Extreme trigger warning: rape.

Milo's pov

The doctor pulled me into the bedroom. My stomach turned. I couldn't tell if it was fear or hunger...or both...

He introduced me to Austin, his assistant. I was not too fond of the way he smiled at me. He shook my hand, his other hand grabbing my wrist as if attempting to dominate me.

"You seem nervous..." Austin smiled.

I forced the bile back down my throat as I nodded my head.

"You'll be okay, I promise." He placed a hand on the small of my back.

"Okay, Austin, you watched the first two; think you can handle this one?"

"Oh, absolutely, Doc."

The doctor nodded as he went to the other side of the room and looked at some pieces of paper.

"Let's take a look at your paperwork."

Austin held a clipboard, scanning over it.

"Okay, let's get your height and weight, then ask questions." I nodded as he had me step on a scale. He held my hips tightly, guiding me onto the scale, only letting off for a second to get my weight.

I didn't look. I'm sure it wasn't good. He got my height as well, around five-two.

I wouldn't say I liked where he continued to place his hands. It only made the feeling in my stomach start to burn more.

"So Milo, when was your last feeding?"

"Uhm - uh, t-three days ago?" I questioned; he scribbled down on the paper while tsking.

He walked over to the doctor showing him the clipboard. The doctor nodded before leaving the room. My eyes went wide. I didn't want to be left alone with his assistant.

"You know...you should be feeding every day..." he whispered, walking closer to me.

I shrugged nervously. I didn't like feeding that often.

"Your body must be so sensitive..." his hand landed on my inner thigh, slowly trailing up further.

"I bet you're throbbing right now - especially if you're not feeding properly..."

I shook my head. I didn't want his hands on me. I didn't like the tingling pleasure sensation he was leaving on my thigh. The heat in my stomach grew as he continued to touch me.

His hands brushed over my now erect penis, making my breath hitch.

"You need it so bad, Milo."

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying to bury that feeling.

"Go ahead, say it." I shook my head as he brushed over my penis again, making my body jolt. Everything was heightened. It all felt so good. I needed to feed.

"P-please stop," I whispered extremely softly, barely auditable.

"Tell me you want me to stop, that you don't want to feed. I can tell the way your bodies are reacting. You need this." He whispered against my neck, gripping my dick.

"F-fuck." I whispered. I was not too fond of how he was making me feel. I was losing control.

"I need to feed..." not by you. Finish it, Milo.

Tell him to stop.

He flipped me over as I shook my head, but his touch overtook my body. My ass was up as my hands rested on the bed.

I felt him pull down my underwear, the cool air hitting my ass.

He shoved himself into me, the force making me fall onto the bed. The pleasure was extremely overwhelming. I didn't realize how bad I needed to feed. I was so wrong about this.

I was such a slut.

This is something only whores do.

A tear slipped from my cheek as he pounded into me, but a small moan escaped my lips.

Milo, stop feeling good! You're such a slut!

I wanted to scream for help, for him to stop. But I craved his ejaculation, needing to feed off his pleasure. My back arched as he slapped my ass, pounding deep inside me. It was almost painful.

His liquid filled my hole. He came quickly. I was so glad it was done.

He pulled my boxers back up over my ass.

"If you ever need to feed, call me." He painfully scribbled his number on my ass with a pen, smacking it with a smirk.

I felt sick to my stomach. Why did I let him do that?

Declan was going to be so hurt.

Disappointment hurt my chest. I was such a slut.

The doctor re-entered the room. I could feel the warm liquids inside me as I sat uncomfortably.

I kept my head low as the doctor finished the exam. He poked me with a few needles, which I wasn't fond of. I was too worried if I put up a fight, Austin would have his hands on me again.

I slowly walked out of the room, dropping down onto the couch.

Declan's face filled with disappointment. My body hurt where he held my hips tightly. And my entrance. He didn't warm me up or use any lube. But I let it all happen. I'm such a disappointment.

"-happened?" I caught the last of Declan's questions.

"Hm? Oh, Uhm, nothing, I'm going to head upstairs."

He tried to come with me, and I completely blew him off, leaving the room. If I stayed any longer, I might break down into tears. My secret would've been a dead giveaway.

I rushed under my covers after locking my door, with no intentions of leaving this bed. I wished I could dig a grave and die in it.