I feel when he gets off me and stands on the floor. I hear when he unzips his jeans and drops them on the ground. He crawls back on the bed, to unbutton, unzip and pull my jeans off along with my underwear. I tighten my legs together and fight him, I tug harder on the rope around my wrists, I buck and kick trying to get him off me. Nothing works, he slaps me hard on my cheek momentarily shocking me into compliance. I can't believe he just hit me, I feel the cold air touch my once covered skin and I fight harder.
He caresses my calves trying to relax me but only gaining for me to tighten my legs together. I don't want this, my sobs come harder momentarily leaving me without air. I feel helpless, incapable of taking care of myself, I feel his lips on my calves, licking, nipping, kissing and biting his way up my body. I can hear his groans of pleasure and his whispers, but I can't make out what he's saying. He digs his fingers into my thighs painfully prying my legs open making way for his head and making me whimper in pain.
I tug harder on the rope, making it dig into my skin and draw blood. I start begging the dang thing to come lose. My heart is beating a mile a minute and its making it harder for me to breathe. I close my eyes tightly as I feel my panic skyrocket when I feel him open my legs wider to fit his body. I cry harder, he's going to take something from me that doesn't belong to him. Something that is supposed to be my choice to whom I give it to, when and if I even want to.
I cry for my innocence that will soon be ripped away from me. I tighten my eyes shut and breathe in deeply when I feel him settle between my legs. He holds his weight with his arms that he wraps around my back, lifting me a little off the bed so he can crush me to his chest as he kisses down my jaw and neck once more. I greatly regret coming here to get my belongings. I should have just gone straight to the orphanage with the social worker as planned but I needed the evidence I had safely put away against my parents.
He gently pulls the tape covering my mouth off, I open my eyes and stare at him. Why did he take it off for? My tears make my vision a little blurry, but I can still see the guilt in his eyes, I know that men like him won't stop. Nothing I say or do will change his mind. They're the type of men that when things escalate with a woman and she backs out at the last minute, they don't take no for an answer. Not even tears can make them stop something they know is wrong.
"You ready?" he asks, I turn my face away. "Please, Stephen…" I whisper defeated, I feel something in me fighting to come out. Its roaring in anger making my head feel as if it's going to explode from the inside. It bulldozes its way through my brain roaring and growling in anger. My sight turns red, I feel it course through my veins. My fear is quickly turning to anger as if someone is flipping a switch. I feel it ripping, scratching and biting its way to the surface.
I can feel it wants to protect me, soothing my mind and letting me know it wouldn't let anyone else hurt me. I feel it tug at my feelings urging me to accept it, letting me feel its love for me and will always be on my side. The anger overpowers my fear, burning from the inside of me. I feel it push through my mind as if swimming against the current. My fear keeps it subdued, it begs me to accept it, to let it do what it's supposed to, which is protect me.
Its pushes and roars are making the pain radiate around my whole body. I succumb… I reach for it like a thirsty person seeking for water in the desert. I'm thirsty… Thirsty for revenge… for justice… I inhale deeply and let go. I close my eyes and embrace it; I accept it whole heartedly as it does me. I can feel when it integrates with my DNA, how it wraps itself around my heart and mind. Accepting me and all my baggage, it sooths away my pain and fears. I scream in pain, scaring Stephen…
He quickly gets off me and runs to the tape he took off me. He tapes my mouth shut as I wither in pain. I feel my body heat up, as if I was thrown into a cranked high furnace. I feel as if my skin is peeling off, I can't control my body much less its movements. My screams are muffled by the tape, I feel when Stephen gets on me once more and it roars loudly in my mind. It wants out and it wants it now. "Stay still Analiah or I'm going to have to hurt you." He says as he roughly pulls my knees up making room for himself.
He kisses my tears away but ignores the spasms of my body. The fire cranks higher making my vision turn dark. I feel him gently bite my right clavicle and align himself to enter me. I feel my chest tighten in panic; I close my eyes tightly making me see dark colors to distract me from what is going to happen. It felt when he was starting to push in and it had enough, it knew it couldn't go slow, it bulldozed through me and took full control of my body in a heartbeat. I scream in pain and it turned to an animal war cry, all I feel is pain, searing, crippling pain that cranked higher and higher until everything went black.
