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.

shattering with each cataclysmic thrust. Even the shatters shattered

Screaming.

Begging.

Crying.

Bruising.

one heard me. No one saw me. Even as blood swam down my legs, no one cared. I was to clean and be unseen. Unheard. The torture that everyone turned the blind eye to will come back as

into a tragic story of theft and greed. It’s something I can’t reclaim again. It’s gone forever, belonging

it?” I asked, my voice emotionless. Red spots flashed before my eyes, breaking through my vision. Growing. Lusting for gore and vengeance. “Do

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 you the experience of a lifetime.”

The red pulsated, and the pained screaming in my head amplified. “I should be grateful 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

to do whatever we wanted to you. I was needy, and

My mind blanked

Silence.

wall–protected from the haunting memories. She can’t know. My wolf was tucked away safely, so she didn’t have to see his sweaty face or hear his lustful grunts. I’ll protect her!

crying in the cobwebs of

the raised hands of whoever is unfortunate enough to bear

I’m furious.

I want vengeance.

I want blood,

I want death.

of your Inhibitions and feel your anger. Allow for the rage to take over.

He’s right.

part of the good girl

a monster. I want to be

harm, no foul?.” I smile sweetly at the unnamed guard, my claws lengthening underneath my fingernails. “You don’t have regrets for raping me.

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

my f*cking name

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

blood! I wanted to feel the power he took from me! His large body fell to the ground when I kicked his knees

Thrice. Blood continuously sprayed like an uncontrollable hose, painting the white walls with a charming splash

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

it should be; him cowering as I unleash years‘ worth of anger onto his pathetic

well. Besides a broken nose, he sported deep claw marks on

from done.

hey, it’s a fashion statement! It’s only a matter of time before the f*cker turns into a coward and calls his

– Bloody

down the stairs when we got

pristine floors of the foyer. A werewolf’s healing

means I get to break

“It’s

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

screamed. “You think beating me up would

grabbing a fistful of his greasy brown hair. “Killing you will ensure you’ll never

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

weak. My darkest fantasies of delivering this same treatment to others brought

He’s dead, perhaps?

I hope not!

my beast from its frazzled, blood–lust state. “That felt good, did it? Do you see what happens when you allow yourself to feel the darkness? You’re so much happier,

That’s the thing.

long as I feel the deep–seated pain that ravages my body like

examined the crime scene I’ve 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 in its mini–pool of

pain is not

shit, what the f*ck?!”