(☞ ಠ_ಠ)☞ WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES. THERE ARE IMPORTANT DETAILS WITHIN THIS CHAPTER BUT YOU CAN SKIP IF YOU DO NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH OR ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OR ALL OF THE FOLLOWING; EXPLICIT SEX ACT, GORE, TRAUMA, TORTURE AND ABUSE.
THERE IS MENTION OF FEMICIDE & CANNIBALISM IN THIS CHAPTER.
THIS IS THE BEST TIME AND PLACE TO TURN BACK.
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YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ☜ (↼_↼)
They came back to the hotel. None the worse for wear. But it was clear something was not right. He found Rita sitting at the bar and joined her. She had some mango juice in her glass and she looked down.
“Rita what's the matter?
“Nothing,”
“You and I both know it's not nothing.” he said and took a seat beside her. “You can tell me.”
“And what if I don't want to.”
She was angry about something. “That's okay. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, whenever you need me.” He took a glass and poured himself some wine.
For a long moment they said nothing, then Rita sighed. “What would you do with a bad memory you can't stop thinking about? Besides drinking yourself to a stuper?” she asked. She could not let herself go enough to drink alcohol, he was not sure if it was because of his presence or what she had witnessed today.
“I guess busying myself, looking at things I like.” he answered.
“Like what?”
Samuel thought about it. “For me, there's usually always work to do, business and the pack. As for things I like looking at, well that's you.” he raised his glass of wine to his lips. “and that ass of yours.” he finished, trying to lighten the mood.
She punched him in the shoulder. He feigned pain and chuckled.
“Thanks for the compliment but I'm pretty sure any woman's ass would do, as you said once before.” she remarked.
He stilled and swallowed the wine in his mouth. “Does this have anything to do with what happened between us three years ago?”
“Yes and no.” she answered, looking down at her glass of juice.
“What do you mean?” Samuel asked. He wanted to know what was wrong and why she had chosen now to bring up how they met three years ago.
“Do you know why I was on that trip?” she asked.
“No, why?” There was something laced with her scent. It made it hard to detect and decipher but he found it familiar.
“I wanted to get away from it all. I was on my way to Alvas at the time, got my internship letter a few days before and jumped at the chance. Before that I had my heart scrunched up by the guy I had a major crush on, my mum was on my case all the time and my overachieving self-absorbed younger sister kept trying to one up me very damn chance she got.”
She took a gulp of her juice and continued. “I really needed a change of scenery, then I met you and unlike yourself, I did not have the intention of sleeping with you. I just wanted to meet some new people, chat, stuff like that. Learn a bit more the city i was going to be living in, you know, since i overheard a lot of people around say Alvas was harsh and unforgiving to humans.”
Samuel just sat there and listened. Her dam had reached its limits. And he had a pretty good idea of who had pushed it that far. “But one thing led to another and you ended up getting what you wanted and after that you just yelled at me, threw some money on the table and left.” Samuel internally winced at the mention and the memory of what he had done. He did not even ever think about how that could have affected her.
“I did not realize you were a werewolf back then, until you showed me and so generously welcomed me to Alvas. I felt so angry and stupid after that. Dirty even. I wanted to get my hands on you and crack your skull open.” Rita took another big gulp of her glass.
“Then you somehow got mixed up in my life again and made everything blow completely out of control.” This time her voice cracked.
“Rita I'm so sorry I put you through all that. I had no idea it would affect you this much. I was an asshole.”
“Yeah, you were. A humongous asshole.” She downed the contents of her glass and poured herself another.
“Then turns out the friends i had made were all fake, I had two stalkers and one of them had actually been sleeping with me for the most part of three years and you want to know the worst part of it is? I didn't know. I had no fucking clue! Not one effing clue!” Tears broke from her eyes and she dug her fingers into the top of her head.
That last part hit Samuel like a freight train. WHAT?!
He turned to face her fully, gently wound his arms around her and hugged her close. He did not know what to do, this was the only thing he could think of. She did not fight it, just let herself be engulfed in his hug. Tears ran down her face. He could feel them wetting his shirt. Damn it. He felt like bringing Sakaer back just for the sole sake of making him suffer again and again. “It wasn't your fault. Never is and never will be. Sakaer was sick in the head and messed up. None of this had to do with any inability on your part.”
