His Possession

Chapter Seven:

A/N: This is who I imaging playing Julie, but you can picture whoever you want! (She is the girl who got Emily ready before the dinner and has been stuck as a maid in Luca's house for years.)

I had been so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that more men wearing suits came into the room. I had been so focused how killing Stefan and escaping that I snapped back to reality when I felt someone grab ahold of my upper arm roughly, immediately causing me to struggle.

The man that gripped my arm didn't loosen up his grip at all, he actually tightened it and pulled me out of the closet.

I heard Julie let out a whimper and Stefan shove her towards another man. Julie stumbled into the arms of the man and he placed an arm around her throat, securing her against him. I saw her eyes flash with worry, but I knew that it was better that Stefan wasn't holding her anymore. He was unpredictable and dangerous. While these other men looked like they just followed orders. Dogs.

I gritted my teeth and tried ripping my arm away from the man. "Get your fucking hands off of me!" I screeched and clawed at his hands, digging my nails into his and drawing blood.

The man groaned and grabbed my other hand, twisting it behind my back to restrain me. I grunted in frustration and continued to squirm. I twisted my body in all different directions and fought helplessly. The man was smaller than Stefan, and he was rather skinny compared to the other men around us. He stood at about six feet tall, and his stature was a lot smaller than Stefan.

"Stefan." The man growled out and I saw Stefan roll his eyes in annoyance.

I quickly jerked myself back against the man to distance myself from Stefan who was advancing upon me fast. My eyes widened and I did the one thing that I thought of in that situation.

Stefan reached out for my hair and I screamed, throwing my knee up into his crotch again. I had lost track of the amount of times I've done it to him, but my goal was to make sure he could never have children. This world didn't need little asshole Stefan's running around.

Stefan grunted and held himself. His brows furrowed together in pain and I saw his face turn a deep shade of red. Sweat trickled down his forehead and he growled. I could tell that he was angry and getting tired of my shit. He stood back up to his full length and towered over me, breathing heavily as he looked down at me.

His chest matched mine as it rose and fell deeply.

I watched him pull his hand back and send it flying to my face. My head snapped left and I felt the cut on my lip from earlier open up again. I bit my lip and gritted my teeth, keeping my face as straight as possible.

My eyes flickered over to Julie, who looked like she had seen a ghost.

I turned my watery eyes back to Stefan, determined not to let him scare me.

But he did.

"You even hit like a bitch." I growled, earning a snarl from him.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me towards him. I found myself trying to fight off his hands from my scalp, it was burning and I felt some of my hair ripping out. I felt the man behind me let go of my arms and I tried to get feeling back into them, but Stefan wasn't going to let that happen. His grip went from my hair to my upper arms. I stumbled into his chest, he pressed me tighter against him, snarling down at me.

"I can't wait for Luca to break down that smart ass attitude of yours." He hissed and pulled me tighter against his hard chest. "It's going to be so fun to watch that fight slowly drain out of your eyes."

He was obviously trying to scare me, and I would've been if I wasn't boiling with anger right now. I didn't even have time to feel scared, I was too furious.