sincerely, Madam. But this is the only way I can escape and complete my end of the deal. Forgive me," I whisper before removing the earpiece and tossing it aside. Remembering all those little things that men did to supposedly pleasure me, I return them to him. A gentle blow to his ear. A brush of a kiss against his lips. A finger trailed down his neck. A press of my breasts against his chest. A hand slipped beneath the waistband of his jeans, teasing him. I hate and love that I am wearing gloves right now. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The action intensifies the physical contact I initiate, inciting a deep, guttural groan from him. "Angel, you will kill me." Oh, I will inflict something much worse than death, worry not. His legs spread to bracket my thighs in place. A foot roams up my ankle, beneath the trouser fabric, lining my legs. He lets go of one arm, only to slip it beneath the hideous Disney shirt and grope my chest. I stifle a shriek when he pulls my sleeves down and bites. Each time he brings me closer to him, it becomes more and more difficult to gain the upper hand.

Making the situation worse, he tumbles to the side, and once again I am trapped to his bed. From the bestial look in his eyes, I know that he wants to end these games and claim me. The menace intends to turn his carnal fantasies into reality, but I won't let him. I climb on my knees and elbows beneath him until I am reclining against the headboard of the bed. I want to end this game, too, but on my terms. I spread my arms across the headboard and give him a smirk so lascivious, it would damn the virtues of the angels of heaven. Arching my back just enough, I trail a foot up his thigh, his length, his hairy chest, his neck. He catches it before it can reach his bearded, mustached face and strokes it, pushing the fabric higher and higher. He pulls me toward him, giving me the momentum I need to push him to his back and end this manipulation.

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