CHAPTER FIVE
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Chapter Five
“Cause I own you, Anna, and I will break you into pieces until you won’t be able to stand on your feet again.”
He said huskily as he nuzzled my neck.
I blinked, stunned, before muttering lowly,
“I’m not yours.”
“What did you f*****g say?” he growled, pulling me closer to him as I fought to get away.
“You don’t own me, Evan Scott, and I would never be yours,” I said loudly as his eyes grew dark.
He pushed me to the wall, and I winced from the sudden pain in my spine.
Maybe this is where I get to say goodbye to the world.
“Let’s see about that,” he snarled as his hands went between my thighs.
Fear gripped me as I felt his hands finding their way into my panties.
I tried to close my legs, but he used his other hand to spread them.
His fingers slipped inside, and he started rubbing against me.
“Evan, stop!” I struggled against him, but each movement only made things worse, so I froze.
This is embarrassing… more than embarrassing.
“Please,” I begged in tears.
“C’mon, b***h, stop denying it,” he said as his fingers moved faster, and I felt myself reacting.
“f**k… you’re wet,” he smirked, speeding up.
I tried to push him away, but he pulled me closer by my waist and sucked on my neck.
He turned me around to face the mirror, his fingers still moving.
I looked like a mess—my face flushed, my hair damp.
Meanwhile, he looked like he just stepped out of a movie.
His damp hair covered half of his left eye, and his lips looked so tempting.
I felt him nuzzling my ear before lifting his head to meet my gaze in the mirror.
“This is you, little kitten,” he said huskily.
“Wild, unrestrained, and helpless in my arms.”
His eyes darkened.
He quickened his movements, and I gasped.
“I own you, Anna. You’re mine. Mine… and mine alone.”
Evan declared darkly before going back to my neck.
I felt myself moaning his name.
I didn’t understand what he was doing to me, but I knew I wanted it to stop—and yet, I couldn’t stop it.
My body felt out of control.
“Evan…” I moaned before collapsing weakly against him.
“Now tell me you don’t like it, b***h,” I heard him say behind me.
I turned sharply and pushed him away.
“I hate you, bastard!” I yelled with all my strength before grabbing my clothes and rushing out.
He didn’t even bother to follow me.
Evan’s POV
“I hate you, bastard.”
Those words kept echoing in my head even after she was long gone.
“Damn!”
I slammed my hand against the mirror as if it had offended me.
Yes, I had heard those words from her several times.
This wasn’t the first.
In fact, I couldn’t even count how many times she had said it.
But this one felt different.
It felt real.
Like it came from deep within her.
I punched the mirror again, creating a crack.
Maybe she was right.
Maybe I really was a bastard.
I couldn’t accept my obsession with her, so I turned it into bullying.
I kept punching the mirror until it shattered.
Even when the glass pierced into my hand, I didn’t stop.
Finally, I paused and looked at my reflection in the broken pieces.
I looked pathetic.
First my ex-mate… now her.
Why does the Moon Goddess keep giving me mates that don’t match me?
Anna’s POV
Immediately I got home, I rushed into my room, grateful that Freya and Mom weren’t back yet.
I threw myself on the bed, burying my face in my pillow as I cried.
I felt so used… so weak.
For letting him do whatever he wanted.
Not that I could have stopped him.
Why does he have to hurt me so much?
I cried until I fell asleep.
The next few days, I didn’t see him much at school.
Finally… I had some peace.
We had chemistry today.
It was totally boring.
I kept dozing off during class.
Charles chuckled beside me.
“Feeling sleepy?” he asked with a smile.
Luckily, he wasn’t too badly hurt, so he came back the next day.
I had already apologized to him sincerely.
He told me not to worry and not to blame myself.
He was kind… easy to talk to.
We had gotten closer over the past few days.
“A little,” I replied.
I’d been finding it hard to sleep lately because of a “nightmare.”
Others might call it a wet dream…
But to me, it was a nightmare.
What else do you call dreaming about your bully making you lose control?
I know I hate him…
But my body seems to crave his touch.
I shook my head.
What am I even thinking?
“You okay?” Charles asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just sleepy,” I replied.
He smiled, glancing at the teacher.
“Why don’t you rest? I’ll cover for you.”
I smiled back, grateful.
I moved my books aside and laid my head on the desk, dozing off shortly after.
I woke up a few minutes later.
Damn…
Did I just dream about Evan again?
It’s official.
I’m crazy.
That lunatic has infected me with his madness.
“Are you okay?”
Charles asked again—probably the tenth time today.
I smiled.
“Yeah.”
Meanwhile, inside, I was screaming no.
Not only had he messed with me physically…
Now he was messing with my mind.
I forced myself to stay awake until class ended.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I told Charles immediately after class.
When I got there, I splashed water on my face.
I was glad the bathroom was empty.
Otherwise, people would stare at me like I was dirt.
The past few days, many girls had been hostile toward me because of Charles.
I couldn’t blame them.
Even I was surprised he talked to me.
I’d always been treated like nothing in this school.
I finished washing my hands and turned—
Only to see Jenny and her group.
When did they get here?
“Long time no see, b***h,” Jenny said coldly, her claws sliding out.
My heart trembled in fear.
Her eyes were anything but friendly.
She looked angrier than ever.
Behind her, her girls were filing their nails, watching me like prey.
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