Chapter 2-Betray
1984 Words
Rainie POV:
"What's the matter? Just a moment ago, you were as docile as a kitten. Now, why the sudden fear?"
His scorching breath grazed my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
Tears of dread welled up and streamed down my cheeks as I stammered, "I made a mistake, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else, please, sir, let me go..."
He lifted himself slightly, one hand now free, gently cupping my cheek.
"Playing the victim, huh? I prefer a more direct approach, no need for role-playing games. Just give me that smile you had at the bar."
Terrified, I shook my head vigorously, pleading for him to release me.
Impatiently, he used his knee to part my legs, his lips descending to my ample chest, and his weight pressed down.
Intense pain made my mouth fall open.
The dazzling crystal chandelier on the ceiling morphed into a mosaic of brilliant lights within my blurred vision.
It took several seconds before I managed to emit a pained moan, soft and disjointed.
He seemed to realize he had crossed a line and released my hands in astonishment.
His gaze dropped to where our bodies were connected, my legs stained with crimson, a stark contrast against my pale skin, like vivid vermilion on pristine paper.
He raised his head, pinching my chin, his gaze icy.
"Your virgin?"
I was too overwhelmed by pain to speak, my gaze unfocused, tears tracing down my cheeks and mingling with my hair.
The once rosy hue of my lips had drained to a sickly white, trembling faintly.
His rough fingertips gently grazed my smooth cheeks. He asked coldly, "Is this your actual virginity, or a fabrication? Trying to make a quick buck?"
Finally catching my breath, I couldn't muster a response to his cutting words.
All I could do was plead, my voice trembling, "Please, I beg you, let me go..."
He frowned, his assault on my body continuing.
It felt as though I'd been split apart by an axe, the pain so searing that I started losing my grip on reality.
He whispered into my ear, his words sharp as blades.
"Since you came along with me, you knew precisely what would happen. Does it hurt? Endure it, be professional."
I sobbed, incapable of forming coherent sentences amidst the agony and humiliation.
He showed no mercy, his movements swift and brutal.
My body quivered from the pain, and even struggling became impossible.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally ceased, his weight bearing down on me. It was as if the air had been squeezed out of my lungs, a faint buzz in my ears, my mind reduced to a blank canvas, with only instinctual cries remaining.
He was savoring the previous ecstasy, but my weeping shattered his mood entirely.
Impatiently, he raised himself, pinching my chin between his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"Why the tears? Isn't this what you desired?"
Choked up and unable to articulate, through my misty tears, I stared at his face—the eyebrows, the eyes, the nose, the lips—all mirroring Dylan. Yet, the cold, piercing gaze was unsettlingly unfamiliar.
Thoughts of Dylan surged, and my heart felt as though a giant hand had clenched it, leaving me breathless.
"What the hell is going on with this Moon Goddess business?" I blurted out, utterly baffled.
He shifted his gaze away, rolled off the bed, and I clung to the bedsheet, lacking the strength even to sit up.
A faint sound reached my ears, and soon he returned, sitting by my side, a thin piece of paper shielding my eyes from the glaring light. His voice sliced through the air, cold as ice.
"Is this amount satisfactory?"
I stared blankly for a while before I managed to count the zeros at the end of the figure.
He released his grip, and the check landed on my face like a heavy boulder, instantly shattering my senses. Trembling, I reached out to move the paper, locking eyes with him before recoiling in fear.
He lit a cigarette and gazed at my smooth shoulder, where faint marks marred the alabaster skin, akin to drifting peach blossoms.
He exhaled slowly, a suffocating tobacco scent giving me a slight boost.
Shivering, I struggled to sit up, disregarding my state of undress.
My sole thought was to escape, to flee this lavish tomb that had obliterated my dreams.
I grabbed the bathrobe on the floor, paused for a moment, and then recalled that my clothes were hanging in the wardrobe outside the bathroom.
After taking only a few steps, I heard the rustle of the bedsheet.
My body was drenched in cold sweat. Suddenly, my wrist was ensnared in a vice-like grip, and I let out a scream as he pulled me back onto the bed.
He pinned me down, smirking, "So disobedient. Didn't I tell you to behave unless I give the command?"
Shaking uncontrollably, I struggled to articulate, "Sir, I'm not... I don't... Please, let me go... I don't want..."
"Am I too damn terrifying?" His cold fingers traced my collarbone, a hint of mockery in his icy gaze.
I closed my eyes, tears streaming like beads.
He lifted my chin with one hand, his voice low, a warning lurking within.
"Open your eyes and tell me your name."
My eyelashes fluttered as I stammered, "Saliva..."
He chuckled, eyes deep and penetrating, as if he could glimpse every nook of my heart. "Real name."
"No, please, I..." I pleaded, but he released me, stepping off the bed to rummage through my bag.
I let out a scream, attempting to lunge and stop him, but my body was too weak.
After a few steps, my legs gave way, and I ended up on the carpet, my arm stretching toward him, tears streaming down my face.
Desperation infused my sobs. "No, please, don't..."
