Beyond His Evil

THIRTY-NINE.

Trigger Warning:

This chapter contains scenes of violence, sexual assault, and abuse that may be distressing or triggering for some readers. If you're uncomfortable with this type of content, please feel free to skip this chapter.

Thank you for understanding.

~~Kira~~

I was running.

I didn’t know what was behind me, only that it was dark. And deadly.

Each step burned each breath a scream in my chest. I could feel it gaining on me, whatever evil chased me through the trees. And then—

It caught me.

Fingers tangled in my hair, and before I could scream, my body was slammed against a tree. Pain exploded behind my eyes as my skull cracked against the bark. My legs gave out.

“Do you think you can get away?!” a voice growled.

It was monstrous. A vampire.

Blood trickled down my nose. My vision blurred as he leaned in closer.

“Stupid healer,” he spat. Then came the slap, sharp, punishing. My face whipped to the side. Another blow. My head struck the tree again, and blackness crawled at the edges of my vision.

It didn’t stop.

Blow after blow. Kicks. Claws. Pain rippled through every inch of my body until I couldn’t scream anymore. Until I was just blood and bruises and broken breaths.

I cradled my stomach, sobbing. My baby.

Please... someone save my child.

“That’s enough, Jace! Bring her to the others.”

A new voice. Deeper. More controlled.

“But Master Zethar—”

“I said that’s enough!”

The footsteps retreated, and I barely processed the name. Zethar... why did that sound familiar?

Before I could think, Jace yanked me up by my hair, dragging me upright. His face was inches from mine, fangs red with blood, his eyes gleaming with something far worse than hunger.

“I’ll drain you myself, hunter,” he snarled, voice thick with cruel delight.

He pushed me to the ground, and horror froze my blood as he unbuckled his belt.

“No—please—don’t—” I choked.

But he didn’t stop. And when he forced himself on me, I could do nothing but cry, scream, and beg.

The forest swallowed my screams. The pain, the humiliation, it hollowed me out until I was nothing but a vessel for his cruelty.

And when he was done, I didn't feel like a person anymore. Just pain in flesh. Broken, not only in body but spirit.

I lay in the dirt, choking on tears and bile.

Be strong for your baby, I told myself.

Even if I was shattered. Even if I didn’t know how.

"I can't wait to watch you all die. Now get up, bitch!" he growled, yanking me to my feet.

I stumbled, barely able to stand before he started moving too fast for me to keep up. I gave up and let my body be dragged through the dirt.

Screams echoed in the distance—agony, defeat. I looked up and saw healers being shackled, bound like cattle. He shoved me into a Demon's arms, and I shuddered.