“No,” he says with a chuckle but there’s no humor to it. “I just meant that he likes to get his way. And if he wanted you, he would have taken you. It seems like he has.” His eyes roam me over in a way that makes me feel naked despite my wedding dress.
“I’m done in here. I’d like to leave now.” I try to infuse as much strength in my voice as I can muster, but it’s hard. I’ve never been in a situation like this. Dimitri never prepared me and that’s why, in this moment, I hate my brother. I hate how sheltered he kept me. Hate how he didn’t prepare me for the evils of this world.
I move to walk past him but he steps in my way.
“I’m not done talking to you yet.” He turns around and locks the door. The sound is like a gunshot: loud and shakes me to my core.
“Well I’m done and I’d like to leave.”
“Alek will fuck you tonight, I’m sure, if he hasn’t already.”
I gasp and can’t say a word. I am amazed that Alek hasn’t tried to rape me yet but that doesn’t seem like his style. He seems more interested in who I am as a person than just my body.
Granted, he did make me strip down before him so he could look at me. I didn’t exactly give my consent… even though it was thrilling and exciting and made me feel more like a woman than I’ve ever felt in my entire life before.
“I just want a taste myself before he gets it,” Jack says, reaching out to touch my waist. I jump back from him.
“You don’t get a taste. Alek hasn’t raped me. I am not going to give my body to just any man.”
“So does that mean you’re untouched?”
“What?”
“If you’re really Dimitri’s secret sister, then that means you’ve been hidden away all your life. Ergo, you’re untouched. A virgin. Is it true?”
“I don’t have to tell you anything.”
“So, it’s true then,” he says with a definitive nod.
“Just let me go.”
“Not until I’ve had a taste. It’s Alek’s own fault if he hasn’t taken you yet.” Jack lunges at me and grabs my waist. I let out a loud scream but he clamps his hand over my mouth, muffling the sound. I respond on instinct and bite his hand. He yelps and removes his hand from my mouth but then he smacks me across the face with it.
I’m stunned for a moment and in that moment, Jack presses me against the counter. No. This can’t be happening. I can’t be raped.
I want to return to my room right now. I know it’s safe there. Nothing can ever happen to me in there.
A pure rage courses its way through me. Adrenaline and fear mixing together to create a strength inside me I didn’t even know I possessed.
With a loud scream, I push Jack away from me and he stumbles backwards… only to slip on a small puddle of water.
He loses his balance and falls straight to the ground where his head smacks against the hard floor.
And he doesn’t get back up.
I watch in horror as blood spreads out from his head. “Are… are you ok?” I know it’s a dumb question to ask but I have to ask it.
Without even thinking, I bend down and check his pulse, only to find out there is none. He’s dead.
I rip my hand away with a gasp. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s covered in blood. Somehow, I touched it and I don’t even remember doing it.
Oh my god. I killed a man. It was an accident of course. I was just defending myself.
But I still did it.
I back up until I hit the wall and then I sink down to the floor and wrap my arms around myself. The blood on my hand stains my white wedding dress.
I’m not even sure how long I’ve been sitting here when someone knocks on the door.
