~14~
1148 Words
~TIANA'S {POV}~
Upon reaching my room, I waited until the entire house settled into silence before slipping out again with my towel in my hand.
It was almost one in the morning, and I was certain everyone had to be fast asleep by now.
My feet barely made a sound against the floor as I made my way towards the men's bathroom.
The women's bathroom was always locked once it passed eleven, which was why I had resorted to using the men's bathroom these past few weeks.
I glanced around one last time before stepping inside and locking the door behind me.
I was already accustomed to the large size of the bathroom.
I quickly took off my clothes before turning on the shower.
Hot water poured over my skin instantly, making a small breath leave my lips as I stood beneath it. The heat wrapped around my body, easing some of the exhaustion from my muscles while I lathered my skin with soap.
I had always preferred my water hotter than most people liked theirs.
Even back then, before my family's death, my twin sister used to tease me endlessly about it.
"You'll boil yourself alive one day, Tiana."
A tiny smile almost tugged at my lips at the memory.
I had already forgotten the sound of her voice.
That realization still hurt every single time it crossed my mind.
But I remembered her face perfectly. Her smile. The shape of her eyes. The little mole beneath her chin which was the only thing that differentiated the both of us as we're both identity in every way.
It was one of the few good memories I still had left that time hadn't stolen from me yet.
WHISTLE.
The sharp sound sliced through the air suddenly.
My entire body jerked, and I immediately turned off the shower and grabbed the towel nearby, wrapping it around myself hurriedly before spinning around in panic.
Steam filled the bathroom heavily, making it difficult to see clearly.
Then the figure stepped closer.
The moment I recognized him, my face drained of colour.
It was the man with the strange piercing on his lips.
A wide grin stretched across his face as his eyes roamed over me openly.
"What the f**k do we have here?" he laughed, taking another step closer. "You're a woman."
My stomach dropped.
"Oh my goodness," he continued, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I knew there was something off about you since the first day I saw you. I knew you were hiding something."
I immediately backed away from him, clutching the towel tighter against my chest.
The look in his eyes made terror crawl down my spine.
There was nothing normal in that expression.
Nothing safe at all.
"Demetri is going to lose his f*****g mind when he finds out his little toy deceived him." He chuckled under his breath. "He'll probably kill you on the spot."
His smile slowly faded, though the dangerous excitement in his eyes remained.
"But before that..." his gaze dropped lower, "I don't see why I can't have a little taste first."
He lifted two fingers slightly.
"Just a tiny taste."
My breathing turned uneven.
My eyes immediately darted towards the door.
Without thinking, I suddenly bolted towards it.
I barely made it two steps before he grabbed me violently and threw me onto the floor.
Pain shot through my body instantly.
A scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it, shocking even me.
I tried to get up immediately, but he was already on top of me, pinning me down with his weight while undoing his belt frantically.
A sick groan rumbled deep from his throath.
"After I'm done with you, I'll share you with the others." His breath fanned against my face disgustingly. "They'll be thrilled to know you're a woman. More holes for us to use, heh."
My body froze completely.
Even though I had been violated before, more times than I wanted to remember, I had slowly started healing these past few weeks.
The nightmares had become less frequent. I had started breathing easier again.
Something like this could not happen again.
Not again.
"Please..." The word came out broken and barely audible as tears spilled down my cheeks.
Then suddenly, a furious voice thundered through the bathroom.
"WHAT THE f**k DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
The weight on top of me disappeared instantly.
The man scrambled away from me so fast like a frightened animal.
I remained frozen on the wet floor, shaking badly.
"M... Marcus," the man stammered.
Fear had completely taken over his face now.
"W-What are you doing here? This isn't what it looks like."
"This slut came at me naked and tried forcing my c**k inside her," he spat quickly, pointing at me like I was some evil creature that had tempted him into sin.
A cold laugh came from the doorway.
"I didn't think I would ever hear something that absurd in my entire life."
At first, the name barely registered in my head.
Neither did the voice.
But a few seconds later, once the panic eased just slightly, realization hit me.
It was unmistakable Marcus voice.
My eyes widened.
I immediately sat up and covered my chest with my palm instinctively.
When I looked up, Marcus was already staring at me.
Shock flickered across his face, causing my heart to drop.
I was finished.
All those months of hiding my gender, pretending to be a man had just gone straight down the drain.
My body trembled harder.
"Marcu..."
"Get the f**k out of here," Marcus said coldly to the other man. "I'll deal with you later."
The man wasted no time rushing out.
The moment the door shut, silence settled inside the bathroom.
I remained sitting on the cold wet floor, unable to move.
A few seconds later, I heard Marcus approaching me slowly.
I instinctively shrank back.
Then a folded towel appeared in front of me.
"Cover yourself up."
His voice sounded calmer now.
My trembling hands slowly reached out and took the towel from him.
I quickly wrapped it around myself tightly before attempting to stand up.
The moment I did, my knees buckled underneath me.
A startled gasp escaped my lips.
Before I could hit the floor again, Marcus caught me immediately.
One of his arms wrapped around my waist firmly while my hands grabbed onto his shoulders instinctively for balance.
For a brief second, neither of us moved.
I could feel the warmth of his body against mine.
The faint scent of cologne clung to him lightly.
My breath hitched when our eyes met.
Something unreadable flickered briefly across his expression before disappearing again.
"You hopeless thing," he muttered with a sigh.
Before I could fully register what he meant, he suddenly lifted me into his arms bridal style.
A startled gasp escaped my lips instantly.
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