Chapter eleven

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If I had to have children with anyone, I would probably be the least opposed if it were Jasper. He was caring, attentive, sweet and a wonderful conversationalist. I don't even remember if we ever got mad at all during this whole time. But when I woke up and realized that my lie would be revealed today, I still felt fear. How are Kitsunes bred in captivity? Will they make us make love? How do you make someone love you? A small part of me wondered if they had the equipment for artificial insemination, but even that thought was terrifying.
"Jasper." I muttered, sitting in my blood-soaked bed and looking fearfully at the door. The boy who had fallen asleep slowly raised his head and immediately jumped into a sitting position when he saw my expression. After looking me over from head to toe, he stopped at my bloody pants and cursed. We both strained our ears to hear if anyone was coming. Spread our claws as much as we could, and only then did it occur to me that maybe it would be enough to unlock the chains.
Giving him a quick hopeful look, I began to unlock the chains around my legs with my claws and - eureka, they felt limply onto the bed. It was more difficult with my hands. I twisted my wrist, but managed to unlock one arm and then free the other one. Jasper had a harder time, but just as I was about to jump to help him, the door burst open and all three werewolves ran out with guns pointed at us, which my nose told me were filled with rose water. I could feel myself shifting into a combative state. As the werewolves shot, I kicked my bed and managed to hide behind it. In swift movement I suddenly jumped on the neck of one of them, putting my already fully extended claws through. The woman made a sound I had never heard before and the gunshots started again. I could feel my clothes getting damp, so I ripped them off in one swoop and jumped on top of the other werewolf. He threw the gun at me and grabbed my wrists with his hands, pushing me against the wall. At that point, his partner loaded another gun and instead of shooting at me, she aimed at Jasper and shot him directly in the chest. It was an arrow, but even as I struggled I could tell that it wasn't rose water that flew past. The smell tickled my nose and I was stunned for a moment, forgetting that I was fighting, so the werewolf took advantage of this and threw me across the room towards Jasper. Then both of them closed the door behind themselves leaving the third corpse here.
"Jasper? Are you okay?"
I asked, pulling my nails in, taking a step closer to him. My sense of smell sharpened, trying to figure out what that sweet smell was. The guy clumsily clinked the chains and unhooked them as I approached. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists and as he raised his head I was met with a wild look from the kitsune.

*Warning to be read only by people with strong nerves*

"Jasper? It's me, Catherine." I snarled trying to free my wrists.

His nose twitched a few times and he pulled me closer and buried his face in my neck. I struggled to get out of his grip, but instead he tightened his grip on me and in a sudden movement flipped me onto my stomach onto the ground with his hips pressing me down. Releasing my wrists, he proceeded to tear at what was left of my or his clothing as I desperately tried to claw my way out from under him, begging him to stop. While he was busy ripping his pants, I managed to get out from under him and got back into a fighting stance. Jasper's enraged howl and angry panting betrayed that he was desperate to finish what he had started, so I chose my life to defend myself. Everything we hit in the room broke, the walls and floor were stained with our precious blood, but Jasper was stronger. Finally he still caught me by the hair and pinned me to the ground and roared with vicotry as he forced himself into me. My body slumped and gave up, I could still feel a tear running down my face and I closed my eyes surrendering to what was happening. I could hear rhythmic, rough movements behind me, but I seemed to feel absolutely nothing. I let myself fly away, closing my eyes and hoping they would never open again.

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The first thing I felt was stickiness. Stickiness everywhere. Then came the pain. If there were nerves in the eyelashes, they would hurt too. I moved my finger and realized that it must be broken. Even taking a shallow breath hurt all my ribs, let alone moving my eyelids. But I forced myself to open my eyes. I was laying on my back and another body was lying on my arm. I was in the same room I passed out of and the still body was the same creature that attacked me.
I tried to bend my legs and the pain shot between them so suddenly that I returned to the laying position again. I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I begged all the Gods in existence that the creature that had disgraced me would now be fast asleep and not feel that I was awake.
I got a grip of myself and slowly I moved my legs again. Somehow, I turned over on my side, not moving the hand that the beast was clinging to. I slowly picked myself up, and felt a little relief when I saw his face. His eyes were closed and his face relaxed and calm. Not the expression I remember at all. I carefully removed my hand from under the kitsune's head, sat up and looked around. Is this how they are going to breed us? Do they really think I'm going to give up so easily?
I gritted my teeth and got to my feet very slowly. I could have sworn the left one was either broken or very badly bruied. My eyes flashed, so I leaned against the broken bed and waited for the image to stop spinning. I went around Jasper on the other side and looked away from his nakedness. The smell from before was gone and I really hoped he would wake up being himself. Did I really want him to get up? I took my time and pulled out the sheet and wrapped it around myself like a dress. Although I wasn't usually ashamed of my nakedness, after everything that came to mind, I wanted to cover up as much as possible.
Suddently, screams and banging were heard somewhere outside the door, which immediately alerted the fear that they were coming to inject him again with the same thing and the hell would repeat itself all over again. With my better hand, I lifted the broken edge of the bed off the ground and retreated to the very back wall, ready to defend myself again if I had to. No. I won't give up on anything without a fight. I'd rather die. Death is a lesser evil than what I experienced. I don't know if it was from the sounds or my movements, but the body on the ground shook and a moan came from it. Or was it a growl? He covered his face with his hand and rolled onto his back and sat up straight.
"Don't even dare to move."
I hissed, putting all the hatred in my voice. A deeper growl came from Jasper and he turned his head towards me. His eyes were still dark and a wave of pain shot through my body in preparation for what was about to happen again. He slowly stood up, taking a step toward me, and then the door to the room swung inward, several more figures huddled in here. Everything happened so fast that I didn't have time to react. I heard a shot, Jasper's roar, and then a terrifying hiss. Fear took over and I curled up into a ball and landed as close to the floor as I could, avoiding any kind of struggle. Something heavy slammed into the wall above me and shuddered right next to me, but that only made me ball even more and stop breathing. Even the pain was nothing compared to the panic I felt. Only when the room became deathly silent and only my uneven breathing could be heard, I dared to raise my head and see what had happened here.
"Catherine." Said a voice that made my body shake with relief and confusion. "Catherine, everything is fine. Come here."
What if this is just a dream? What if it's my subconsciousness trying to help me cope with what's really going on in gere with my body?
As if to say that it wasn't a dream, my legs stretched out to stand me up and take a few steps away from the corner I was in. With teary eyes, I shook my head not wanting to go anywhere, wanting this image to stay and never disappear.
"Everything is fine, Catherine."
"I'm afraid. You will disappear."
I whispered in a voice hoarse from the lump in my throat. Although my legs slowly carried me towards him, he seemed to get tired of waiting and took me in his arms after overcoming the distance that separated us with just a few steps. As gently as he could.
"Xavier."
His hug seemed to take away everything that had happened to me in the past few days, as if it erased all the pain, all the fear, all the bad feelings, and all that remained was the coolness that radiated from him. An invigorating, life-giving wholeness.

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