Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 27 – Bloody Vengeance

“This truth drives me into madness. I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away.” “Whisper by Evanescence

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(Content Warning: Mentions of Rape and Violence. Reader discretion is heavily advised)

Kiya

Never have I thought I’d be in this position.

Facing the man–no. The monster who took pleasure in abusing me in the most heinous of ways.

I took the beatings and humiliation. I was taciturn and isolated, yet mended my abandoned heart with the miserable thoughts of being unlovable.

But the day that guard crept into my cell was the beginning of my nightmares. Night after night, he had his way with me. Internally and externally with a free rein of what I idiotically called a body. A soiled temple. Rapid muscle loss didn’t discourage his sinister hands from stealing my autonomy and leaving me broken and bloody.

Brown came in plethoric shades. Russet unveiled the rich, liquid gold in the sunlight. Umber is dark, pulling the viewer into a sea of secrets. However, the guard’s brown eyes came in the shade of evil. Wickedness is

unrivaled to ill–famed autocrats of our horrible world.

My heartbeats thump piercingly in my ears, dissimilarly to the surrounding deafening silence of the corridor. My lungs work through my narrow breaths, desperate for adequate oxygen I failed to deliver. Sweat rolls down

mytes and my muscles tremble–the heightened response to fear.

Fear of being hurt by a rapist.

“It’s been a long time, Halima.” His vile breath assaults my nostrils like a battering ram, triggering nausea in my stomach. “You look great.”

I didn’t answer. I took in the aging appearance of the devil’s son. Muscles in my lips are paralyzed, but my defenses crumble, exposing the dark memories that danced in their freedom.

“No!” I heard the voice. “Please, stop!” The voice of my old self, Halima. The voice of the victim. My

voice. “Leave me alone!”

Therapy is a double–edged sword. It helps to process the turbulent events of one’s life, but it forces the individual to remember the terror like it happened a couple of hours prior. Hurt never disappears–it’s only buried deep in the abyss. It remains and feasters like an infected wound, spreading mercilessly.

I wanted to forget. I needed to forget.

“You never thought to come and greet your old friend? Halima, I’m ashamed of you.”

That smile. That damned smile that haunted my dreams and nightmares as a weak teenager. It lovingly sheltered me in violent chills with reminders of my lowest moments. Lower than what former Alpha Jonathan

could ever make me feel.

“Stop struggling, bitch!” I heard his voice, then the resounding slaps. “You should be grateful that someone wants

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a touch your sorry–looking body.”

How many times have I gazed in a mirror, wishing for a different body? A body untainted and unblemished from innumerable types of hands. A pure body touched by love, not viciousness. How many times have 1 coveted to shed this old skin? How many times have I’ve thought about carving out the areas he touched with a silver blade, so I never have to feel his phantom fingers again?

How Many F*cking Times.

There it was: the familiar pain–agony of being torn apart internally, being held down to a dirty mattress, defenseless and vulnerable. The cool breeze licking my exposed legs and his hard knees forcing my legs apart.

my soul shattering with each cataclysmic thrust.

Screaming.

Begging.

Crying.

Bruising.

legs, no one cared. I was to clean and be unseen. Unheard. The torture that everyone turned

first sexual experience turned into a tragic story of theft and greed. It’s something I can’t reclaim again.

my eyes, breaking through my vision.

it is? My pain is comedic, just like many in this pack. “I call it a gift because I was the only one who wanted you. I’ve taught you a lot of things, Halima. You should thank me for giving

that you’ve raped me on and off for three years? That I’ve cried and prayed to the Moon Goddess every night for you to leave me alone? And that I wished I didn’t have to feel the lingering sensations of your…” I swallowed. “And you dare

don’t take it so personally.” He chuckled heinously. “Alpha Jonathan permitted us to do whatever we wanted to you. I was

My mind blanked

Silence.

time stopped. Artemis remains behind the mental wall–protected from the haunting memories. She can’t know. My wolf was tucked away safely, so

little bitch crying in the cobwebs of her cell. I’m not

is unfortunate enough to

I’m furious.

I want vengeance.

I want blood,

I want death.

resonates in my head. The mark on my neck pulsated, reaching out to its creator. “Let go of your Inhibitions and feel your anger. Allow for the rage

He’s right.

played the part of the good

to be a monster. I want to be the beast.

at the unnamed guard, my claws lengthening underneath my fingernails. “You don’t have regrets

stunning color of passion and unadulterated rage. The color of the unhinged beast that even Artemis will quake in fear from. Broken from

my f*cking name is

satisfying crack of the guard’s broken nose was glorious. I wanted more! My bout of violence took aback him, but I didn’t stop there, I threw another punch, landing again on blood spraying from the hit.

wanted to feel the power he took from me! His large body fell to the

uncontrollable hose, painting the white walls with a

Whenever he got up, I knocked him down. He threw a punch. I caught it and crushed it. And his arm. I

Good. That’s how it should be; him cowering as I unleash years‘ worth of anger onto his pathetic body.

for crimson as well. Besides a broken nose, he sported deep claw marks on his right ch*ek, exposing the fibers of the muscle.

from

and skirt, adding to my grotesque appearance. But hey, it’s a fashion statement! It’s only a matter

27 – Bloody Vengeance

him down the stairs when we got close

a time, I watched him weakly crawl on his knees, spitting crimson onto the pristine floors of the foyer. A werewolf’s healing is a beloved and accursed ability

get to break them all over

“It’s

face again, hitting an eye. “This is nowhere near the amount of f*cking pain you’ve caused me for years! You deserve to be castrated!”

bitch!” The guard pathetically screamed. “You think beating me

greasy brown hair. “Killing you will ensure

smell blood–drenched coriander and it tickles the demons deep within. The pungent aroma grew with every bash of his head against

He’s f*cking weak. My darkest fantasies of delivering this same treatment to others brought life into my tired muscles, pushing me to disfigure the guard

silent. He’s dead, perhaps?

I hope

wonders to calm my beast from its frazzled, blood–lust state. “That felt good, did it? Do you

That’s the thing.

never be free. Not as long as I feel the deep–seated pain that ravages my

created. The blood trail begins from where I first drew blood, trickling down to the bottom of the stairs with the bastard’s face lying

pain is

what the f*ck?!”