His Claws On My Neck [Completed]

Chapter 2: Damsel in Distress

Trigger warning: sexual harassment, mentions of anxiety.

Tears blurred Leal's vision as she desperately tried to avoid the forceful slams of Dion's liquor bottle on her throbbing head. She was feeling dizzy from the impact as she was slowly weakening from all the blood that was pooling on the bed. 

Dion looked as if he's lost his mind and had gone completely crazy from all the frustration that built up, tears were also running down his cheek as he never seemed to get tired from all the violence. 

"Dion, stop! Please!" Begged Leal in a hoarse voice, she kept yelling at him to stop but he seemed as if oblivious to all her whims. 

She only stopped when she felt a sticky substance spill down to the bed, from her mouth. She started breathing deeply, suddenly losing touch with everything. Her mind had gone hazy, keeping her from thinking straight. Leal's world was spinning as her hands dropped to her side, tired of restraining. 

Her head was caught in a haywire as she struggled to keep her consciousness, until finally, her vision darkened and she felt like falling into a deep, endless void. 

The only thing she heard was a low vibration coming from her throat, which produced an inhuman growl. 

She knew she was unconscious, yet why does she feel strengthened? She has her eyes closed, yet why are her ears active and upright? 

Hoping that everything was only a mere nightmare, Leal fluttered her eyes open, the morning sunlight greeting her from the nearby window. She squinted, adjusting her eyes to the brightness, and looked around. She saw the broken glass shards littered in their room, her torn clothes, and blood splattered all over. Leal's shoulders fell.

 So it wasn't a nightmare...

But what she couldn't see, is the perpetrator. 

Where's Dion? Did he leave? She doesn't know. 

Leal's eyes dropped to her nakedness and gasped. She tried feeling if the thing between her thighs hurt but it doesn't. Does that mean nothing happened? 

Nothing happened yet Dion still left? Am I that bad? She thought. 

What she could feel is the pain in her head, most likely from the impact of the liquor bottle last night. She still couldn't believe her angel-like partner was capable of such violence and harassment. Her hands shook, memories of last night resurfacing in her mind.

Slowly, Leal rose from the bed, her skin grazed by the sharp shards. What's shocking is that she couldn't even feel as much pain from the glass shards as she should, she even feels as if strengthened—which was odd. 

Slowly tiptoeing out of the room, avoiding the littered mess, she grabbed the doorframe, as there was no door to begin with. Their oak door was ripped from its frame and was lying on the floor, being a complete wreck. Was Dion so desperate to leave me that he even broke the door? She wondered. 

Leal couldn't contain her curiosity as she continued out of the room, still completely naked, as she saw blood clots and drops on the floor. She followed it, wondering why Dion was bloody as he walked out. Perhaps his hand was also struck by the sharp shards? 

Whatever the reason was, the bleeding was terrible. Leal followed the path of blood and even saw a few animal marks on some until the path ended at an open window. 

She gasped as she clasped her hands over her mouth, realizing the scene that took place last night. Quickly, Leal looked out of the window, seeing the giant trash bin in the dark alleyway where one could land if jumping out of this window.