All I hear is Stephens screams of fear and pain, his fear polluted the air, making it purr in delight. I feel him scramble off me as if he couldn't do it fast enough. I don't feel my hands tied to the bedpost anymore or my mouth taped, I don't feel cold. I'm on all fours, I can feel it stretch like a cat that was asleep all day. It did a wet-dog shake much like a dog does to drain the water from its fur. It opens my eyes and we see him run towards my bathroom in fear holding his arms to his chest as if hurt.
We hear when he locks the door after himself, making it chuckle humorlessly as if that is going to keep it out. The smell of his fear made it groan in pleasure. I'm taller than him, I think I might be eight to nine feet tall. I can see every tiny hair on his skin as he runs, I can hear his heart beating erratically. The smell of putrid ammonia pollutes the air making it laugh in glee, he peed himself. The bastard pissed himself, I look around and notice that its body barely fits in my room, I look down and don't see hands but paws, black paws to be exact.
I feel heat all over my body, smoke is coming out of its pores and the bed. It laid on its spot with its head on its paws waiting patiently for Stephen to come out. There's nowhere else for him to go. My parent's apartment is on the fourth and last floor of the building. I hear Stephens muffled voice through the door, I think he's calling someone, and I can't have that. It slowly gets off my bed and walks towards the bathroom door. We hear when he tries to slowly and quietly open the door.
It sits in front of it, if he thinks he can make a run for it then he can think again. I feel it growl in approval in my head, that is not going to happen. Men like him don't stop, he might have not gotten to rape me, but he will try it with someone else and I can't have that on my conscience. We can't leave him alive; I don't know what kept him from doing this before now but who knows if he has done it to some other girls maybe even younger than me.
No one has ever held him responsible for his decisions and actions, that will start and finish now. He opened the door wider and it pushed it all the way with our paw. He screams and scrambles away from us. His screams are going to bring his goons running in. It rolled its eyes and pounced; it went straight for his stomach. It razors sharp claws slashed his stomach open spilling his guts all over the floor. He fell in his own pool of blood trying to tuck his intestines back in, gurgling and trying to scream for help.
The look in his eyes will forever be ingrained in my brain. "You've seen enough, my host. Let me take it from here. You shouldn't burden yourself with this filth." For some reason it didn't freak me out hearing that voice in my head. "Who and what are you?" I ask intrigued. "I'm half of your soul, I'm your panther Nahlexa." She answers and pushed me to the back of my mind. I didn't fight but went willingly, images flowed through my brain."
"Images of its last host, how she was slaughtered for what she was and for rejecting a mating proposal. They were the last of their species, their people learned the hard way to stay alone. They would survive longer as loners than accept a pack as home. The first of them joined packs to help keep all shifters save but when some of our descendants started showing stronger genes and powers all Alphas threw pack law out the window. They were the first ones to rape and try to breed with us.
There is just one flaw to their plans, our creator knew something like that would happen and made our wombs fruitless unless we accept said male as our mate whole heartedly. These Alphas were never held accountable for their actions and it's about time someone does. If her last host would have accepted it, she would have been part of a pack, but the host preferred to be alone. She knew of what happened to our people even from the other side of the world.
She didn't trust anyone; she was brought to this country under false pretenses and she fell for their tricks. She was hurt while growing up and learned the hard way to not trust easily. Not everyone is your friend when they have an agenda in mind. Wild panthers usually have many mating partners and give their necks easily but after conception they each go on their merry way, it's part of their genes to fend for themselves and their younglings if they have any.
The difference between the wild panther and the shifter is that, the shifters don't easily submit to any male. They are loners, they prefer to be alone and they don't mix in pack business. That too learned the hard way when our female numbers were going down. Her last host wasn't any different from the rest of the panther shifters. They were raised to be suspicious of everyone, they were taught to defend themselves in both human and panther forms.
If they showed any powers, then they were trained by the elders to control them. Wolves mate for life and so do panther shifters. Our neck is not to be taken lightly; the last host knew that and for rejecting said Alpha things were going to get harder for her. What she didn't expect was for her to be burned alive for humiliating the Alpha. She helped many packs, many rogues and humans alike. No one came to her aide… She showed me the first time she saw me, in the woods with Zander, Luna and Keisha.
I had thought that was a dream and never even gave it another thought. Her host died and walked to the moon and she was sent back to her creator. Keisha was furious and tired of her descendants being slaughtered by the hands of her sister's descendants. No matter how many fights and arguments came between them, Luna never held her descendants responsible for anything. Keisha knew she had to do something, or her blood would never fructify. She didn't expect for Zanders meddling, I had already been chosen, he only helped solidify our bond and make us stronger.
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