His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter Seven

Angelica Winter's POV

"I'm here!" A familiar male yelled, closing a door behind him and I froze, clenching onto the fur of Marshmallow until he ripped away from me and bolted straight to the man.

I tried to stop him but couldn't, biting my lip and feeling my throat close at the approaching footsteps. Did Marshmallow leave me? Is he afraid of the man too? Why didn't he take me with?

He left me unprotected...

"I want you to take Carly to the cells, and I need to see you in my office right after. I'll be there shortly, then I want you to take this," another male paused, the next words out of his mouth were too quiet to hear yet I widened my eyes, recognizing him as the one who gave me this shirt and let me sleep in a bed.

It's the man who took me from Jade.

"Yes, sir," with that, shuffling was heard and a door closed again. The footsteps grew louder and I bolted into the room, crawling on the bed and holding my knees to my chest.

The door opened a second later and I felt my eyes water, fear constricting me until I could hardly breathe. Then, I felt his warm hand touch my stitched ankle and I yanked away, my breathing fastened but I still couldn't get a satisfying breath.

"I'm sorry!" He rushed out, panic laced his words and I pushed my hands into my chest to calm myself, "what happened to you? It looks..." he trailed off, his next words came out in a strain, "like it was amputated."

The stuffy nose I had from crying cleared when a rush of ice waved through my body and I slowly sat up, looking at my discolored ankle then at his body and frowning. He was wearing shorts and a tight white t-shirt, showing off the huge muscles he could snap me in two with. This made me unsettled and with much uncertainty, I hesitantly moved my leg back.

I don't want to risk angering him.

He was hesitant as well, sluggishly running his fingers over the stitches and my heart was racing. I even grew a bit dizzy out of fear, but not once did his actions hurt as expected.

He still scares me but I want him near...

It's almost like deep down I actually want to like him... I don't know which emotions to act on, but I do know fear will always play a role alongside it.

It's like I want to trust him, but my brain is forcing me to feel skeptical and afraid.

Something's telling me that he's my comfort and security, however, I just can't seem to force myself to believe that.

"Was this amputated?" He asked, retracting his hand and I pulled my leg away after hearing the raising anger in his voice. He seemed to be trying to hide it, but I could sense the change in his demeanor and a cold sweat covered my palms.

"Who did this?" He added, "did they do it on purpose? Who hurt you?"

Each question came out angrier than the next and my head throbbed, creating a dizzy sensation followed by an overwhelming heat that made me want to burst into tears again.

I clutched the shirt on my body and nodded frantically, looking all around the room with harsh breaths to ensure there was nothing painful he would grab to use on me. The heartbeat in my throat started to hurt and my body suddenly felt like it weighed a ton. I couldn't move.

Suddenly, hands grabbed me and I closed my eyes, trembling. I waited for the pain but nothing happened so I opened my eyes to see he was holding me, which somehow made my anxiety vanish. The previous warm tingles formed all over my body where we touched, except they weren't as strong as the ones from last night when we had skin on skin contact.

I thoughtlessly grabbed his shirt and buried my face into his neck to feel more pleasuring tingles, picking up on the familiar scent from the soap I smelt yesterday and scooting impossibly further onto his lap. His arms squeezed me painlessly and I felt myself growing attached to the security it made me feel.

I vaguely remember my father holding me like this whenever I felt upset about my mother being away.

Now I wish she'd go away forever...

Tapping his chest shakily, he loosened his hold and let me lean back. A strange boost of courage filled me after thinking about my father and I raised my head, only meeting his gaze for half a second before feeling my eyes water and my terror drain away all bravery I felt. My heart beat wildly and my chest ached, black spots altered my vision and my body felt unbalanced. I also felt myself about to faint and I was beginning to wonder if what I did was a mistake.

"Your eye—" he abruptly went quiet, confusing me when he didn't get angry that I challenged his authority, "did someone do this to you?" He whispered gently, slowly raising his hand to my face and pressing his palm to my cheek. I flinched, quickly recovering and leaning into the warm tingles.

I nodded slowly, lifting my hand and showing him my discolored fingers that no longer had stitches in them. I'm not quite sure they'll ever return to normal.

"I'm finding whoever did this to you!" He made a strange noise that reminded me of Marshmallow and tried to remove me from his lap. I dug my nails into his shirt when he tried, fighting his attempt to put me on the bed.

He's going to find my mother and send me into my death.

Shaking my head frantically, I began hyperventilating as tears streamed down my face. I was too horrified to let him leave, except he still managed to put me back onto the mattress and stand. My fists were full of his shirt and he gently grabbed them, easily prying my grip that I hastily reattached to the fabric over his torso.

He pried me off again, "you're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you again," he said softly, turning and heading for the door. I tried to scream out but nothing, so I jumped off the bed and stumbled a little before snatching his arm. He twisted around and I flinched, releasing him and crashing to the floor revealing my neck in submission.

What just came over me? Why would I do that? He's going to cut off my hands for pulling at him like a child!

He's going to get my mother and I can't stop him.

I sobbed silently, curling up to protect the front of my body until his fingers softly brushed my cheek making me shiver and go rigid.

He lifted my face by guiding my chin with his fingers, causing me to sit upright but my eyes remained glued to the ground when he stopped.

"Please, look at me," he whispered. My body shook slightly and my lip quivered. I trailed my eyes up his body, scanning every crease of every muscle up to his tan collar and jaw before moving over his lips and nose.

My eyes finally landed in his and not even a second later my eyelids felt heavy, it physically burned until I ripped my face out of his hold and looked away. His eyes were a bright silver, almost white, and it resembled Marshmallow. I miss him.

