Chapter 33 Chapter Fifteen Part Two - Orenda
Alertness returns to my mind, and I immediately wish it hadn’t. Before I open my eyes I become aware of agonising pain, radiating through my entire body. Slowly, I force myself to sit up, biting my lips together as tears spring to my eyes. I bite back the groans of pain as I manage to get my body upright, only to look around my room and see that I’m completely alone.
Shame and despair begin to drown me from the inside when the realisation that my own animai has once again used me and abandoned me and that I allowed him to do it. I look down at my body and choke out a sob when I see the state of myself. I cover my mouth as tears stream from my eyes, barely obscuring the sight of my marred flesh. Dark bruises litter my thighs and hips and the pain coursing through my body is beyond excruciating. Bile rises up my throat when I see the cum sticking between my thighs which quickly forces me to look away.
I throw myself out of bed, only to fall to the floor with a painful thud that brings on another sob. Never in my life have I felt so much pain throughout my body. My muscles feel locked in place while stabbing sensations roll through me. I grip onto the bed, forcing myself onto my feet as every inch of me protests and all I can do is grit my teeth and groan through it. I guess the son of a bitch got his wish. I can’t fucking walk.
Using the surfaces of my room, I move from one to the next and grab my bathrobe from the dresser drawer. Opening my bedroom door, I steel myself and scan the hallway for my brother. Hearing distant sounds from downstairs, I do my best to rush to the bathroom, using the wall for support. Once inside, I lock the door and walk into the shower.
As I go to turn the nozzles, I freeze, staring in shock at the deep bruises around my wrists. With trembling hands, I turn on the shower and let the scolding water stream down on me. I suck in a sharp breath when I feel the scolding water hit my backside, making it sting unbearably. I start to glance down, only to catch my reflection in the mirror, and what I see has the colour draining from my face. Deep, hand and finger-shaped bruises line my jaw while more bruises cover my arms and breasts. Slowly I turn and when I see my ass in the mirror, I have to cover my mouth while I clutch the shower wall. Ghastly swelling and handprinted bruises cover my ass while the uncomfortable swelling and chaffing between my thighs makes itself known.
I drop to the shower floor, cradling my body as the sobs flow uncontrollably. I hang my head, overcome with shame but more than shame, I feel heartbreak. I cry out as my heart breaks into a million pieces. This isn’t love. Merlos was right. He doesn’t care about me; he only loves that he can control me. He did this to me on purpose. He hurt me and left me looking like this and didn’t care what it would do to me because he wanted this. He wanted me to feel pain, he wanted me to feel broken…
Aya, Jartre; they both told me not to get close to Azadou, that all he would do was hurt me and they were right. I let hope and our bond blind me to what he is and convince me that I could save him, but there are some people who can’t be saved. I let him destroy my body for his own selfish ends, but I won’t do it any longer. I will not allow Azadou to lay another hand on me. The thought of his touch once brought a thrill and excitement to my body, but now all it brings me is revulsion. I let him turn me into a weak woman, so starved for his love and affection that I would let him use me just to feel closer to him, but not anymore.
As my sobs wrack my body, I draw on the powerful electricity within and let it spread throughout my body, feeling as my weak human body is replaced with my stronger, grand, bird form. I tuck my wings into my body and reach out with my beak turning several other nozzles as every jet in the shower turns on. I sink into the marble floor and tuck my head in as I let every jet wash over me. I close my eyes and feel the electric current zing through my body, rejuvenating me, healing my aches and bruises and filling me with the strength I need. But as I feel my body heal, it only becomes more clear that not even this form can heal my aching heart.
I don’t know what is to come next, but I do know one thing for certain: I will never submit to the will of the God of Malice ever again. I would sooner die than live as his willing slave. Maybe Azadou is the one storm I cannot weather.