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. Even the shatters shattered to smaller

Screaming.

Begging.

Crying.

Bruising.

me. Even as blood swam down my legs, no one cared. I was to clean

fun, blissful, first sexual experience turned into a tragic story of theft and greed. It’s something I can’t reclaim again. It’s gone forever, belonging to

regret it?” I asked, my voice emotionless. Red spots flashed before my eyes, breaking through my vision.

rape?” The guard released a burst of hearty laughter. So, that’s what 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

and prayed to

do whatever we wanted

My mind blanked

Silence.

memories. She can’t know. My wolf was tucked away safely, so she

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

the raised hands of whoever is unfortunate enough to bear the Zircon Moon mark.

I’m furious.

I want vengeance.

I want blood,

I want death.

all yours, Little Moon.” The haunting melody of Osiris’s voice 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

He’s right.

played the part of the good girl for

to be a monster. I want to be the

I smile sweetly at the unnamed guard, my claws lengthening underneath my fingernails. “You don’t have regrets for raping me. I won’t regret it

stunning color of passion and unadulterated rage. The color of the unhinged beast that even Artemis will quake in fear from. Broken from its chains, it’s ready

name

bout of violence took aback him, but I didn’t stop there,

me more. I wanted more broken bones and more blood! I wanted to feel the power he

his face. Twice. Thrice. Blood continuously sprayed like an uncontrollable hose, painting the white walls with a

a guard, so he knew how to fight. Too bad that I was better; fueled by uncontainable rage. Whenever he got up, I knocked him down. He threw a punch. I caught it and crushed it. And his arm. I crushed the bones I

shock. Good. That’s how it should be; him

Besides a broken nose, he sported deep claw marks on his right ch*ek, exposing the fibers of

far from done.

grotesque appearance. But hey, it’s a fashion statement! It’s only a matter of time before the f*cker turns into a coward and

– Bloody Vengeance

I pushed him down the stairs when we

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 because I can’t admire

to break them all

“It’s

enough.” Reaching the bottom stair, I rammed my foot into his face again, hitting an eye. “This is nowhere near the amount of f*cking pain

crazy bitch!” The guard pathetically screamed. “You think beating me up would get your pathetic

of his greasy brown hair. “Killing

I smell blood–drenched coriander and it tickles the demons deep within. The pungent aroma

others brought life into

He’s

I hope

did wonders to calm my beast from its frazzled, blood–lust state. “That felt good, did it? Do you see what happens when you allow yourself to feel

That’s the thing.

the deep–seated pain

begins from where I first drew blood, trickling down to the bottom of the stairs with the

pain is not

shit, what the