THE PSYCHOPATH

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

FREYA POV

Tears rush down on my pillow as I try to calm my breath, different thoughts racing through my brain, making me feel crazy.

Selene's tortures are getting worse day by day.

She can do whatever she wants, she won't stop because she doesn't care about what happens to her friend and Megan.

All she cares about is herself.

She says I'm here cause of what I did even if I'm she cannot force herself on me, truth is she wants me for herself only.

She raped me, did everything that was forbidden for her.

I don't understand why she can't just accept it and tell the truth and let me go.

When Selene left me with Megan, who looked at me with disgust on her face, saying it all without words.

And just ran after Selene.

I haven't moved from this place since she left.

I feel powerless, unable to collect myself as she breaks me every time again and again.

Selene never gives me a chance to heal from the marks she leaves on my body, every time before they can heal she marks me again.

My body feels more hers than mine.

I hear the door open and my eyes fall on Megan entering the room, not in a good mood.

She looks at me, crossing her arms as she speaks.

"I knew you were a whore, but I didn't know you would dare to trap Selene," she says, her words dripping with hatred. "What made you think she would fall for it? Selene doesn't look at whores like you but hoes always try."

Anger builds within me at her accusations.

I sit up on the bed, gritting my teeth as I respond.

"Listen to me carefully. Your girlfriend is in love with me. I never tried anything because I didn't need to. From the first fuckinn day, she's been trying to fuck me. I don't even like her. You're the one always seeking her attention, but she doesn't even look at you. I'm not sure who the real whore here Megan. And next time do not call me that again." As I finish speaking, her face pales in shock.

I didn't realize I spoke so loudly in my anger.

She looks at me, trying to find words, I could tell she is so pissed and hurt at same times but eventually she takes a step back and leaves the room, slamming the door behind her.

I sigh and fall back on the bed, ready to cry over the hurtful words she threw at me once again.

But I'm glad I can talk back.

SELENE POV

I sip my whiskey looking around the club, surrounded by beautiful girls.

It's foolish of Freya to think I want her forever. It's like a fever that will pass with time.

All I want is to have her, and once she submits to me, we're done.

Freya wouldn't be here if she had been careful that day.

It was fate, not me, that brought her to my door.

As much as I enjoy being with women, I know the dangers of getting addicted, especially if you fall in love.

I know my limits and make sure not to cross them.

I left before Megan could stop me, I was too angry to answer her questions.

I don't care about her opinion as long as I'm satisfied.

My phone rings, and I pick up, irritated.

"What? Can't you just leave me alone?" I yell.

"Selene, he has awakened!" Megan says.

"What are you talking about, Megan? Spit it out," I respond angrily.

"Elijah."

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