"I didn't mean to make you cry, beautiful," he said hoarsely, brushing my hair behind my ears and cupping my cheeks. Uneasiness filled me knowing he could break my neck effortlessly in this position, but his compliment burned any negative feeling as soon as it started.

He called me beautiful...

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth and a warm feeling fuzzed in me.

He thinks I'm beautiful.

I'm beautiful to someone.

"Did you want to come with me? Would that make you feel better?" He asked. I felt my heart skip a beat and gave a hesitant nod, the tension returning to my body when he suddenly picked me up.

My throat burned and nausea swirled in me again, a bunch of images of him throwing me into things just like my mother flashed through my mind and my anxiousness made me form full body sweats. I squirmed, trying not to panic as he carried me out the door and toward a much bigger house with lots of people outside playing of all ages.

I clenched my fists on his shirt and tried to break free. My anxiety was becoming too much and I felt a panic attack creeping up, however, he tightened his hold to try to keep me still. It didn't work. This made him stop, setting me down just to pick me back up under my legs. I widened my eyes when the shirt rolled up a bit and his hands held extremely close to my private areas, yet I felt a lot more at ease in his position.

My father used to carry me like this.

The pleasant memories calmed me and I wrapped my legs around him, closing my eyes and leaning my head on his shoulder, feeling unexplainably comfortable with him at this given moment. My mind was in a completely different place—a place where I was genuinely happy in one of the rare moments of my life, which might explain why.

The tingles slowly started to form after a few seconds but didn't roam my body as usual, instead they stayed down near my privates and created an uncontrollable, strange sensation where I have my periods. For a moment, I thought I started again until I realized it felt slightly different.

"f**k," he muttered under his breath, lifting me higher and I readjusted my head with a frown, leaning in and placing my forehead against his neck. I pretended to draw on his shirt with my finger to keep myself calm, feeling the stares of everyone made it feel like

I was going to suffocate.

They're making fun of me, I know it.

We entered a room and I frowned upon seeing someone else, watching them stand and bow.

"Alph—" the man from the store didn't finish, his body went stiff and he cleared his throat awkwardly. He quickly sat down and adjusted himself, fidgeting a bit in his chair.

"I know," the man holding me answered, taking a seat on the chair behind the desk and I curled further into him. My lip quivered and

I flinched when the other male looked our direction, feeling a strong urge to cry but another feeling was growing alongside it—a feeling I've never experienced. I couldn't explain how it felt.

My mind blocked out their conversation as it wandered back to what happened in the bathroom with that Henry man. I shivered, not feeling afraid but something else. The feeling between my legs became stronger and I squirmed, coming to a halt when I felt something twitch beneath me. This worsened the foreign sensation, now striking sprinkles of fear in me.

What's happening? Why am I having urges to sit on something?

I turned my head and swallowed roughly, feeling extremely overheated. Despite that, I strangely enough didn't want to get up and cower into a corner. It wasn't sweat, but an internal heat that flushed my face and overpowered my fear.

"I-I really think you should take her back, she's—uh, she's getting worse," I caught the other male say.

"Calm yourself!" The man holding me growled, though I wasn't sure that's what it was due to the rapid heartbeat in my ears, "she's warming up to me. I'm not pushing her away, she needs me."

"Oh, she definitely needs you alright. Your di-"

"Blaine," he threatened, moving his hands to my back and calming the heat slightly. I closed my eyes to focus on something else until the image of Henry's hardness entered my mind and I nuzzled further into his shoulder.

I scrunched my face until another image flashed my head. This one was about the man holding me and I twitched, struggling to fight the urge that soon won control.

I desperately reached behind me, grabbing his forearm tightly and pulling it between our bodies where I put his hand over my breast.

My breathing fastened and the feeling became a thousand times worse.

"O-okay! Uh, eh, I'm just, uh, um, going to leave and, uh, heh, come back later."

The other male left and I felt much more at ease, moving his hand lower. That's when he ripped away and cleared his throat, fidgeting a bit beneath me.

"What are you doing?" He asked, discomfort lacing his words. I looked behind me at the desk and spotted a pencil and paper, turning around and feeling him squirm more.

I feel weird. Make it stop :(

Handing him the paper, he furrowed his eyebrows for a moment.

"You're aroused," he answered, seeing my confusion and shaking his head, "it'll go away on its own, just ignore it and give it awhile.

You'll want to shower when it does, but you're going to be okay, I promise."

I took back the paper and wrote more, blushing slightly out of embarrassment over my poor handwriting but continuing anyway.

What's your name :)

"Axel Moretti," he replied before I could show him the paper and I jumped in surprise, glancing over and noticing he can clearly see the paper from his positioning. I forget he's tall. I've never met anyone taller than me other than my dad.

Mine is Angelica Winter :(

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I love it," he responded, earning a deeper blush out of me that I ignored.

Why do I want to trust you :(

He fell quiet.

Why do I like you so fast :(

"Because... there are things you don't understand, but you will know in time," he replied vaguely. I wanted to question but was too eager to ask him things I couldn't before.

Is Marshmallow your pet :)

"Marshmallow?" He asked and I nodded.

The white wolf-dog I saw :D

I turned to look at him and his mouth fell agape, his eyes glued to the paper and the lightest shade of pink morphed on his face. I smiled, that appeared to snap him out of his moment.

His eyes jumped to me and my face fell. I quickly looked away as soon as he caught me looking, feeling the urge to faint. Ice washed out all the warmth in my veins and fear wrapped my body thinking I angered him with my question.

"Yes, he's my... pet."