Chapter 10 Defiance and Trespassing.
Aria.
I couldn't breathe. I was struggling, the pain overwhelming. It was heart wrenching.
Wounds were open everywhere. Small cuts, from my face to my arms, to my thighs. My skirt was pushed up, panties down. My crotch throbbed, my legs riddled with those cuts.
He was gone.
My shirt was unbuttoned, bra permanently open from the snip right through the middle. My breasts hung free against my chest, nipples erect and covered in saliva.
“You want this. I know you do.”
My hips hurt greatly from all the movement. My arms were numb, the rope already opening its own set of cuts.
“You're nothing. Nothing.”
I broke.
Loud sobbing reverberated through the place. My chest clenched, unwilling to loosen. I screamed, tears flowing freely.
This couldn't have happened to me.
What had I done to deserve this?
The thoughts flowed back to me in quick succession. I continued to weep, my entire body tired and in great pain.
My shirt pulled apart, the chair shaking beneath me. Flash.
His cursed tongue down my middle, from my neck, between my breasts, to my navel. Flash.
His hands. Scrambling around my body like he kept something somewhere. Kneading my waist, my thighs. Flash.
Slaps, many of them. The open wounds made fresh on my face, bleeding easily. Flash.
I scream again. Blood curdling and loud.
Fur spreads across my skin, my body increasing rapidly. The ropes broke, my body morphing, giving room finally to my transformation.
I was tired of hiding, I was tired of ignoring the voice.
I was finally ready to listen.
“Let me out.” it said.
Well, it would be let out right now.
Pain coursed through my veins as I morphed. Claws shot out of my hands and feet, my body dancing to the tunes of what lay inside, painfully.
Soon enough I was freed from my shackles, only the physical shackles, not the mental.
That man had done something to me.
He deserved to die, not just that, he deserved to painfully die. And die he would, as I was done with him.
I stopped, putting my ear on the ground for any noise or sound or signal that he was here. I looked around me, finally finding that this place was familiar.
It was the place where I'd worked before I'd joined Alex Corp.
The beginning before the man that ruined my life.
This person knew me. They knew this part of my story. This warehouse was in the farthest ends of this town. There was no way they could have known it otherwise.
I looked around me again, the situation finally dawning on me.
If this was a familiar person, then they deserved to die even more. I walked around, searching for any sound, or sighting of them. I smelled too, to see if I would pick up on any scent.
You’d think that he would leave guards, right?
There were no guards anywhere.
That only went to show how much he believed I was helpless.
Good for them, too, because any guards I saw would have died.
I walked around, still looking for any sign of guards or him. I found nothing but an entrance.
It was an interesting wooden door, flashbacks coming to me.
The one I'd walk through to apply in hopes of managing the place. The one I walked into for years before I finally joined Alex Corp.
I pushed against it, walking slowly out of the place. And once I was out, I ran for the forest. I needed solace. Solitude. Somewhere I could grieve alone.
I ran through the trees, the wind ruffling my fur easily. I came into an open clearing, one I knew all too well. There was a hill in the middle, a small mound of soil hardened from time.
I climbed the hill and howled and howled, channeling all my pain and anger into the sounds. I howled until I could not howl any longer.
I then walked around the forest, needing greatly to clear my head. As I moved, I heard a distant sound. It was small but consistent.
I followed, and though far, it was worth it. There lay a small animal wrestling with a thorn on its leg, unable to reach it. It was only able to whimper in pain, doing that continuously till I met it there.
I found my way around the thorn, pushing its foot down and pulling out the thorn with my paw. I tore off a leaf and wrapped the foot, going as slowly as I could.
As I was wrapping the foot, I sensed it. I looked up.
Whoa.
Wolves. They growled at me, looking at me with menacing eyes.
I'd trespassed wolf territory. Oh shit.
They growled again, ready to pounce. I looked around them, thinking of a way out. There had to be. There just had to.
I couldn't fight these wolves. I didn't have the strength, let alone the mental power to take it.
I had been through quite enough this night without the reality of having to fight wolves as a rogue.
That was a death sentence.
This was not my night.
I looked around them, finding any way out, any way of getting out of here. Nothing.
I breathed, defiant. I refused to show fear. I was willing to let them take me if that was what it took.
Just as they were ready to pounce, I heard a noise. A howl.
It was long and loud, livening the well lit trees. It came from afar and distracted them, giving me room to run. I took to my heels.
As I ran, I smelled something. It smelled safe, calling out to me under the full moon. The smell was coming closer and closer. The wolves followed behind me, wanting to teach me a lesson. I continued to run, unwilling to let them win.
Eventually I fell, tired, panting.
A wolf surfaced, looking over me with kind eyes. His eyes glowed, but I ignored them, thinking it was just one of them ready to kill. I closed my eyes, willing myself to b
e at least killed in wolf form. At least killed while fighting.
Nothing happened.
“Get up,” he said. “They're gone.”