Ares pushed her against the wall. He was wearing a black long sleeve tucked in gray loose slacks. Four of his buttons were open showing her a hint of his chest. It was red and he was drunk. Hebe knew that but she couldn't escape his grasp.
"You're drunk." Hebe tried to sound as strict as possible ngunit alam ni Ares na nakuha na niya ito. She was terrified. On that room, she was alone. Kahit pa gising ang hari ay wala itong magagawa. At kahit meron pa siyang kayang gawin ay alam ng babaeng di siya papanigan nito laban kay Ares.
"I am not.." Ares was a reek of alcohol. His every word smelled of strong liquor and it made her uneasier. "Let me go"
"Putangina! Bitawan mo 'ko" Hebe repeated again and again as if she was a broken cassette player. Hindi nakikinig ang kanyang kaharap ngunit paulit ulit niya itong minura at pinakiusapang bitawan siya.
Ares caressed her cheeks, iniwas niya ang kanyang mukha. His eyes were wild and lustful. Little red veins were present along its scleras. Hindi niya alam kung andun na ba talaga iyon o kung napapansin niya lang dahil sa lapit ng kanilang mga mukha. He rubbed the back of his point finger against her cheeks, down to her lips. Hebe didn't have time for his show and tried to bite his hand. Ngunit, madali itong nabawi ni Ares.
He chuckled like a madman. "You're really turning me on.." For a split second, his hold went soft. She tried to breakfree yet it was only a blink for him to bounce back twice stronger. It was as if the second he took a time off was used for him to press the accelerator.
"You are playing hard to get, fuck!" Mahigpit ang hawak ni Ares sa kanya, kay higpit na parang di na niya maramdaman ang kanyang kamay. He brought his face into her neck and whispered, "but, I like it" and again laughed like a psycho. It was as if he was winning on something, and maybe he really thought he was.
She tried her best to hold back her tears. He was stronger that she expected and she had no weapon with her to put him down. Nasasaktan na rin siya sa hawak nito kaya di niya maiwasang manghina. Wala na siyang ibang maisip kung hindi ang sumigaw.
"HE-" Even before she could finish the word, it was interrupted. He roughly pressed his lips against hers. Hebe's eyes widened and tears started to escape. She was in shock. Galing sa kanyang kanang kamay ay inilipat ni Ares ang kanyang hawak sa ulo ng babae. His right hand embraced her in the waist. His left hand was used to push Hebe's face closer to him. "tek—" He added strength on his left and kissed her harder. Hebe desperately tried to let go of his hold. Sinubukan na niyang iiwas ang kanyang mukha at gumalaw-galaw ngunit hindi parin niya ito natitinag.
She became furious. She can taste the bitterness of what-ever liquors he had and it was unpleasant. Ares started walking backwards while still pressing himself against her. That means, they were both heading to the same direction; to the couch.
His kisses were painful and rough, his hold were so forceful that she went numb and he smelled unpleasant. She couldn't take it. She sent a silent prayer to whoever god was listening to her at that moment na sana'y hindi gumawa ng eskandalo si Ares
"FUCK!!" —but he still did. He stopped kissing her and his hands transferred from her body to his. She wiped her lips and kicked him again.
"That's for kissing me without consent."
She hit him right where it hurts and he screamed in pain. Bago pa makabawi si Ares ay tumakbo na siya palabas. She thought it would've been better to see his proud face turn into someone experiencing deep agony ngunit hindi niya pwedeng isugal na magantihan siya nito.
"BUMALIK KA DITO!! PUCHA!" As she went out and away, Ares kept on shouting malicious things. Nahimasmasan ito at nagising mula sa kanyang pagkalasing. Hebe kept running, naniniguradong hindi talaga siya maabutan ni Ares. She ran farther from that room until someone grabbed her hand, twisted it until it was placed at her back, she was doomed.
BINABASA MO ANG
MTBMW: Wealth, Pride and Love
Fanfictiona story among half-brothers: Ares, Silvan, Seth, Apollo and Sol on their journey to being their father's chosen one. five men, one spot, one condition: to marry Hebe Aphrodite, the most beautiful and youngest; their father's favourite mistress