Warning: My chapters are under reconstruction right now but I promise I am still updating my chapters. But because of this my updates are slowly coming. I started this story as a teenager three years ago and at the time I didn't really know where I was going with this story. I know where I am going now and it's pretty fucking crazy. Even I tripped out when I figured it out. But because of that I have to go through every single chapter to fix any plot holes as well as recap since like I stated before, I started this story years ago. But please stay tuned, I promise it's all going to be worth it.
He pulls back up his pants then; before walking away like he didn't just violate me in the worst way possible. Break me until I was unfixable. I was nothing. Worthless. Weak.
He stops mid step turning back to me. "Nothing personal Adara, you just don't mess with someone else's mate ya' know? And then think you can get away with it, you understand that-right?"
Understand? Understand what!? I understood nothing. What did he mean? What was a mate? I didn't know what he meant! I didn't deserve this! Did I? Did I do this to myself?
My head begins to fog, throbbing with every beat of my heart, my face feels hot, all of me feels hot, the blood pooling between my legs onto the floor feels hot.
He was merciless to my once untouched body. The amount of blood I felt made me think I might be bleeding to death. The smell of iron was thick in the air; I felt nauseous from it. My ragged breathing quickens, and my vision blurs.
Am I dying now? Do I want to die? My consciences questions itself but it sounds weak, uncaring.
Yes. I wanted to just die and never wake up.
Instead of fighting it I close my eyes willing myself to die then and there.