Phase Two (Book Two: Experiment Series TMI)✔

.CHAPTER ONE.

*WARNING! This chapter has MATURE CONTENT!!*

Hurt.
Anger.
Hatred.
Disgust.
Defeat.

I stayed hudled in my corner, my cloths now drenched from my body constantly bleeding, clutching over my lower abdomen in pain. My stomach was grumbling up a storm, begging for food, my throat as dry as the sahara, my body so weak, another touch and I think I might crumble to dust.

I don't know how long, but I'm assuming it's been a few weeks since I've been locked up, since I've seen civilization, other than my torturers.

My head rested weakly again the wall, inspecting the new bruises I received yesterday. Atleast, I think it was yesterday. I don't know how long was I out.

I was practically all skin and bones, adorned with blisters and black and blue blotches of injuries. My hair had also lost a lot of volume due to the constant pulling. I'm surprised I'm not bald yet. I reached up and felt the bags under my eyes.

I sighed, dropping my hand, tears welling up my eyes as I recollect the incident.

*flashback*
~The familiar rattling of keys echoed between the four walls and by reflex, I cowered more into the tiny corner.

"Ah look, the princess is awake."
This wasn't Yusuf, the gaurd who regularly drops in to pay a visit. I looked up to see a new face.

He was built, like most Nephilim men, and had a shaggy stubble spread over his jaw. His hazel eyes had a predator's twinkle to them, as he couldn't wait to devour me as I sat here, helpless and vulnerable.

"Who are you?"
Was the first thing that I said, hugging the sweater I had tighter around my body.

"Filling in for Yusuf. He had some errands to run for the Clave." He explained, not answering my question.

I let it be. It was expected.

What I didn't expect was the gaurd to come and kneel down in front of me and gently lift up my chin. His eyes swept over me, head to toe, analysing me.

Then he smirked devilishly.

I stared at him, confused at first, but he continued to smirk, intimidating me further more. I opened my mouth to say something when suddenly he picked my and slammed me against the wall, as if I were nothing but a pillow.

I groaned when my head hit the wall, but halfway through it got hitched in my throat when I felt a hand slip under dress and rub circles over my thigh.

"W-what are y-you doi-ing?" I stammered, fear filling my body to the brim. Every cell in me was screaming at me to get away from him, but I couldn't do so as he was much stronger than me while I could barely even hold myself up.

He pressed a finger against my lips, bending down to kiss my neck. My eyes widened at his actions and I tried to push him away, but his grip only became tighter.

"Hush, love. Gonna make you feel so good."
He whispered in my eyes, sending shiver of repulsion down my spine.