Trigger Warning:This chapter contains assault. Please read with care.Mark smirked as he watched Marcus slam into Genesis in a brutal, relentless rhythm—his thrusts hard, careless, and without any precision.Then Mark glanced at her. For a moment, their eyes met. Genesis stared back, then quickly turned her head away.He scoffed and turned, walking away without another word.Genesis lay there, her bare breast pressed hard against the cold countertop beneath a thin, torn layer of clothing. Her teeth bit into her lips so hard that blood welled up, but she didn’t flinch. Tears traced silent paths down her cheeks.“Aww, fuck,” Marcus groaned, his nails digging into the flesh of her waist as he continued to thrust with brutal force. His eyes squeezed shut, his body shuddering—then he remembered the rule Mark had given him: no finishing inside her.He pulled away just in time, but not before some of his seed slipped inside her. He quickly pulled out and sprayed the rest across her back and
Trigger Warning:This chapter contains assault. Please read with care.Miss Reneta’s voice rang out from the front of the studio.“Genesis, please come here.”Genesis glanced toward her, noticing the gentle wave. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard.Which brother?She didn’t have any brothers—except Jimmy and Mark—and both were monsters.She didn’t want to see them.She was terrified.She wasn’t the same girl anymore. But Melanie and her friends weren’t them, and the fear she felt now was almost paralyzing.Slowly, Genesis began to make her way over to the ballet instructor, her steps hesitant and slow. Miss Reneta’s brow furrowed as she approached and gently wrapped a hand around Genesis’s shoulder.“Are you okay, sweetheart? You look pale.” She stopped and turned to face her fully, placing a hand on Genesis’s forehead. Genesis nodded.“Are you sure? If you’re not feeling well, you shouldn’t have come to class today. Is that why your brother is here?”That word again.Genesis s
He frowned at his phone, staring at the single text from her. Just two words: Thank you.He didn’t know why, but it unsettled him. Something felt off.Instead of replying, he looked away and focused on the fresh tire tracks in the dirt—the car that had just pulled away. Two of his men had gone to get her what she wanted.Exiting the chat, he switched to his contacts and dialed a number. The line barely rang once before Damon picked up.“Yes, boss.”He got straight to the point. “Don’t leave that place unless she looks okay.”From the passenger seat where he sat beside Leonardo, Damon frowned—until the meaning clicked. His eyes narrowed.“Make sure she’s fine. Do I make myself clear?” Knight added sharply before Damon could respond.Damon nodded, even though the call had already ended. He pulled the phone away from his ear and slid it back into his pocket.Leonardo glanced over with a smirk. “What now? Want us to wrap the little one in bubble wrap so no one breathes too close?”Damon s
Genesis’s heart pounded in her chest, fear crawling over her skin like icy fingertips. Her eyes locked on her phone—dangling carelessly from Melanie’s fingers like it was something dirty or contagious. One wrong move and it would crash to the floor, shatter into a thousand pieces. The thought alone made Genesis feel frozen inside.She couldn't let that happen. Kieran would be upset. Her eyes flicked to the girls around Melanie—her friends—laughing like this was some comedy show.Melanie jostled the phone, her smirk widening with every little shake. Genesis watched, her stomach in knots, each motion a threat.She took a careful step forward, reaching out. But Melanie lifted the phone higher. She was nearly five-eleven. Genesis barely made it to five-five.Genesis rose on her toes, trying to grab it, but Melanie only raised her arm more, grinning like a wolf.“Awwnn, the mute girl can’t reach her phone?” Melanie cooed mockingly.Genesis stopped, breath ragged, her chest rising and falli
GENESIS Master Ballet Studio“Yes, Genesis, yes, that passé was perfect! Now into a fifth position,” Miss Reneta called from the front of the room, her hands raised like wings as she demonstrated the pose.The music played softly in the background—a gentle piano tune that made the whole room feel like a dream. The floor was smooth and cool under my ballet slippers. I breathed in, trying to keep calm like Miss Reneta always told us to do. Ballet wasn’t just about movement—it was about grace and control.I slid my right foot back until my heels touched, toes turned out, my arms curved gently in front of me. Fifth position. My back was straight, chin lifted. I could feel the strength in my legs, the stretch in my spine. I was doing it. I was really doing it.“Good, Genesis!” Shecalled again, her accent warm and her smile wide. “Very clean lines. You have a dancer’s body—light and long. Keep that chest open.”To my left, Stacy wobbled a little, her arms flapping. “Oops,” she muttered wit
GENESISOne week later“You're doing really well, Gen. I'm so proud of you,” Miss Melissa said, raising her hand for a high five. I slapped mine against hers, and she chuckled before handing me my papers.I looked down at each of the scores I’d gotten. We had done something Melissa called a test—just to see how much I’d learned from her lessons.In English, I scored eighty out of a hundred. And in math… a perfect hundred. I was so happy, I couldn’t stop smiling—even when my cheeks started to ache.Math had always come naturally to me. I loved it. Miss Melissa once told me I was a real genius with numbers—and then she explained what genius meant too. She was wonderful like that.We didn’t just do math and English. She also taught me spelling, reading, history, and even about my rights as a citizen. In my spelling test, I scored seventy out of a hundred. Sometimes, the letters get jumbled in my head, especially the alphabets. I often confuse e for i in certain words, and I still struggl