The Love Mark of the Werewolf

Chapter 21: Unconscious

Another ten minutes passed before my pain began to subside. This allowed my other senses to slowly recover. I could smell the thick scent of sweat from his body. Strangely, it also seemed to carry a faint scent of hazelnuts.

His movements became faster and faster. I couldn’t help but follow his movements and silently counted the rhythm.

To my disbelief, my body started reacting strangely. Oh no, not it wasn’t strange. It was a familiar feeling, a wave of pleasure.

As he sped up, the feeling became even more intense. Five minutes later, I couldn’t help but moan.

I didn’t know if he’d like the sounds.. I immediately covered my mouth and nose. My strong desire to live made me swallow all my moans back down my throat.

But I couldn’t control my body, and soon I climaxed.

He didn’t stop and continued. Ten minutes later, I climaxed again.

I was covered in sweat. My cheeks were impossibly hot. I wasn’t crying anymore. I was enjoying it.

After another twenty minutes, I came again.

I watched the time tick by on my wrist as I enjoyed the physical comfort. Three times, four times, five times, six times… I couldn’t take it anymore. The pleasure was slowly becoming a torture instead.

Suddenly, he scooped me up again and spun me around in the air so that I lay on my back on the sofa. He then continued what he was doing previously.

I felt terrible every time he moved. The pleasure felt really sharp and it was simply unbearable.

My tears unconsciously flowed down and my breathing became ragged and painful.

I gritted my teeth while enduring the pain, my nails digging into his hard skin. My fingers hurt, but it was the only way to distract myself.

It took a really long time. Too long.

My consciousness faded. Finally, I closed my eyes. I couldn’t see anything anymore.

I sank into deep darkness. It was cold. I couldn’t touch anything. I couldn’t see anything.

I felt pain all over. I wanted to run. I kept shouting, but there was no response.

I was too tired. I sat down on the floor and hugged my knees, letting myself cry.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I felt warmth. It was like the warmth of the sun.

I struggled to keep my eyes open. A patch of light shone in my eye. An oil painting appeared above me, it was colorful. A crystal chandelier in the corner of my eye. Sparkling and brilliant.

I was… still in that room!

I immediately rolled over and sat up, when a man came into my line of sight. He sat on the sofa across from me, pouring himself a steaming cup of black tea from a pale yellow teapot painted with chrysanthemums.

When he saw me sit up, he looked at me, seemingly with joy in his eyes. “You’re awake? Did you sleep well?”

I was shocked. His tone, demeanor, and movement resembled Abraham’s, but he had a completely different face.

“Where’s the werewolf?” I asked agitatedly. “Where’s the werewolf from last night?” I looked around warily, afraid that the werewolf would pop out of nowhere and choke me.

The man shrugged in confusion. “What werewolf? You were sleeping when I came.”

“Werewolf! Last night, he…” I suddenly noticed that the marble table that should have already been broken from last night was fine. There wasn’t even a crack.

How could that be? Could it be that someone had replaced it?

I looked at my ten fingers. I had broken two of my fingernails, and there were slight bruises on my fingertips. My clothes had been changed.

I carefully moved my feet, and an intense pain came from my lower body. Yes, that’s right. I was assaulted last night. By that werewolf!

“Who are you?” I asked him.

“Oh, I’m—”

“Look at my injuries.” I show him my hand. “And my body. If I go for an examination right now, I’ll know for sure whether I was assaulted here last night.”

“By a werewolf?” He laughed. “You probably had a dream.”

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“The wounds on my body are real.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Maybe you broke into my office illegally and accidentally hurt yourself in the dark.” He picked up his teacup and sat down next to me. “Do you want to have a cup of this?”

I watched his casual reaction and calmed down.

Yes, I broke in here illegally, and the worst thing was that there were no cameras here. If I went for an examination, I could certainly prove that I was indeed assaulted, but I couldn’t prove that I was assaulted by a werewolf. If the police heard what I had to say, their reaction would probably be even worse than this man’s.

Who would believe me?