Chapter 107 Aftermath
Serena's POV
It was happening all over again.
The screams, the torture, the pleasure. I was screaming my lungs out, shaking uncontrollably.
My eyes rolled behind my head as it shot up and dropped to my back.
He was merciless again, torturing me with immense pleasure. And just when I was about to break.
Everything went bright…
“Arrghh,” I groaned on the bed as I turned onto my back.
Then my eyes shot up as I heard my own voice, I looked around from my left to my right, then back.
Then my hands shot down quickly to the space between my legs as I rose up fast too.
But I regretted the sudden movement as my head throbbed painfully and my vagina felt sore.
It burned from my touch, adding to my pain.
I rolled back onto my tummy, folding my legs together and trying to contain the pain.
My whole body felt sore and as I turned back again in pain, I realized I'd gone again on the sheets.
I shifted slightly before touching the spot on which I laid. It was soaked, and it wasn't urine.
I shook my head as much as the pain allowed me.
Last night was so crazy that I saw it all over again as I slept.
I felt like one of those disabled people as I tried to lift my leg and it responded with so much pain.
I didn't even bother trying to stand. Dante really messed with me, my whole body felt like shit and that was an understatement.
I reached for a pillow and pressed it against my tummy, soaking out the pain as even sleep had deserted me.
I laid there for only who knows how long before I finally decided to try again.
I had to use the toilet anyway.
I rolled over to the side of the bed with minimal pain and got myself to a sitting position with my legs touching the ground.
So far so good, I thought to myself.
Then I spotted a glass of water with some drugs on a plate by the bed side.
As usual, he didn't fail to take caution. I reached over, picking up the small plate that hosted the drugs.
I noticed he'd add a few painkillers to the normal drugs he dropped after nights like last night.
A part of me wanted to feel that he actually cared, that he was actually thinking of me and decided to help me.
But that part quickly vanished when I remembered his brutality and crude treatment of me last night.
And to top it all, after demolishing me, he walked away. He left me like nothing had happened, like it was only about teaching me a lesson.
Maybe that's right, maybe it was all about teaching me a lesson and nothing more.
I quickly tossed the drugs in my mouth, downing the glass of water afterwards to chase them down.
I sat still for a moment, waiting for the medications to settle properly.
Then when I felt I was good, I slowly pushed myself off the bed and onto my feet.
I fell immediately back to the bed, whimpering as pain shot through my body.
“Urgh. Urgh, urgh,” I groaned as I pushed myself back to my feet more carefully this time.
I stood upright for a full minute, then as I tried taking a step with my left foot, it gave out and I fell onto the bed again.
I hung from the edge this time around, just about avoiding the floor.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I tried pushing myself up again.
You are stronger than this, Serena.
You are stronger than this, Serena.
I took a deep breath and pushed myself up and onto my feet again.
Then I took a step, then another, keeping my legs as wide apart as possible as I kept pushing myself towards the bathroom.
It took a while, and some excruciating pain, but I finally got to the door.
“Argh,” I groaned out as I threw my weight on the doorway, leaning on it to catch my breath.
Dante really meant it when he said he'll deal with me.
Using the walls, I guided myself towards the toilet and carefully lifted the lid.
It helped that I was already naked, so I needed no other stressful process.
So I stood over the toilet, then experienced another level of pain.
As I did my business, heat flooded from my core and towards my abdomen.
I bit my bottom lip, holding back the shout that threatened to break free.
I wouldn't give Dante the pleasure of knowing what he'd done to me.
After I did it, I pushed myself away, not bothering to do any other painful process.
I stopped at the sink, staring at my face.
I struggled to identify who the reflection was. I couldn't recognize the person I was staring back at.
This wasn't the Serena I knew, this wasn't the girl that was unbreakable regardless of what Marco did.
My eyes fell to the glow of the emerald necklace around my neck.
For some reason, I've never felt like taking it off. It's been with me on all my journeys, it's that single part of me that I couldn't regret.
I flicked on the tap, letting the water rush out before leaning down and scooping it with my hands.
I splashed it over my face, then again, letting the water wash away the heavy feeling weighing me down.
I made my way back to the room, going over to the dressing table first.
The first thing that reached my eyes was the brown envelope I'd gotten from the doctor.
It was meant to be my excuse last night, but how far did that work out.
I picked up the robe in the drawer and wrapped it around my body, today wasn't the day to step out.
I didn't need any of that.
I searched for my phone quickly before remembering that I never brought it out of my trousers last night.
I made my way over to where my clothes laid on the floor.
The sight of the pile made my stomach twist as I remembered more parts of last night.
I brought myself down on the bed carefully and picked up the trouser from the floor, searching out my phone.
I found it in the back pocket and pulled it out only to be greeted by several messages and one that particularly warmed my heart…