FREYA'S POV:He’s so close, and I can feel his breath brush my cheek lightly. Discomfort is an understatement with the way my back is bent backward in an attempt to lean away from this stupid asshole.I growl menacingly, shoving him away while I stand up on my two feet.“Clearly, you’re delusional. Why on earth would I fancy you enough to create the impression that I do?”“You act like you don’t want me and tease me purposely. I’ve noticed it since the first day you joined my class."He goes on his feet as well, coming over to me despite how much resistance I give off. The way he stalks slowly puts me on high alert.“That could have just been me genuinely not thinking you’re shit and trying to avoid you as much as I can.”“That’s not possible.” He chuckles like it’s a joke, which it’s not. “You love me.”He takes another step closer, and I growl more fiercely, baring my fangs at him. This is just taking narcissistic delusion to another level.Somehow, he’s concocted this bizarre id
FREYA'S POV:I sniffle, rubbing against my sore, wet eyes with the sleeves of my shirt. The slight abrasion burns the tender skin under my eyes but having red puffy eyes is the least of my worries right now.Even with the small movement, my arm trembles from the previous trauma.Every time I make the mistake to close my eyes, I can feel him holding me down against my will, the horrible stench of his scent nauseating my wolf and that sinister grin on his face.Then disgust and rage overcomes me again, and I wish I could go back in time only briefly, to do more than rip out a small chuck of his lips.Clawing his eyes out would be more suitable for a scum like him.I laugh at myself.Who am I kidding, trying to act all tough? Even now, I’m crawled into a small human ball in the corner of this empty lab room in school, waiting for Silas to return from wherever he had gone to.I would leave but he had told me to wait for him. And I didn’t want to be alone — not right now.The double door
FREYA'S POV:“Fuck.” He groans painfully, panting just as fast as I am.I dig my claws into his clothed back, crying out loud from the sudden intense pleasure.“Silas…” I cry, feeling a bit of wetness in my eyes.“You’re so fucking wet.” He groans, digging his face into my neck again, taking in a big whiff of my scent. “You’re driving me crazy.”I ignore his words, seeking my own pleasure. I waste no time grinding back against his fingers that are just barely scratching the itch inside me.I force them to go deeper before pulling away and forcing my hips forward again, getting that mind fucking friction.“Shit.” He growls, biting on his lower lips as he watches my hips grind on his fingers.He pushes another in and my body convulses again, vibrating as my pleasure begins peaking. This time, he thrusts into my cunt on his own, saving me from the agonizing want bubbling in me.The speed picks up, and I can hear the squelching from core.“I need you, please…” I plead again, wanting mor
FREYA'S POV: “I don’t mean this the wrong way, Freya, but for someone that was assaulted sexually an hour ago, your skin is glowing extraordinarily.” She says as I dry my now damp hair with a towel.I’m fresh from a well-deserved bath that has washed all that bloody mess away from body. My hair is still dripping wet in some parts as I towel dry the other side.Her comment makes me turn to her nervously.“I-I don’t understand what you mean.”“Well, for one thing, you’re humming to yourself. I’d think you’d be a shivering mess. Not like I don’t like you being chill right now. This is just a total different expression from you.”She watches me worriedly while I pass a nervous laugh.Of course I’d be humming after a mind blowing orgasm that, for some reason, got rid of that splitting headache I’d been having from all that reading, and made me forget the whole ordeal partially.Of course, I couldn’t tell her I had just been fingered in the class room by Silas. Xena would think he’s some
FREYA'S POV:Just when I’m absolutely certain she’s asleep, I slide out of the heavy duvet covers, tiptoeing to the balcony door and step out.The cold icy wind hits me right in the face, and I’m grateful that I have Silas’ jacket draped over me.Is it stealing if someone gives you their jacket and they never ask for it back, nor do you remind them about it?Nah.I slowly shut the door behind me, moving over to the edge and staring down.“How did he do this again?” I ask myself, pondering on if I could really leap off the ledge and land safely without breaking a few bones.The more I look down at the height, the more I grow nauseous and doubt myself, pondering on giving up on my late night quest. But alas, Freya is no quitter.I slowly and carefully climb up to the ledge, taking in deep breaths. Anyone that spots me now would think I’m suicidal from the way I stand with my hands outstretched sideways for balance.Before I can talk myself out of it, I leap downward with eyes tightly
SILAS' POV:It’s almost an hour since I left her at the spot. I run, rushing through the tree and emerging once again at the clearing, only to find the space empty.She’s already gone.I had not expected her to wait for me here. She has every right to leave, especially with me doing the same to her amidst the moment brimming between the both of us.The call was something urgent. I couldn’t risk another rogue finding their way into school like the last time we got attacked. I had her in mind when I rushed away to get it done, but the dejected look on her face…I had doubted if she really felt that bad that I was leaving. I thought it was only I that felt this burning need to be around her every second I could, so I took her word for it.‘Yeah, it's fine’ she'd said. Now, I’m doubting if she really was, especially now seeing my shirt left all alone on the grass.Probably tossed off in annoyance before she stomped off back to her room.I sigh, picking up the piece of clothing into m
SILAS' POV: “If I leave this room, it’s over. I won’t chase you anymore and try to fix this shit with you. There’s not going to be effort on my part again. We’d be breaking up.”Despite her threat, her eyes plead with me to give in like I always have; to the guilt, the overwhelming pressure, to her wants.“Leave.” I respond curtly.“Silas!”“I’m sorry, Elena, but I don’t need this right now.”She watches me, heart broken. The hurt in her tears-stained eyes stare back at me.“You’re a heartless prick.” She mutters, gnashing her teeth with her fits clutched at her side.I say nothing because there’s nothing left to say. It is only silence I can offer in this situation.We’ve been together for more than enough years and no matter how much she irked me, I had let her remain by my side.Maybe this is just what we really both needed, a break from this madness.She leaves without much of a hustle, huffing bitterly and picking up her discarded clothes resting on a chair, then stomps out.I’m
FREYA'S POV:The freezing cold water suddenly doused on my body rips me painfully from my unconscious state, and tosses my consciousness back into my limp body with a rigorous force that leaves me terribly disoriented.I leap up from wherever I am, first screaming ‘what the fuck’ in my mind and out loud ofcourse, to remind myself that I have a voice.“Holy shit.” The comment rolls in after feeling every painful fiber of my muscle slowly weigh down on me.It feels like I’m breathing in flaming needles that burn and punctures my lungs with every inhale and exhale.It weighs heavily on my chest as I’m wheezing for air.I stop breathing to stop the pain, then I choke painfully and have to breathe twice as hard to recover the lack of oxygen.My body feels like I’ve been trampled on by a group of angry elephants continuously, till I’m shattered to pieces, and said pieces are glued back poorly with weak adhesive.I can’t even begin to describe the pounding headache that really wants to crack