Chapter {3}

{NYRA}

I made my way into the noisy lounge, hoping to find him. It was occupied with funny kinds of strangers smoking and having wild-crazy fun.

There were weird-looking, drunk-dead assholes who kept throwing glances, asking to pass a night with me.

A part of me wanted to go back home, but I was ready to risk it all, just to see how the story would end.

One of the bartenders I met led me into the VIP lounge.

Draven was a mess… soaked in the stench of hard liquor.

Immediately, he noticed my presence. He adjusted himself properly to the sofa as if he wasn’t just caught.

“You had to meet me this way, I’m sorry,” he apologized, calling on them to clear the leftover liquors on the glass table.

But not without leaving the last one standing, hinting at a clear danger zone sign at me.

I rolled my eyes mentally, nodding my head. “Cut to the chase, Draven… you’ve got an hour,” I cut him off harshly.

I sat in an opposite direction, creating an intentional boundary line between us.

It was a way of keeping my heart shielded in a vault, away from his pretense and lies.

I grew impatient as I tapped my feet on the tiled, cold floor, waiting for him to speak.

“You saw it too?” he paused, trying to study my emotions. “I didn’t expect it to spread so fast, Nyra. It will be taken down immediately.”

I shifted a bit as he tried placing his fingers on mine. He had a snake-like tattoo above his elbow that made him appear more dangerous and vile.

Draven was unapologetically handsome… despite the state he was in, he managed to keep himself neat, always like it was a ritual.

It was one of the reasons I fell for him back in college, twelve years ago.

He furrowed his brows, eyes fixed in my direction. “You left me on the altar with no explanation. Why?”

I balled my fist, swallowing the lumps growing in my throat as I could feel my voice shaky. “I heard every word… every last one you said over the phone.” This time, my eyes boldly held his.

“Alfred…” the word clawed its way out of my mouth.

I noticed Draven’s face dropped immediately, but he managed to mask it so well, just like how he had tricked me into falling for him.

What a perfect deceiver.

“You used me. There was someone else, and yet you faked your love for me,” my voice pierced through the glass.

“We were childhood friends, Draven. How could you hide such a horrible truth from me, worse… your secret?”

I hated myself for being weak. “You took advantage of my love while you were out there… fucking your lover, all these years.”

“That’s… that’s why I called,” he knelt, stuttering, still not completely sober, and trying to con me in his webs of lies.

“I want to make it up to you, Nyra. I realized I was a jerk. Honestly… I've changed.”

I wonder how many he had fooled with his crocodile tears.

“Alfred and I… we’ve broken up. Today… after dad refused to hand over his position to me,” he carved his lips into a confession he never meant to speak.

“Turns out, he was only with me for the money.”

So this is what it’s about? This was why he called.

He spoke with no remorse.

But I wasn’t going to fall for his lies anymore. “Wow. So this is what I get for picking up—shade and silence. Classic Draven.”

“You love me, Nyra… I know you do. We can work this out… again,” he caressed my hands. “I’ll be good to you this time… I promise.”

My shoulders perked up, feeling irritated. I sighed with not much to say. “What do you want?”

“Let’s get married… again.” He dropped the bombshell.

And that was it! I hit him across the face.

“This… is for wasting my time. I’m leaving.” I stood up, ready to take my leave.

I had already taken three steps towards the door, about to turn the doorknob, when I felt a strong grip on me.

“You can’t leave. Not now… not when I’m just getting started,” his voice laced with contempt.

His eyes had already switched into something I could barely recognize. Still, his grip on me was tighter and stronger than usual.

A cold breeze shivered down my spine. What was he blabbing about?

“Let me… go, Draven!” I melted in fear. “You’re drunk.”

“Am I?”

Then I began to dread the worst that could happen. Draven was becoming aggressive, and it was unlike him.

“You know, I thought you were going to be easy to fool again, but I guess I underestimated you,” he curled his lips into something... more sinister.

“Guess… I have to do it my way,” his eyes lingered on my breast. He licked his lips lustfully like I was some snacks about to be devoured.

“Get… your fucking hands… off me!!” This time, I was beginning to panic.

“I’ve always wondered how delicious you were going to taste down there,” he smirked, scanning every bit of my body.

“You had always been so stingy with your pussy, but now… You and I are going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

That was when it dawned on me, I had fallen into his trap.

I raised my voice in fear, hoping for a rescue when he slammed me hard to the ground, causing a strong, brutal signal to my whole body.

“It’s me and you… alone, bitch!! No one is here to save you,” he smirked, unbuckling his belt.

It happened so fast, my mind was racing; tears were beginning to form on my face.

Draven slowly pushed his hand towards my breast, fondling it with excitement. I could hear the disgusting moans that slipped past my ear.

His other hand went inside my floral buttoned top, to my bra, threatening to lose the hook.

My voice was above the minimum. “Stop… please… let me go!!”

But he didn’t stop. His hands kept fondling every forbidden place of mine.

“Stop fighting… and enjoy every bit of it. Don’t pretend you don’t want this as well.”

“No… I don’t. Please, Draven.”

Suddenly, I felt his hands traveling underneath my skirt, trying to pull down my pants. His hands were already caressing my opening, looking for access.

“Fuck!! You’re so tight, Nyra. Wonder how it’s going to feel shoving my dick inside your tight pussy,” he grunted, sucking on my two nipples.

My breath hitched per second.

I couldn’t let this happen.

So I bit him by the side of his neck, struggling to get up. But it only aggravated him further.

He slapped me so hard across the cheek that I began to cough out blood. My eyes were dizzy.

I screamed so loud when one of his fingers penetrated the walls of my vagina. It felt so harsh, full of pain inside me.

“You’ll regret this,” I cursed at him. My body was starting to get weaker, my legs numb from the intense, cruel pain.

Draven had successfully left me stark naked, leaving me a bra and my pants manageably still intact.

But it wasn’t going to be long before it got torn apart.

“I was going to be gentle, but you had to be so stubborn,” he growled, his eyes fixed on my bare skin.

Now, I could see his dick out in the open, staring at me. It was as hard as a rock, with veins popping out.

“You’re going to enjoy this… it won’t hurt much,” he leaned closer.

“Just four rounds of hot sex and my semen inside you would clearly get you pregnant, and your parents won't have any choice but to hand you over to me.

“This time… you won’t have any option but to marry me.”

“You wish!” I spat at him.

With every strength I had mustered in me, I kicked his balls with my left foot.

Quickly— I stood up.

My feet lunged towards the door with no clothes to cover my bare skin.

I couldn’t care less. I was more worried about my safety. Draven was still on the floor, nursing his pain.

Before I could blink, I felt a sharp object.

“Arrgh!!!” I winced in pain. There was blood on my palms.

Draven had struck me on the head with a glass bottle of wine.

“Nyra…”

I heard him call out my name before dropping flat to the floor.

“Help!” I whispered, struggling to breathe.

But he was gone, leaving me in a pool of blood.

Slowly, my eyes began to give in to darkness. I wasn’t ready to die. Not like this.

“I… don’t want… to… die.” I felt my breath leaving me.

In silent prayers, I hoped that… someone out there was coming to my rescue.