Chapter 7 Tainted
\[Lilia\]
Tears flowed right through the corners of my eyes as I kept my mouth clamped shut, denying him access. Kael didn’t just stop assaulting me with his punishing kiss. One of his hands moved down, rough palms trailing flatly on my stomach until it found the lacy strings of my underwear, and in one swift motion, he ripped it.
The fabric bit into my skin. Surely that would leave an imprint. I writhed underneath him, my knees trying to push him, but it was to no avail. He’s too strong for me to even twist my wrists in an attempt to break free.
I let out a whimper when he bit my lower lip so hard, gasping as he did so. He took it as an opportunity and plunged his assaulting tongue in without permission. I could feel my lips seared and becoming swollen red.
My strength waned. My knee hasn’t fully recovered, and he’s already draining me. I couldn’t fight back anymore, and I just let him do what he wanted to do with me. I simply conceded and let my tears spring freely.
Is this why he purchased me? To be someone that would quench his lust?
Kael didn’t stop. When he finally let go of his grip on my wrist, blood gushed back onto my wrist. I immediately pushed him with every ounce of strength I had left in me, but he refused to budge a millimeter. I screamed inside his mouth and punched him in the chest. He groaned in annoyance as if my attempts irritated him.
“Please, stop!” I tried to yell, but the words were crushed and consumed by his punishing kiss, emerging only as a ragged, soundless sigh against his lips.
Instead, he snatched my hair and pulled it hard, jerking my head back, exposing my throat. I felt his hand pull up the hem of my silk dress, rolling it until it uncovered my breasts.
The frigid air-conditioned temperature immediately touched my bare skin, causing the tiniest hairs on my body to stand up in protest. He left my mouth. His wet kisses trailed from my neck, nicking on the soft spot of my skin, down towards the valley between my mounds, sucking my skin painfully with his teeth scraping, until he found one of my nipples, biting it down. My mouth gaped wide open for a silent cry.
“Please... I beg you…”
The plea was nothing more than a choked, wet whisper, lost in the heavy atmosphere of the room. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t pause. He didn’t hear me.
Kael cups my thighs and sweeps them to the side, parting them wider.
I feel humiliated, disgusted with those hands roaming around my body, tainting me. And I just wanted to die, to disappear in this horrible place.
My eyes were like an open faucet. Tears kept on streaming down as I stared on the monster’s back who continued to violate my body at the dim reflection on the flattened glass mounted on the ceiling. I hadn’t even realized that I was trembling, and my sobs were becoming more audible as I lay limply in bed, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession, breathing heavily.
That is when I felt him stop. He pushed himself up. His gaze wandered on my naked body. I didn’t even dare to cover myself. I just keep on crying, refusing to meet his eye.
At the corner of my eyes, I saw him shake his head vigorously, roughly combing his hair with his fingers as if he had just come to his senses and realized what he had done.
“Shit!” He cursed, panting as he suddenly got off from me as if I were some kind of infected human with a communicable disease.
“Damn!”
I finally found the courage and turned my head in his direction, looking at him through the rim of wet lashes and blurred vision. He was still kneeling in front of me. His features formed into a deep scowl of regret and sheer bewilderment. I also noticed his belt had become undone. His zipper’s partially open with undeniable evidence of his arousal. The first three buttons of his white polo were already popped open, exposing the tiny thick hair on his chest.
I automatically shrank under his intense gaze, gingerly reaching for the blanket and covering my exposed body in a hopeless attempt to hide myself away from him, praying that the bed would swallow me and transport me to another dimension of this world—if there is any.
With a loud sigh, Kael lowered his hand and fixed his pants, buckling his belt and closing the buttons on his polo. I was still sobbing, my throat dried from crying too much, my lips were sore, as were my hips, and my nipples burned with his bite marks. Red marks appeared on my wrist from being held too tight, and the remains of my torn underwear were haphazardly thrown to the floor.
Without saying anything, Kael climbed down from the bed and made his way towards the door without casting me a second look, slamming it loudly behind him, making me flinch in its wake.
I gripped the blanket tightly closer to my chest, curling myself into a ball, and cried into the night.
He was too close to taking me by force. He had assaulted me.
I thought he had already forgotten my existence, but I was wrong.
He reeked of alcohol. The overpowering scent lingers on my skin, causing me to gag with revulsion. It was the memory of his hands all over me, touching me in places that a man should never force himself into on a woman that made my stomach churn. His kiss was punishing, and his mouth was a torture chamber. It’s as if all the things I have eaten for this day came back rushing, knocking at the back of my throat.
I immediately peeled the blanket away from me, jumping out of bed and nearly landed on the floor, face first as I dashed into the bathroom. Just in time, I vomited on the sink. Heaving all the contents I have consumed.
Those lovely meals that Aya had prepared for me got emptied down the sink. I held my hair away from my face as I puked, the corners of my eyes watered once more from the acidic taste, and my upper abdomen contracted, squeezing everything out until there was nothing left.
I opened the faucet and swished the water around in my mouth, rinsing away the acrid taste of my own vomit. Splashing water on my face, I stared at my horrible reflection on the wall mirror: unkempt hair, puffy bloodshot eyes, swollen lips, blanched face, half-naked with a torn-off dress, its thin strap falling over my shoulder.
I didn't see myself at all, only a complete and utter mess.
Slowly, I slid down on the floor, draining every drop of strength from my body. The cold floor came in contact with my skin, raising the tiny hairs on my arms, but I didn’t pay heed to it. Instead, I pressed my knees closer together, and I wrapped my arms around them, burying my face in the space between.
I couldn’t take it anymore. If I wanted to live longer, I needed to get away from this place.
But how?