Peter stood over the lake, watching the current flow, his fists clenched as he pondered over what to do next.
Serpentina had taken him there and left him to decide if he wanted to leave or stay.
"Chelsea would never accept you after what had happened between us," She had told him. Confident that he would never leave her behind after she had marked him. Marks were meant to strengthen bonds, and where there was no bond, the mark became the sense that bonded two people together.
Peter traced the marked spot on his neck with his fingers, then hugged himself.
"I didn't consent to it, I was drugged when she forced herself on me, so why should I feel guilty?" Peter tried to comfort himself at the moment.
"It doesn't matter either way," Serpentina had said with a smile, as if she knew what
