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And I was prepared to fight for my life now. Even if it meant fighting silently.

My heart clenched as he trailed the knife down my chest and cut off my bra. They were all looking at me, I was sure. Exposed and helpless, I couldn’t stop the uncontrollable sobs that wrenched their way from my throat.

Was there no one that would help me?

“Now, you just stay quiet, and I won’t cut you, alright love?” Silas smiled, almost sweetly, before leaning in to press his lips to mine.

I did nothing when he pulled my face to his and forcefully shoved his disgusting tongue into my mouth. I didn’t fight.

When he put his hands on my breasts, all I could think was how badly he smelled of alcohol and smoke, and that he was touching me in every way I had dreamed of being touched by my soulmate. But this was repulsive and unwanted. I hated myself for forfeiting the fight. The fear was crippling, and I just wanted him to be done with me. I just wanted to go home, back to my comfort and safety, without being hurt worse.

You tried. I told myself. You tried, and that’s good enough. You’ll be okay.

My own head still spun from the alcohol intake when he tried to take off my panties. Instinct came through like muscle memory, and I fought away his hands, desperately trying to cover myself.

Another slap rang in my ears, knocking my head to the side. I coughed and watched as blood dripped from my mouth onto the ground. I had never known the definition of cruelty before.

I knew it now.

I turned my head back to witness his face, telling myself that this was the time in which I would burn his expression into my memory. I wouldn’t forget him.

And I would have my revenge.

His gaze was barbaric, his chest lifting with excitement from causing me pain. Through his pants his erection was clearly visible now. I understood finally, it wasn’t about me. His pleasure derived from pain and control. That’s what he got off to.

A new wave of emotion swept through me, rippling under my skin, warming my cold and exposed body with fire.

Hatred. I absolutely hated him.

Before I had the time to think, I said it.

“Fuck you,” I seethed, spitting, relishing as the blood from my mouth splattered across his face.

He flinched, grey eyes glinting in surprise. Ever so slowly, that shock turned to satisfaction.

It was not the reaction I had hoped for.

“If you insist,” he sighed, smirking as he wiped his face on his sleeve.

I exhaled and braced myself for his next move. I would be ready the next time he seized me. He may not have those pretty grey eyes when I was done with him. I was prepared for the pain of fighting back, and the sharp blade of his knife. I was ready to spend my entire life hating this man, whether I escaped or not.

But the violence didn’t continue, because Silas froze.

His eyes were fixated on something behind me, the brutality vanishing into something else…confusion?

A warm surge of hope swelled through my entire being.

“Silas, you dirty, little punk.” A new voice came, velvety low and stern.

An angel, I thought. It had to be.

I turned to look at the voice, hoping it belonged to the person who would save me.

Chapter five

Savior

NOAH