Amara – Reunion

Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

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WARNING! Violence trigger. Read at your own discretion.

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The man pulled me to lean against his body, and his hands moved from my waist to my back. His face was close to mine, in an intimate manner, as if he were whispering sweet nothings.

So many things were off, and my mind was muddled with a million questions, but I had to focus on the guy whose breath was splashing on my face and I needed to figure out a way to get out of his grasp.

To make things worse, his big hand landed at the back of my neck, holding my head in place as he kissed my cheek once, twice, moving slowly lower toward my neck. 

I groaned in protest, but that only incentivized him further and his tongue grazed the edge of my lip.

He inched away and looked at me smugly, silently telling me that I'm at his mercy and that he can plunder my mouth anytime he wants.

After a few endless minutes that felt like hours of being forced to inhale the man's cheap perfume while enduring his closeness, the dancing was over.

'No! No!', I screamed internally as he effortlessly pulled me away from the town square where the party was ongoing. 'Doesn't anyone see that I am being dragged against my will? This is kidnapping! Why is no one helping?'

I was frustrated that my mouth was not working, and my body was completely useless. If anyone paid attention, I probably looked like a partier who had too many drinks. Crap! Crap! Crap! This is how I will die!

He didn't take me far away from the square where the party was held, as I could still hear the music ongoing when we stopped.

He pushed me inside an alley, against the wall and grabbed my chin roughly, turning my head left and right, as if to take in my features.

I was never so helpless. I was scared and frustrated and I really wanted to leave that place, but my muscles refused to move according to my will.

My mind froze at the realization that we are in an alley. This is where it will happen. I was reliving the last moments of my life. Is there any way for me to escape him?

The man was a full head taller than I am and his broad shoulders and strong grip told me that I wouldn't stand a chance to fight him off, but maybe I could land one kick where it counts and run away. Only if my legs would move.

'Move, legs! Move!'

Unexpectedly, his movements halted, and he smirked knowingly as his eyes shoot to the street from where we came.

"Hmm…", he hummed in a low voice. "It seems that your friends were not happy with just dancing photos that included kissing. Should we give them a good show?"

I had no idea what he was talking about. Other than music from the square and distant laughter, I didn't hear anything, and the alley was quite dark. Or maybe the drugs impacted my vision. Damnit!

Wait! Did he say that my friends are here? Does that mean that Ruby, Adele, and Willow followed us? They probably realized that the joke went too far, and they will stop him. Right? RIGHT!?

Why are they not helping? The man obviously has no good intentions! Don't tell me that they came only to watch me being humiliated?

His right hand moved from my waist higher, and he cupped my breast roughly.

I was disgusted and I wanted to shout, but only an unintelligible string of vowels came weakly out of my mouth, sounding more like a moan than a curse.

Fucking drugs! Damned Ruby, Willow, and Adele! Whatever this guy does to me, I will return to them tenfold!

He grinned. "You like this, don't you?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, hoping that at least my expression will tell him I am NOT a willing participant. I knew that he was a despicable man if he would accept to take me dancing and whatever he was thinking of doing now while I was drugged, but I was hoping that he will not cross the line.

"Oh, you are a feisty one…", he chuckled and continued fondling my breast.

He pinned me with his body against the wall and his right hand moved toward my ass.

I wished for him to stop there, but he was inching toward me steadily, with an obvious intention to kiss me. With great effort, at the last moment, I tilted my head to the side, and his lips landed on my cheek.

He growled in displeasure, grabbing my chin and his lips crashed against mine with great force.

I felt a stinging pain and the metallic taste in my mouth told me that he drew blood. Actually, that were my teeth piercing the inside of my lips.

He squeezed my jaw and forced my mouth open, and I felt his tongue intruding into my mouth.

It couldn't take more than a few seconds when his head snapped away from me as if he was burned.

I saw him licking slowly the redness from his lower lip. That was my blood.

A low rumble sounded inside his chest, telling me that something terrible is about to happen.

He stared at me, as possessed, and I saw his dark eyes flickering with gold specs that glowed in the darkness. It took a few seconds for his eyes to turn completely golden and he looked up into the full moon that was shown between the buildings.

'AWOOOO!'

A deafening howl exploded from him and I closed my eyes, as my ears ached.

The next thing I knew, he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall.

I felt a crack and pain in my upper back. Was that the wall cracking, or me? Probably me.

His vice grip held me in place and his mouth opened, revealing long and sharp teeth that a human should not poses.

I wanted to run and scream, but I was unable to do any of those and I helplessly stared as he came closer, this time for my neck.

He took a deep breath and I felt all of my hairs rising as desperation and panic mixed within me.

Somehow, he didn't look human, and his previously morbidly teasing mood was completely gone. His aura turned dangerous, like a wild animal who can rip me apart at the slightest provocation.

His hand moved from my shoulders lower and landed on my waist.

In one swift move, he ripped my jeans like they are made out of paper and I heard metallic buttons falling on the cobblestone pavement.

Anxiety overwhelmed me and my chest filled with heat that exploded through my veins. My arms moved despite scorching that burned every cell in my body and I pushed against his chest, surprised by my sudden strength, but he was not phased as he looked at me with crazed golden eyes, like I am his next meal.

Despite me shoving him away, he let out a low growl and reached for the bottom of my blouse. His arms were longer than mine, so the distance was not a problem for him even with my arms fully extended.

With a flick of his finger, he ripped my blouse.

"No!", I shouted, and my eyes widened in horror when I saw my hands that were pushing against his chest.

Why did my nails elongate to the point of looking like claws?

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