I am shoved into a room after getting to where they want to take me, and I tumble ahead before hastily whirling around to see the door closing behind me. My eyes well up with tears; reality is sinking into my veins; and I feel as if I am drowning in air. I anxiously scan the large Gothic room. It is luxurious, with a burning fireplace, but I dare not move because of the fear ofgetting caught snooping, so I remain frozen in place, my gaze fixed on the blistering flames, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I am not sure how long I have been left alone with my frantic thoughts until the door opening disrupts the silence. I keep my eyes fixed on the dancing flames, but I can sense his presence like a dark cloud hovering over me. My heart starts to pound against my chest, it feels tight, and I struggle to squash the rising panic within me.
The door swings shut, and he strides across my path, luring my attention for a few seconds, but my eyes do not follow him. I cast a sidelong glance, noticing him stopping at a desk with his back turned to me, opposite the rainy window. He shrugs off his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt, displaying the tattoos that smother his skin.
This stillness in the room is deafening. I would rather he was yelling and revealing his true self; this silence is far worse because I'm unsure what I'm dealing with here, but I think I know deep down that I'm about to find out exactly who I've been matched with. He raises a glass of whiskey to his lips and takes a long sip before hissing and slamming it down on the desk, forcing my body to jolt from the unexpected explosion of noise.
“You're weak.”
His bitter words are tinged with disdain, and my watery eyes slowly close, allowing tears to cascade down my cheeks while my jaw tightens.
“I am.”
I am hoping that if he sees me as weak, he will reject me. I'm not a good match for him, and we both fucking know it. I open myeyes as soon as I discover his voice is now directed straight at me.
“Do you know who and what I am, Swan?”
I stare at him from a distance as he leans against the desk, waiting for my response, and I shake my head once before glancing away. I pull my sleeves lower down my arms, feeling uncomfortable as I recall exactly what Chaos told me about who he is and what he does.
When he pushes himself away from the desk, I lower my gaze as he prowls toward me. Once he is close enough, he circles me, making me feel small, like a caged animal as he examines every inch of my body. As soon as he comes to a halt directly in front of me, he lifts his tattooed hand and clutches the front of my hoodie, yanking and dragging it back before releasing it.
“Take it off.”
My eyes expand, shooting up to meet his, but he simply stares back, emotionless and I draw a deep, quivering breath while shaking my head.
“No. I don't have anything on und—”
His jaw tightens before he swiftly seizes my face again, just like he did outside, but this time his grip is much firmer, forcing me to hold his wrist. He hisses, flashing his two silver teeth, and I feel my body shivering.
“If you do not do it, I will, and let me tell you, Swan, you will not fucking like it. I am not those pussy boys you have been fucking; I will tear you apart and enjoy every second of it.”
As he releases me, he pushes on my face, and I feel a sob rise to my throat, but I choke it back down.
“I want to see what I am forced to fuck for the rest of my life.”
I am crying because I feel like I'm being punished and degraded for nothing. What did I do to deserve this? I realize the harsh reality; I have no choice in this situation. No matter how much I say no, ultimately, Maddox will still do whatever he pleases, and the prospect of him doing so ends me. This way, at the very least, I have some control over the situation.
My breathing is erratic as I squeeze my eyes tight before slipping my trembling fingers beneath the hem of my hoodie. I quickly raise it up my body, pulling it over my head and because I am feeling uncomfortable, I instinctively place my arm over my bare breasts, but he merely grasps my wrist and yanks it away forcefully.
When he lets go, my eyes open as he brushes my long hair over my shoulders. I watch as he takes in my breasts, not hungrily like Chaos or Reign, but merely to see if they will do it for him. He raises his chin as his wicked eyes flash to mine, not revealing anything, and then he moves around me once more.
“I suppose it could be worse.”
As he walks behind me, his vulgar comments create a small wrath bubble inside of me.
“But, little Swan, you have been spoiled. You were fucking two cocks at the same time.”
His insulting remarks cause my eyes to close, and I grind my teeth.
“Tell me, which one took your fucking innocence from me?”
Images run through my mind of the night I gave Chaos my virginity and how we were together; how valuable he made me feel and how he never made me feel uncomfortable; and my heart bleeds. He unexpectedly approaches my ear from behind, jolting me out of my reverie.
«?? ????????? ????, ????????? ?????. ?? ????????, ????? ? ???? ? ???-?? ?????????».(Don't fucking ignore me, you little cunt. You speak when I ask you something.)
My eyes snap open and my brows furrow, another rage bubble bursting within me.
«??? ???????????? ??????? ?? ???? ?????, ???????».(My innocence was never yours, Maddox.)
