One Of The Shadows

Sins

   Clair found us a flight, easy and cheap. She told me she was coming, in case I needed something else. We exchanged numbers and I left to go and get my stuff from Grayem's place. The walk was longer then I remembered and my feet were sore by the time I got back. I walked into the quiet. I looked around but the house was completely empty. I shrugged it off and packed my stuff up quickly before forcing myself to walk again.

   If Grayem wasn't there I wouldn't go looking for him. Sure, it would be polite to thank him, but I honestly just cared about Nicandro. And Chrystal was taking my last hope away from me. For that I would cause her the most pain she has ever endured.

   As I was walking I saw Grayem jogging up to me. When he reached me he put his hands in his pockets and slowed down.

   "Where are you going?" He asked, sounding slightly angry.

   "Back to Chrystal's Cave. I need to see Chrystal," I replied simply.

   "So you were just going to leave me here?"

   I looked at him and saw him glaring at the ground. I turned back to watch where I was going.

   "Annora," Grayem said when I didn't respond.

   "What?" I asked irritably.

   "Do you not care?" I felt him grab my wrist, bringing me to a halt.

   "Care about you? Care about saying goodbye?" 

   "Do you not care about us?" He looked into my eyes, tears threatening to spill. 

   "Grayem, there never was an us," I told him coldly. I tried to take my wrist back but his hold only tightened and a look of pure anger overcame his facial features.

   "Don't say that," he whispered, I could tell he could barely contain his anger. It was obvious that I was hurting his feelings but I had to go. I couldn't be delayed because of him.

   "I need to go." I tried to tear my wrist away because the pressure had begun to hurt.

   "No."

   I paused. "What?"

   "No."

   "Grayem, you don't u-" Grayem pushed his lips against mine, stopping me from saying anything else. After over coming my shock I tried to push him away, only for him to push me to the ground with him straddling me. He held my hands above my head, using his superior strength to his advantage.

   Tears wears streaming down his face, with a look that terrified me.

   "I'm going to show you! I can make you feel better! This is right!" He yelled before forcibly kissing me again. I automatically closed my eyes, not wanting to see his face, not wanting to see how wrong this was. I struggled against his grip, trying to get my hands away from his, trying to squirm out of his grip, trying to even turn my body so that he wouldn't be able to properly do anything. But me being smaller, with him having better strength and my brain being a mess and freaking out.

   Grayem pressed his body against mine, holding me down even more, and as I struggled I cried.

   "I'm gonna make you feel, Annora," he said before his lips wen't to my neck. He bit, kissed, licked and then whispered in my ear. "This is meant to be."

   I opened my eyes and past the blurriness of tears I saw that he was crying as well.

   "Stop," I cried. "Grayem, please stop."

   "Say my name again."

   When I hesitated he brought my hands up before crashing them back to the ground, causing me to cry out in pain. His mouth connected with mine again, tongue being forced into my already open mouth. He pulled back. I let out a sob, showing how helpless, hopeless, defeated I felt.

   "Grayem," I whispered out.

   His leaned down and bit my lip slightly. "Louder."

   I turned my head away from him. I heard him grunt in frustration before he moved my hands so that he held both of mine in one of his. Grayem took his other hand and started to pulled on my shirt. I felt the strain of the shirt before it ripped open, showing him my almost naked chest.

    I cried out again and felt his mouth make contact with the bottom of my neck, slowly getting lower and lower, straight down.

  "Yell my name. Scream my name," he told me.

   "Grayem," I said again, but with another one of his looks I said it louder.'

   A twisted smile made its way onto his face.

   With his free hand he reached into his pocket and took out a metallic object. Even in my state, sad, horrified, scared, I couldn't help but feel a little confused. I cringed at seeing him move the handcuffs to my hands.

   "Stop, please," I pleaded.

   "Why? So you can break my heart? Hurt me? I can't let you do that," Grayem said almost emotionlessly. He took my hands and hand cuffed one before he tore off my torn shirt and unclipping my bra and taking that off. He led me to a tree and reached the handcuffs around so he could handcuff the other hand in a way that I wouldn't be able to move very well. When he finished he went to my legs and even though I tried to kick he still managed to get my pants off. He straddle me again and attacked my mouth before moving down to my chest, using his mouth, his hands. He paused and took off his coat, then his shirt, leaving him shirtless to press his skin against mine when he kissed me again. He took his shoes off, then pants and soon he was naked. I cried harder and looked away. Which became hard when he moved up to my face.

   "You know what I want," Grayem said in a husky voice.

   "Please no," I cried.

   "Fine. This one simple task and you still insist on it going the hard way."

   And with a forceful tug on the hair he forced me to look up at him.