The Inevitable
2061 Words
He looked down at her, please with what he saw. His expression portrayed confidence in his victory.
Isabella watched his movements cautiously, her heart beating erratically. She couldn't explain her reaction to him, nor the sensations that coursed through her. But she wasn't going to lie there and wait. She was determined to get away from him, and that meant she had to fight.
Adrian's eyes were glazed with a look of determination. He pulled her upright, letting go of his hard length. His arms were like a cage as he held her. A chill went through her.
She shivered.
"You have fought me bravely, Isabella." He ripped her shirt off with ease, then her bra and the chilled night air caressed her n*****s as they hardened. "Beautiful," he breathed. She kicked as he pulled her trousers off, he didn't appear to notice her struggle.
His strength was impossible.
"Stop!" Isabella cried, but her words were futile.
He threw her clothes aside, leaving her naked, vulnerable and cold. He then laid her down on the ground, it was soft, but her mind was too occupied to care. He positioned himself on top of her and lowered his face to her neck. She froze, feeling his hot breath against her. His hands caressed her arms, his lips trailed kisses on her neck and chest. She shivered again.
Her hands were trapped between their bodies and his arms.
His mouth was hot, his tongue wet, and she felt him licking her. She could smell his scent, chocolate and a hint of woodland breeze. Her nostrils flared. She could feel his hard length against her thigh, and the heat of it seared into her skin.
She wanted to fight him, but the feeling was irresistible. Her mind was clouded, her body burning.
"I am claiming you," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and seductive. His breath tickled her.
She was breathless, her body continued to betray her, but she could not fight him physically.
"A... Adrian, let us talk about this... please." She begged.
He paused and pulled back his head to look her in the eyes, "I've heard countless pleas under this sky, and each time, I have persisted and won. We can discuss, but know that the moon demands its due."
She believed him, he would take what he wanted. But she could delay the inevitable, she could try.
"Then take me as your lover, but not this way. Not like this, like an animal."
"An animal?" His expression changed. "Woman, you have not yet seen the animal within."
"Please," Isabella begged, her eyes wide.
Adrian considered her request, he searched her face and then finally sighed frustratedly. He stood, released her and then looked down at her, naked on the soft earth. His member jutted out proudly. Isabella stared at it.
She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.
"So you wish to become my lover," he said.
"I-I'm not sure, I mean, we can't-"
He grabbed her roughly, pulling her towards him. She yelped.
"Yes," she whimpered.
Adrian was amused. "Your answer pleases me," he said. "You may go for now." She gasped, stunned by his offer.
He let her go.
"Thank you," she whispered, gathering her clothes quickly. She dressed in a hurry as he watched, desire still hot in his eyes. Her shirt, ripped, was gripped tightly closed with her hand.
"Don't run, walk." He instructed. If she ran, he knew for certain he would not be able to stop.
She nodded and stepped away, turning towards the direction of her village. Her nerves were on edge as she listened for any movement behind her. But Adrian merely watched, he did not follow.
As Isabella left, she allowed herself a deep breath. She focused on getting home, she couldn't let her mind wander. She had to get home.
A twig snapped behind her and she jumped, startled. She looked around but couldn't see anything.
She continued walking.
The sound came again, this time louder and closer. Her heart thumped wildly and she started running.
She could hear something nearby. She focused ahead. She walked until she saw her little cottage. She turned behind her one last time, and seeing nothing there, she ran. She ran as fast as her legs would take her. Through the door, she slammed her way in. She locked it, and sped to her windows to make sure they were secure. Finally, when she realise she was home, she collapsed to the floor and sobbed.
She sobbed in fear, relief, confusion and shock.
She stayed there, curled up in a ball, crying. Her body was trembling, her heart beating like a drum. She couldn't breathe. She gasped for air.
It took a while, but eventually, she calmed down enough to stand. Her legs were shaky.
She tore off her clothes, went to bed and slept. She couldn't bear looking at her body, but she knew she was covered in scratches and bruises from the... incident.
When morning came, Isabella was awoken by a knocking on her door. She didn't answer, it was probably Mrs Baker again. She couldn't bear to let anyone see her like this. Waiting for the visitor to leave, Isabella looked down at her body and was dismayed at the mud and grass stains that caked her legs and arms. She needed to wash herself, she only had some water tea which needed to be heated above the fire. She decided to go to the river, it was nearby, and she knew a private place where she could wash in peace. She pulled on a loose-fitting dress that she usually wore when gardening and brought her old clothes with her to clean them. She headed off determinedly.
The path was familiar, the sun was high and warm and the air was sweet. The river was a short walk away, nestled in a small valley, it wound its way through the surrounding hills. She made her way down the steep slope towards the banks, her feet slipping slightly in the wet grass.