He had retrieved my student ID, his gaze locked onto the innocent photo of Rainie Spark, her radiant smile captured in the frame.
"Rainie Spark? RED MOON University? Elite student..." He looked back at me, satisfaction evident in his expression.
"Quit prowling in those bars. Come with me."
As if struck by a bolt of lightning, my body turned to stone on the floor. Helplessly, I watched as he drew closer, towering over me.
He leaned down, his eyes locked with mine.
"I'm liberal with women, and I don't have any odd kinks. I only demand one thing: compliance and self-awareness."
"I'm not that kind of woman..." I finally mustered a bit of strength, clutching the long fibers of the carpet.
Choking on my words, I said, "I... I mistook you for someone else. You look exactly like my boyfriend. I was drunk and didn't recognize you..."
"This is utterly ridiculous, identical? Boyfriend?"
He seemed to have caught wind of the most absurd joke, his ice-cold demeanor cracking into a smirk that softened his chiseled features, almost resembling Dylan even more.
I was left dumbfounded for a moment, and he went on, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Don't spin these feeble tales. Boyfriend, huh? Miss Spark, you're surely reading too much into this. Between us, it's merely a transaction. Save my number."
A business card dropped onto my lap. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the title printed on the card, but I managed to make out his name: Alexander Heffernan. Instinctively, I shook my head, my tears falling to the ground, swiftly absorbed by the plush carpet.
Irritated by my tears, Alexander pulled me up and roughly tossed me back onto the bed.
"Not willing? Your choice. But since I've shelled out such a hefty sum tonight, you'd better be professional and ensure I'm fully satisfied."
Tears of humiliation streaked down my face, and I pushed at his shoulders, my words stumbling out incoherently as I implored, "Please, I beg you, listen to me, I'm not..."
He extended a single finger, pressing it against my trembling lips, his piercing gaze locking onto my wide eyes.
My damp eyelashes trembled, my lips marked with self-inflicted bite marks, which he gently wiped away, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke in a low, commanding tone, "Remember this, when I come to you, it's for rest, not conversation. Do you understand?"
I was about to speak, but Alexander raised an eyebrow and tugged at the newly-tied bathrobe belt, pushing it into me with force.
My previously coherent thoughts disintegrated into a cacophony of pain-filled cries that escaped my throat.
Lowering his head, he tenderly kissed my lips.
Although his movements were considerably gentler than before, the pain from earlier still echoed within my body, my heart feeling as though it had been split open, and the pain radiated through my veins, pulsing through my trembling fingertips.
I drifted in and out of consciousness, brought back to the present by Alexander's intermittent interventions. Throughout the night, I oscillated between semi-consciousness and slumber, my mental faculties gradually grinding to a halt.
The only sensation that held its grip was pain, so overpowering that it drowned out every other thought.
Time seemed both infinite and fleeting when I awoke, my body jolting upwards.
My gaze darted around the room, my hands clutching at my head, and I was assaulted by the night's cocktail of terror, agony, shame, and hopelessness.
My response was a gut-wrenching scream, yet even that elemental release of sound was elusive.
The utterance that emerged was feeble, hollow, and quivering, seeping from my throat to resonate throughout the room.
In addition to betraying Dylan, I had lost my virginity, and worst of all, the awakening of my inner wolf had vanished.
Oh my God!
I could no longer locate my mate!
Moon Goddess!
Alexander had left my side, and the sound of water running from the bathroom filled the air.
I snapped back to reality, my legs shaky as I slipped off the bed, using the bedside table for support as I managed to stand.
My legs felt like rubber, and a mixture of blood and milky fluid trickled down my thighs, a harsh reminder of what had just transpired.
I bit down on my lip, using the bathrobe to wipe myself clean, then I lifted my head and noticed a glass of lukewarm water and two white pills on the bedside table.
I forced a bitter smile, placing the pills in my mouth. The taste was bitter as they dissolved on my tongue.
I took a gulp of water, swallowing hastily, quickly dressing and grabbing my bag.
I stumbled out of the room, each step feeling like another wave of pain, but I didn't dare to stop or rest.
Facing that man again was unthinkable; his cruelty and terror defied any rational explanation.
In the hotel lobby, I glanced through the entrance doors and saw the dawn's rosy glow on the horizon, casting its light on everything.
Yet, it felt as if my heart was forever trapped in darkness. Thoughts of Dylan flooded my mind—the kind, sunny man who was a beacon of warmth.
I longed to see him, yet felt utterly undeserving of his presence. I had spent the entire night entangled with another man on what was supposed to be our birthday celebration...
Walking like a hollow shell, I stumbled out of the hotel in a daze, my gaze wandering aimlessly.
Suddenly, my gaze locked onto a figure sitting quietly on the steps just outside the hotel entrance.
It was as if I had been struck by lightning, frozen in place.
Sensing my presence, he stood up, turning his head, his face drained of color.
My face was even paler than his as I stared at him, and he slowly, ever so slowly, approached.
I saw his lips pressed into a taut line, bloodshot veins in his eyes.
Trembling uncontrollably, my voice barely audible, I whispered, "Dylon."
- Writer
