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Chapter 4

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Soren's POV 

Before I could think on what to do, Dain grabbed me and covered my y noise And mouth with pieces, and the more I tried to breathe, the more I inhaled whatever content was sprayed on the pieces.

I knew I had to fight but I didn't know how, so I began kicking, trying to set myself free but his strength was greater than mine, the way he pinned me to the wall was effortless.

Then, I just remembered I have a knee and one was in-between his legs, with all the force I could mutter, I raised my knee up as it came in contact with his groin.

He screamed and let go of me, I took that opportunity to try to run but he grabbed me again, this time, he slammed my face on the wall with my back facing him.

"You can't run away from me, never!" He growled like a possessive pig...he wasn't a pig but I hated him too much to call him anything nice.

The force with which he slammed me against the wall made my head swell and for some odd reason, I began feeling something...not dizziness but something else.

While I struggled with identifying what was going on with me, he began taking off my pants. 

"You are mine, Soren ...your body is mine and I will prove that to you" 

I tried to push back but he stopped me, his hand struggling to enter my pants. 

No, I can't let this happen.

I spun around, and pushed him but yet again, he was fast to get me before I could take a move 

"Let me go you bastard"I cried, as the feeling of suffocation threatened to consume me. This, I never wanted and right now, I feel death creeping its way under my skin and I can't help but get lost in the memory of the little me caged in the closet and the loud screams of my mother begging my dad to stop but he never did.

I began trembling, sweet oozing all over as I ran pale. At this point, I knew I was gone. Whatever he planned on doing to me, I won't be able to stop him.

Tears rolled down my eyes, and I hated myself for getting with a guy whom I knew nothing about or rather, I thought I knew him better but I didn't.

"Not until I claim what's mine" he began kissing me, 

His kisses which I solely loved and enjoyed before were now nothing more but disgusting to my body. 

I cried as I struggled to push him off me but whatever content he had been inhaling was doing something to my body. I felt hotter than normal and I knew I was damned.

"Stop please, don't" I begged in-between my weak sob but all he did was pray my dress off trying to defile me.

Tears rolled down my eyes and for the first time, I wish the story was otherwise.

As if God answered my prayers, the curtains suddenly pulled open and before I knew it, Dain was yanked away from me.

My knees were long weakened and Dain was the one keeping me standing, the second he let go of me, I fell on the floor.

"Who the fuck are you...get off me" I heard Dain yelling from behind the curtains now.

Whoever saved me, I couldn't be any less happy but right now, I was going through something I couldn't explain.

The noise outside lasted for minutes before it suddenly died like it was never there. But the heat inside me threatened an eternity which I wasn't ready to give.

My consciousness was dancing, I felt tipsy, the entire room dancing with me, turning me round and round like I was dead drunk.

"Soren...hey, look at me" 

There, I heard the one familiar voice I could never get myself to ignore, Travian.

I struggled to keep my senses intact and muttered, "Tr... Travian" 

"Are you okay? What happened? What did he give you?" He asked, his voice full of worries and concern .

I felt loved for seconds, but then, I remembered this feeling I'm feeling now, I've felt it before and an even more secure and protective one but it all ended nowhere. 

Dain loved me, he made me believe love did exist and I could have it. But the love he had for me was toxic, unrelenting and dangerous. 

This is what loving him caused me, this is what I get for wanting to be loved. Was it all worth it?

I tried to push Travian away but he hugged me instead, a hug that came with a sense of peace and comfort. 

I couldn't help but cry, broken by my own weakness.

"Please" I stuttered in-between my sobs, I felt too hot and I knew what I wanted.

Him.

Travian.

I was hungry for his touch, but why? 

Then I realized what Dain did. What he made me inhale was nothing but an Aphrodisiac spray and now, I'm in damn need for sex.

"I have to go" I struggled to stand up but everything I did was futile.

Let me" Travian grabbed me into his arms like I weighed nothing. 

Everything spins around and I swear I heard nothing but my burning needs to be touched. I wrapped my hand around his neck and the sweet toxic smell of his body spray filled my nostrils, driving me crazy.

Without resisting anymore, I leaned in and began kissing his neck, trailing endless kisses down his throat.

*********"

"Soren" Travian growled and pushed back on the bed.

My hands moved faster before my brain could think, I grabbed my Travian hand.

"Don't leave me, please" I stuttered in a trembling voice. 

"Hot!" I whispered.

Travian reached a hand to test my temperature.

"Shit, you are burning " he carried me off the bed to the bathroom shower.

"What the hell did he give you?" He switched open the shower and the cold water began falling on both of us.

"You have a fever...I should prepare your medicine" 

My hold around his neck tightened, I didn't want him to go. There's no better medication than him. I needed him, more than I needed air to breathe.

"Please, don't leave" I begged in a faint whisper.

"But you" 

I slammed my lips on his, muffling the words that were about to leave his mouth.

"I want you ...no, I need you" I breathed out as I pulled away, our eyes holding each other like it ends with us.

There was a frown of Travian's face, then realization dawned on him, 

"Damn you bastard, I'm going to kill him" he tried to leave but I held him back.

"Please...you can kill him later but now..."I beat my lower lips, "help me get over this... feeling...I need you" 

"No...you are not thinking straight, you are speaking under the influence of the drug..." Travian wanted me, I knew it and I saw it in his eyes and the restraint in his voice. The way his muscles tensed, I knew he was trying hard not to touch me.

"Please" I could only beg.

"You will hate me afterwards" Travian was scared and I understood. Maybe he was right, but right now, I couldn't think of anyone else but myself.

"I won't....I promise" I swore.

"Sure?" He asked again, his muscle partially relaxing under my touch.

I leaned in and kissed him, that was my response and that's all he needed to give in.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slammed my back against the cold wall while the water kept falling on us. 

Our kiss is deep enough to consume both our minds, bodies and soul and leave us in a state of longing and lust.

And even though I was stimulated by the drugs, I wanted this more than he did and that was enough to

make me know he's dangerous for me.

And I should run away, far away from him but before I do that, I want to feel this moment while it lasts.

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