Chapter 5 Him
"What do you think I want?" I instinctively took a step back as Jim approached, his tall figure casting a shadow over me.
"Have you forgotten how you rejected me back in training school?" His ice-blue eyes burned with intensity. "You humiliated me, and I promised myself that I would come after you one day."
Jim was a classmate of mine at training school, where he not only enjoyed bullying his peers but also played around with numerous girls. The teachers chose to turn a blind eye to his behavior because he excelled in every training session, which only fueled his dominance within the school.
One day, after class, he confronted me in the hallway, blocking my path. He asked me to be his girlfriend, but I was well aware of his actions and promptly rejected him. However, he didn't stop there; he continued to torment me for the next few days.
In order to rid myself of Jim's presence, I took the initiative to report him to the teacher for secretly taking hormone pills before every training session. This information was shared with me in confidence by another female classmate who had been heartlessly dumped by Jim, and she wanted me to expose his actions to seek revenge.
At our training school, it was strictly prohibited to use hormone medication before any games or tests. Those who violated this rule faced disciplinary action and, in severe cases, expulsion. Without hesitation, I disclosed this information to the teacher, leading to Jim's eventual suspension from the school.
Once he stopped attending classes, I was finally free from his torment, and many of the girls he had hurt were relieved as well.
Since then, I had not seen Jim, nor did I expect him to be the step-son of Alpha Devine. Yet, there he stood right in front of me.
Right now, I wish Daisy would show up, even if she were to whip me with a cane, for the man before me was decidedly trickier than Daisy's cane.
I wanted to call for help, to use my voice to get attention. But just as I was about to open my mouth, Jim swiftly approached me, placing one hand over my mouth and the other on my shoulder, then pulling me into a small room.
He kicked open the door and forcefully threw me to the floor, causing my head to hit the marble surface with a dull thud. I felt a moment of dizziness, but managed to prop myself up on my hands.
Jim's eyes roamed up and down my chest, and I noticed his Adam's apple slide. He hastily closed the door and gave me a wicked, lascivious smile.
"I just wanted to taste you," Jim said, his scarred eye twitching as he spoke, as if a coiled serpent were spitting venom at me. "The first time I saw you at school, I vowed I would have you. You may be prettier than the other girls, but you're also more stubborn. I won't treat you gently because you're just a slave now, and I can do whatever I want with you!"
"Don't!" I shook my head vigorously, causing my legs to continually slide back. However, in the confined space, there was nowhere to hide. I attempted to wriggle out from under him, but he positioned himself in front of me and forcefully pushed me onto a bed.
His body pressed hard against mine, and he clamped a hand over my mouth.
"Be quiet." He stared at me, "I just want to shove my dick in your hot wet cave. It won't take long if you cooperate, but if you make a sound, I promise I'll slit your throat before a third person comes in, and I'll tell everyone you seduced me first, so you know what to do."
Don't. I wanted to scream. But his palm gagged me, and no sound came from me. I tried to raise my foot against his, but his leg was pressing down so hard on my lower body that I did not even have the strength to lift it.
I was so weak that my wolf seemed to have vanished in an instant. I knew I could not fight the man before me.
The thought of my virginity being taken away from me here filled me with despair. I hate myself for being a slave.
I struggled to my feet, but Jim was already leaping on the bed, and he was standing over me. Then he unbuckled his belt in front of me, and the metal clanked cleanly. He took the belt and yanked it to one side.
There was a popping sound in my ears. Jim glared at me fiercely, "Slave, maybe you should learn some rules."
There was a flogging sound, and I screamed in pain. A second whiplash followed. All I could do was hunch over, and I could feel the skin on my body cracking.
"You can scream if you want, but you know what happens." Jim said as he lashed out with his belt again, "Why didn't you scream?"
"Stupid woman." He tossed the whip to the ground, "Next I want you to try my dick, and I swear I'll fuck you to death."
I shuddered, and my body ached as if it had been torn apart. Gosh, he was going to kill me.
Jim tore at my dress roughly, one of his hands squeezing my breasts. Then his other hand flogged me across the face.
"Call me Papa Wolf." He sat on top of me, his eyes unbelievably evil, "Damn woman, are you dumb?"
Then he lowered his head and nibbled at my breast. I ground my teeth and spread my hands wide at my sides. I wish my hand could reach for some weapon, preferably a sharp knife. That way I could stab him right through the heart.
But there was no knife on the bed, and my hand touched something hard, like a lamp. I grasped the base of the lamp and slammed it with all my might against Jim's head.
He raised his head with a cry of pain, and I took the opportunity to strike him again on the head. He put his head in his hands and swore aloud.
I scrambled to my feet and rolled out of bed, but with every step the lacerating pain in my body increased. I tried to get away, but I did not make it two steps before I fell to the ground.
It hurts.
The door was right in front of me, if I could only get out. I thought I could do that.
But a pair of legs immediately came into view, and it was Jim's. The moment he opened his mouth to reveal his sharp fangs, I knew I was dead.
There was a bang, and the door was kicked in. A deep, commanding voice filled the room like thunder.
"What the fu*k are you doing?"
I watched as Jim's legs were slowly lifted off the ground and his mouth continued to make hoarse noises, followed by the sound of his body slamming into the wall.
If I'm not mistaken, he must have been thrown against the wall.
Who has such power?
"Father!" Jim's voice was tinged with unmistakable pain.
In the blink of an eye, a searing pain shot from my back to the apex of my head. My vision faltered momentarily. Just as I was descending into a haze, a peculiar scent brushed against my senses, mingling with the enveloping warmth of another person's flesh, softly whispering in my ear. The blend cocooned me, and I clung to him desperately, as though grasping onto a lifeline.
Amidst my blurred vision, a face came into focus.
It was he, the man behind the screen, who bought me!