She reached the water's edge and sat down.
She looked at her reflection, her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. She splashed her face and tried to make herself look more presentable. It didn't work. She sighed and surveyed the area before undressing and making her way into the river. It was calm. She closed her eyes, putting her fingers through her hair.
The water was cold but not uncomfortable.
Her legs were shaking. She looked down at her body and saw how bruised and scratched it was, it was more obvious nowt he mud and green grass stains had started to wash away. Her breasts were covered in bite marks. She shivered.
She submerged herself in the water, her body numb and tingling from the cold.
The sound of the flowing water filled her ears, the smell of wet earth and moss filled her nostrils.
She stayed under for as long as she could before coming up for air.
She gasped, her lungs burned. She looked around, scared that the man from last night would be there. It was clear, serene with the sound of water and birds busy about their lives. She sighed and sank back into the river, letting the water surround her completely.
The current tugged gently at her body, the sensation soothing.
After some time, she emerged from the river feeling refreshed and clean.
She made her way out of the water and stood on the bank. Her skin was flushed and pink, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise on her flesh. She shivered again.
The sunlight shone through the trees, dappling the ground beneath them. She took a moment to enjoy the feeling beforedressing and continuing on her way.
The walk home was pleasant. The breeze blew softly against her face, carrying the scent of flowers.
It was peaceful, but she still felt on edge. She heard people talking and remembered it was market day in the village. Out of nowhere, fear overcame her, the sound of men probably triggered her. She ran home, her heart was pounding and her breath ragged.
Once inside, she locked the door and slumped to the floor, exhausted. She was safe.
She stayed there, unable to move.
Eventually, she got up and made herself a cup of tea. She drank it slowly, savouring the taste.
She looked outside and realised it was midday. She decided to put herself to work; she had ointments and medicines to make. The mushrooms she harvested two days ago, in the very forest where she met the wolf-man, were supposed to have hallucinogenic effects. They were also thought to help calm the nerves, she had intended to use them to create calming draught for an elderly man. The man who, in his old age, had begun forgetting who he was. His wife was struggling to look after him as he was often confused and scared. So that's what she did. She estimated she could make enough to last a few weeks if used sparingly.
Isabella decided to make some for herself, she needed it after her events last night.
Her assault. Or was it r*p*? She shivered. She couldn't say. It felt like it. She felt disgusted with her body. She wanted to scream.
After a few hours focusing on the calming tea, she had enough to drop some tea off to the elderly couple. She explained what it wa for and how to use it. The lady was hesitant at first, then broke down crying. Isabella stayed with the lady while she spoke about her difficulties and worries. In the end, she was very appreciative and gave her a basket of bread and apples as a thank you. Isabella tried to refuse but the lady was adamant, she waved goodbye and headed back home.
The next few days passed by slowly. Isabella spent her time working on her medicines, trying to keep her mind occupied.She harvested wood, tended to her garden and kept to herself. She was more withdrawn than usual. She was already introverted but felt more averse to socialising.
Her dreams were filled with nightmares, the sounds of the night still echoed in her ears. She'd taken the calming draught every night, but it hadn't helped as much as she'd hoped.
One morning, she was woken by the sound of knocking on her door. She jumped, her heart racing. She waited, hoping the person would leave, but they didn't. After a few moments, she got up and answered the door.
It was her friend, Eliza.
Eliza had come to check on her, concerned that she hadn't seen her in the village for a few days. Isabella was happy to see her, but also a little nervous. She hadn't told anyone about what had happened. She didn't want to.
Eliza came in and sat down. Isabella offered her some tea, which she accepted. They talked for a while, about nothing in particular. She tried to appear normal, but her heart was pounding, and her hands were shaking.
Suddenly, Eliza noticed the bite marks on Isabella's neck. She asked her about them, but Isabella was evasive, claiming it was nothing. Eliza wasn't convinced but didn't press her further. She stayed for a little longer and then left. Isabella was relieved, she didn't want anyone to find out. She couldn't face the judgment. She was judged enough it was, for her healing abilities and 'unacceptable ways'. She wasn't married, didn't have any family and refused to follow all the social norms expected of a woman her age.
That night, she had a restless sleep. She woke up in the early hours, her heart racing. She sat up, her eyes wide and filled with fear. The nightmare she had was so real, it was terrifying.
The sounds of the night, the darkness of the forest and the growling of the man-wolf echoed in her mind.
She got up and lit a candle. The room was silent, except for the faint sound of the wind blowing outside.
She sat still, her eyes closed as she focused on the wind.
Then from inside her room, close to her ear, she felt his breath.
"Even in the realm of dreams, you can't escape the inevitable. You are mine."
- Writer
