POV (Point of View)

Chapter 94: Soft and Beastly

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains heavy smut, rough sex, woman degrading, rape, and psychological trauma. A viewer discretion is advised. 

Ran Haitani was humming to the loud jazz music in his room while preparing for his date night. He wore his black suit matched with a fancy coat with dark-violet details. He also messaged Meylas to prepare a nice dinner and a nice venue by the seaside for a more romantic and intimate effect.

Little did he know that what awaits him as he walks out of his door would be something that will ensure his absence tonight.

The next thing he knew, he passed out after someone mysterious hit the back of his head and said...

"Süße Träume, Ran Haitini." (Sweet dreams, Ran Haitani.)

And he could have sworn he had heard that voice somewhere before. But he couldn't pinpoint where.

Sarina-chan...I'm sorry.

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That's what happened. And Sarina didn't know that. And so...she waited.

For an hour. 

Which turned two. 

And then three.

That motherfucking asshole...fucking stood me up.

With a whole bottle of whiskey in her hand, she angrily stomped the boulevard after being left hanging by a certain Haitani in a high-class restaurant. She's been there for three long hours, looking like a real dumped richass bitch by her date. Here she thought her dumped days were over. Something she thought she would no longer experience after becoming Aurelia Schreiber. Turns out that's a lie.

Yes, Sarina went from being ordinary to being classy but she still dislikes getting attention for something ridiculous. Not to mention embarrassing. Who would have expected that she would go through as mortifying as this? For the second time, even. She just wants to fucking laugh.

It was past eleven when she arrived back in the hotel. Thankfully, the Purgatorio members were elsewhere or asleep, so she escaped the possibility of getting seen in her hottest mode, but dumped and unfucked. The Bonten members also seemed to be in their room or somewhere else fucking someone, but who cares?

She wanted to storm Ran Haitani's room for answers. But her pride refused so she did, too. She entered the elevator and continued drinking her whiskey. Inside, she sees a full body mirror around her, reflecting and mocking her.

"You look so fucking hot, Selena Schreiber. Fucking desirable. Fucking fuckable, too. But look at you...dumped and disregarded." She scoffed to her own reflection and drank from her bottle again.

And it was as if her reflection replied to her...

"But what if he's got a reason why he didn't show up? What if something happened? Don't you want to at least give him a chance? He did say that he loves you so much, right?"