Subject 13

| Chapter Seven |

The male pulled away and caressed my cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away the tears he was held responsible for. "Because, you're mine."

Chapter Seven:

   "Yours?" I screamed, "Get away from me you filthy biting animal!" I cursed, throwing words at the man, I'd never in my whole existence, wonder I'd ever speak. His eyes seemed to visibly darken and flicker with golden highlights. This made my whole body tense immensely then it already was. "I-I'm so sorry," I suddenly squeaked, afterwards covering my mouth and turning my head in the direction facing away from his and avoiding his piercing stare.

I heard a deep sigh being released from in front of me before two fingers roughly grabbed ahold of my chin and turned it towards a blank face. "It's all over now, I can take you home if you decide to co-operate with me." He spoke, his husky voice turning out to be surprisingly sexy to my ears.

I shook my head, "It really hurts." I whimpered, pressing pressure onto the bite mark he had given me-which still left me gaping at and still processing the thought. Under my shaky fingers I could feel the inflammation already forming around the burning area.

"It shouldn't!" He growled, pulling my hand away and getting closer to my neck, where his eyes ravaged the swollen area. I bit down on my lip in agony once his hand came in contact with the wound. His skin was so cold upon my heated skin, I almost felt like begging him to keep it in place as it seemed to relieve some of the pain. "What the fuck," his hand traced the area, poking at the skin along the way. "This shouldn't be happening."

It began to get really hot as the man kept probing at the area, mumbling words coherent to my ears. Beneath me, my legs began to struggle to keep up my body weight, and I could feel the noticeable amounts of sweat forming across my brow and over my top lip, as well as run along both sides of my cheeks and the back of my neck. It unexpectedly got harsher for me to breathe, so I had to begin letting in and out struggled hoarse gasps of air, whilst clinging onto the tree for much needed support.

The guy noticed my pathetic efforts to keep quiet and calm, so he pulled me to his chest in alarm. "What's wrong, mo̱ró?" He questioned me, effortlessly placing the palm of his hand on my forehead. "Fuck! You're burning up, why didn't you tell me sooner! Are you stable enough to walk?"

I shook my head, and then closed my eyes. I felt so drained, almost like something was sucking all of the energy out of me and leaving me to be helpless. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, weakly pushing at the man's muscular chest I was now pressed up against. He had pulled me into his arms, and my feet were no longer on the ground--but dangling, 3 feet off it.

"Home, now rest." He ordered me softly. He had an arm tucked under my legs and an arm supporting my tilted back. My lower lip trembled a little. I was so frightened, but I was in no condition to put up a fight or attempt to run away. Even after the man's previous actions, I still felt such a deep connection towards him within, that kept me drawn to him, despite how frightened I was feeling.

Time passed quickly. As we progressed through the trees, I unconsciously sensed a change of aroma in the air. Slightly opening one eye, I took a quick glance at where we were. Nothing out of the ordinary caught my eye, just continuos forest land.

The engraved bite mark on my skin still burnt and the pain progressively coursed through my body. Slowly, I began to feel a pins and needles tingling sensation take full control over all my limbs, one by one. First starting at my hands, to my arms and then from my feet up along my legs and thighs. Cautiously, I tilted my head up towards the man, and bit my lip, contemplating whether I should speak up and say something or not.