Forbidden Mate

Chapter 3

Beverly

The girls sauntered into the room, their hips swaying from side to side in an almost hypnotic way that filled me with fear so intense that my system suddenly shut down and my body began to tremble uncontrollably.

I felt as though I was being pulled into a vortex of terror, my legs and hands shaking uncontrollably in my attempt to escape.

Patricia, the ringleader of the group, barked out an order for Sarah to leave, her voice like a thunderclap that could make even the most courageous person quiver.

Instinctively, I knew that Sarah was not deserting me but rather that she was saving us from further trouble. She left without argument, leaving the door open as she quickly made her exit.

Patricia then advanced on me like a lion stalking its prey, her gaze more intimidating than any weapon. I noticed a small knife on Sarah's bed, and I had the distinct feeling that if my hand ever got hold of it, I would not hesitate to use it.

Annette quickly shut the door, trapping me in the room with the group of intimidating girls. I knew that I had no chance of escaping, and I could only brace myself for whatever was to come.

"I am sorry," I thought to myself, regret engulfing me. Patricia barked at me; her anger palpable. "You're insane for saying sorry!" she snarled. Annette stepped forward, her face a mask of rage.

I flinched, a chill running down my spine as she reached out to slap me. "Didn't you hear her say to stop saying sorry?" she yelled, her saliva spraying my face.

I felt like a caged animal, desperately searching for a way to apologize without incurring her wrath. Emily stepped forward, her voice dripping with disdain.

"She thinks she can talk to us because we attend the same school, right?" she sneered. I kept my mouth shut; my gaze fixed on the knife on the floor.

I plotted how I could use it to protect myself from their onslaught. I wished I could find a way to make amends without having to beg for mercy. But I knew I had to say something, or else I'd get the beating of my life. So, I stayed silent, my heart pounding in my chest, and waited for the storm to pass.

Annette stood there, admiring her beauty and smugness, unaware of the danger that was threatening to befall her.

Her beauty seemed to be a curse, blinding her to the consequences of her actions. As I shifted even closer to Sarah's pocket knife, I felt my heart racing in anticipation of what was to come.

Patricia, the self-proclaimed girlfriend of Romero, was staring daggers at me as if I had done something wrong. I knew she was only jealous of me—of my beauty and intelligence.

But I was determined to take the knife and use it on Annette. I was ready to face whatever the consequences might be, no matter how harsh.

I could feel the anger and rage coursing through my veins, fueling me with the courage to do what needed to be done.

Suddenly, Annette realized my intentions and barked at me, "Don't!" "Don't you dare move while I'm still talking!" Her command was enough to make me freeze in my tracks, my hand stretching out towards the pocket knife.

My eyes met Patricia's, and I could see her surprise at the sudden turn of events. I was so close to the knife now that it would take me only a second to take it and use it.

Emily gasped and stepped back in shock as she watched me plunge the knife into Annette's chest. Her eyes were wide with disbelief, and she seemed unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Annette's body slumped to the ground, and the other girls immediately started screaming and crying, their faces full of horror and fear. I could feel my heart thumping wildly in my chest as I realized the enormity of what I had done.

I had taken a life in cold blood, and my hands started shaking uncontrollably as I stared at the lifeless body on the ground.

The girls started shouting at me, demanding to know what had allowed me to do such a thing.

Emily stepped forward and asked me again, this time with more urgency, "What did Romero tell you?" I stood there silent, my mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions, unable to answer her question. But at that moment, I knew that the answer to her question was more complex than I could ever explain.

***

Oscar

As her moans filled the air, I pounded mercilessly into her, my thrusts relentless. The pain was palpable, but I paid no heed as I kept up my vigorous pace.

I spun her around, pushing her down onto her hands and knees, and grabbed a tight handful of her hair.

She screamed, trying to push my hand away, but I refused to let go.

I thrust harder and faster; each movement was accompanied by a slap on her cheek. She grabbed a pillow, biting down hard to muffle her cries. I continued to thrust, every movement intensifying the pleasure and agony that wracked her body.

Her legs shook as I kept up my onslaught, her moans becoming fainter and fainter. Suddenly she flung her arms out wide, as if trying to embrace an invisible lover, her voice becoming a desperate blend of moans and groans.

I kept thrusting, never ceasing, until she lay exhausted beneath me.

I watched with sickening fascination as her fingers grew longer, her teeth sharpened into fangs, and claws sprouted from her now misshapen nails.

As I applied pressure to her, she shook violently, her body contorting and morphing. I was only concerned with my pleasure and satisfaction, not giving a care in the world for the poor s*x doll writhing beneath me.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of torture, I pulled out with a final thrust, and the s*x that had lasted for over two hours was finally over. I wasn't exhausted; I was satisfied. I had explored every inch of her body, leaving nothing but misery in my wake.

As she attempted to cling to me, I looked down at her with disgust, not even bothering to learn her name when I had seen her earlier that day.

She had been delivering groceries to the house, and my vile desires had taken over, demanding I have a taste of her body. I had taken her and used her for my pleasure, never once considering her feelings.

I bellowed with a voice of thunder, "Leave!" She sprang to her feet, hastily gathering her clothes and attempting to put them on. I repeated my order in a harsher tone, and she rushed out of the room, tears streaming down her face.

She had not expected to be treated like a leper after spending more than two hours with me and being left completely exhausted.

To make matters worse, I had sent her away without any clothing on, not caring about how she would find her way home without her clothes that I had ripped off during the process.

I'm sure she had assumed that I would provide her with some of my garments to cover her body. I scoffed and laid my head back against my bed, satisfied with myself.

As I drifted off, I was about to close my eyes and disappear into my dream world when I suddenly remembered that I had made plans to immerse myself in the beauty of the woods.

I couldn't wait to explore the enchanting forest and all its wonders. With a smile, I said goodbye to sleep.