My eyes blinked slowly, trying to adjust from the light. Every second ticked by and my body felt soreness and pain. I waited for my vision to work yet it never came. That's when I realized, I am blindfolded, trapped in the darkness.

My first instinct was to panic, scream, and yell for help. I tried to move my arms but it seemed to be tied on a pole above me, how long have I stayed in this position? It feels like I have lost so much blood circulation in my arms.

I kicked my feet tremendously but it did not cooperate with me since it was also immobile. My last hopes of knowing where I am quickly vanished when my scream turned into a muffled sound due to the tape covering my mouth.

My throat felt dry and in need of something to drink while my stomach rumbled at the loss of food. I didn't want to feel it yet my body is telling me that I've grown weak.

So what was the last thing that happened to me that might give answers to why I am in this state?

My head could not think properly because of the pain that jolted in my body. I couldn't move an inch even if I tried to wriggle out of these bounds. I didn't want to admit it yet I knew, I knew that right now, I am helpless.

Then, another pain kicked me hard. No, this time it wasn't anything physical. The pain that was caused by remembering what had truly happened to me. It's the emotional pain.

I had to know if I remember correctly. Although it was clear in my mind, I refused to believe whether it was true or not. Could it be possibly true? Am I not a human anymore?

Dimitrius would never lose control like that. Not even the power of the moon could channel his beast up to the extent of killing his own mate.

For a span of a short time, I have not really gotten the chance to get to know him but I was certain with one thing, he could never do anything to end my life... right?

I painfully dug my nails into my palm, enough that I could feel blood. Please don't heal, I chanted to myself again and again. This is my only way of knowing whether everything that happened was true. If my wound heals then, I must have known wrong, Dimitrius didn't care enough for me.

While the blood poured from my palm to my arms, I winced as I slowly touched the wound that I purposely created. It wasn't as hurting anymore but I sighed in relief.

This is one time that I thanked myself for feeling pain, reminding me that I could still feel, my wound did not heal, it meant that I wasn't a vampire and thank goodness for that.

But was my memory real? That confused me but before I could think further, I heard the sound of a door opening.

What do I do?

Pretend that I'm still unconscious?

Scream?

Fight back?

"Finally, took you long enough to wake up."

Surely, the voice came from a masculine, a deep, husky, and dark voice. It was laced with venom and hatred, feeling like thorns pricking my skin.

But I won't give him the satisfaction of having fear.

I stayed quiet, listening for other things that might give me a way out of here, away from what the demons have in store for me.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Footsteps echoed in the room, coming closer to me. Then, I felt a hand caressing my cheek, Dimitrius may have done it to me before but with this stranger, I felt disgusted.

I moved my face to the other side to get rid of his touch yet it earned me a hard stinging pain on my cheek, he slapped me. He laughed an evil sound that pierced my ears.

"No wonder Dimitrius likes you, stubborn and feisty," he said.

His hands traveled from my cheek to my neck, tucking the loose strands of my hair behind my ear. I tried to move so hard but this time, he gripped my neck with such strength that made it hard for myself to breathe.

"Stop moving!" He growled loudly as his hand tightened around me. I knew that after he strangles, it would leave a bruise on my neck. But that did not stop me from fighting.

Then, his hand left my neck and was replaced by a cold, heavy, metal object. He had collared me with a chain which was then pulled back, leaving my head unable to move as well.

I let out a small whimper when my head hit the wall beneath me, it felt like a brick wall falling into you.

His hands touched the tape that covered my mouth, it was slow at first but I knew he was tricking me into believing his gentleness because he ripped it off my mouth in a speed which almost tore my lips apart.

The blood that lined on my lips fell into my mouth and even though the taste was horrible, I swallowed it, hoping to quench my thirst.

My arms and my legs were starting to feel numb, my throat felt like it has been left in the desert for days while my head spun like crazy. The lack of sight was not helping either.

"Thirsty?" He asked but also came as a statement. I needed to survive, that is my only way of getting out alive so if I have to accept my basic needs from the devil himself, I will.

I nodded because my vocal chords failed me. Even moving my head hurt because it was also bound by a metal chain.

The man laughed once more and told me, "Open your mouth." I hesitantly did what he said and waited for anything he would give me. Silently pleading, I received the most horrible thing.

He spat on my mouth and using his hand, he clamped my mouth shut. "Swallow!" He yelled but I could not and I never will let myself be degraded like that.

I bit his hand hard enough for him to let go and spat back, hoping that it landed on him because my eyes were still blindfolded and I couldn't see.

"Sickening creature," I muttered under my breath. My voice sounded raspy and dry, due to the lack of water. I was wrong to let myself believe that I could take anything from the man before me.

Again, he growled, "You are going to regret that, bitch!" Never have I been called such a humiliating and disgusting name. Before I could process everything that was going to happen, I felt his hands ripping my clothes off.

"No!" I screamed, yelled, begged, pleaded. "Don't do this!" I said, over and over again, hoping that he would stop whatever he intended to do.

I was left in my undergarments while his filthy hands roamed around my body, touching places that no man has ever touched before. It made me feel revolting towards myself, I felt dirty.

Even with the restraints that ceased all my motions, it did not stop me from pulling and moving just to get his hands off my body.

One of his hands was on my leg while the other was dangerously close to my core. I wasn't aware anymore of the screams I said because my focus was on his hands.

I was still thankful for knowing that I had a piece of fabric in between his hand and my part. Somehow, it assured me that he could not go any further than the thoughts that invaded my mind.

Still, I was molested. Touched on my body that I never wished to be exposed in such state. My pleas never stopped while I continued to break through these chains.

I wished that I never angered this man, should I have just swallowed his spit instead of enduring his touch? Maybe putting my guard down and showing him my submission would somehow be my way out of him.

My arms, legs, stomach, those were the ones he caressed that brought such disgust to my body. He barely touched my breasts nor my crotch and that made me feel a little relief.

After what felt like an eternity, my throat sounded even more hoarse. I closed my mouth as soon as I felt his hands leave my exposed and vulnerable body.

I thought that he would now take off my restraints and let me see his face but we both know that I already knew who he is. No evil creature could do such a thing rather than him. Hearing his footsteps fading, it gave me comfort that I wasn't near him anymore.

But before he left, he said one thing that sent shivers through my spine. How much longer would I have to endure before I get out of here or before someone saves me?

"I love to know that I can make you beg."

He left the room and a tear escaped my eye. That was when I realized all the things that he had just done to me. It was more than violating, groping, and molesting. He was slowly breaking me through my worst fears.

But I have to be smart. I know that I can play him in his own game. Watch out because no one has ever seen the bitterness of my own revenge. I won't defeat him just for myself but for all other victims, he mercilessly broke.

One day, I will kill you, Dominic.

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