“This must have been eating you up for such a long time. I'm sorry I didn't think about what you went through. You didn't deserve it.”
“But it was my choice, my fault.” she cried into his shoulder.
“No it was not. You wouldn't have slept with him if you knew otherwise. It's okay. It's okay.”
Seconds turned to minutes and those turned into hours that they stayed in that position until Rita stopped crying and calmed down. Then they moved to the couch.
“So about that guy you had a crush on.” Samuel started. “Was that in college?”
Rita sniffled. Her eyes were puffy and red. “Yeah, you've met him before. Wahim.”
“Really? When?”
“I was told you met each other while i was still unconcious ong story short, he's one of my mom's fiance's.” Samuel's eyes widened. “Yeah, he started seeing my mum a few months before my graduation. Exactly a week after I asked him out.”
“Ouch.” That had had to be some hell of a sting.
“Yeah, ouch. Glad I didn't get with him though, the guy is one heck of a manipulative douchebag. The others keep him in check though I'm not sure how long that will last.” she remarked.
“I'll keep that in mind.” The place was was starting to feel dreary and Rita could use some fresh air. “Hey, how about we head downstairs for a snack?”
She looked like she was going to say yes, then suddenly her entire expression changed, totally and instantly. Like someone had taken the remote and abruptly changed the channel. “I don't wanna go anywhere.”
“Oh–”
“Please just leave me alone!” she shouted.
“Rita wait, what's wrong?” He caught a scent in the air around her. It was that oddly familiar scent again and it was getting stronger.
“I just– I just can't. I don't want to.” she spat harshly. She pushed herself off of him, unbridled anger in her eyes. Where had that come from? Wait, her eyes. How did he not notice? Her eyes were hazel now but they were dirt brown before. Before this evening, before... Silas. A small growl escaped Samuel's mouth. He did this. He was going to rent the old fucker in two. “You know what? Enough with the whole mate thing. Let's just call it what it is alright. A farce.”
“Rita that's not what it is.” He tried to reach out for her, calm her down but she smacked his hand away.
“Oh really? What about what you were doing with that other woman in London, huh?!”
What woman in London? Did she mean Catherine? She saw him with Catherine? How? “Rita it's not what you think.”
“Not what I think?! Then what about Arbane?!”
“It's not–” he tried again.
“Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear it! I'm done with this, all this. I'm done playing this game of yours.”
She stood up and turned to him. “Rita, what are you doing?”
The hatred he saw in her eyes did not belong to her, it belonged to someone else. To Silas Wren. “I, Rita Beatrice Anozim hereby reject–”
He shot up from the couch, charged straight for her, he maneuvered himself so he was behind her and clasped his hand over her mouth, stopping her from finishing the rest of her sentence. The words already spoken sank to the bottom of his stomach like a ton of bricks.
“You can't. You agreed you would give me two months to prove it to you, you can't just back out now.”
The look in her hazel eyes reflected by the ornate mirror on the wall told him she did not care.
“Please. Please don't.” he begged. “I'll try harder but please don't. I'm begging you.”
She was not going to listen. She said it clearly with her unyielding eyes. He had to get Silas' spell off her but how without letting go of her mouth? How could he even get it off in the first place?
Think Samuel. Think. What strips away a Mage's power over a human? What did they use the last time this sort of thing happened to mum? If only Rita could stop struggling like a fish out of water then he could– It clicked then. The answer was right there in front of him. Water. He needed to dunk her in water. The indoor swimming pool!
Samuel carried her, flailing wildly as she was, screaming into his hand to the indoor pool. He held her tightly and walked into the pool. She tried to get out, wild panic in her eyes. Samuel's hold remained true, he offered a silent apology to her before he held in his breath and plunged them both in.
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Samuel spent the rest of the next day with her in bed. She had not been the same after everything that happened last night. She was completely silent, shaken and tired. He wanted to march right over to that God awful mansion Silas liked to haul himself in here in Milan and beat his ass to a pulp for doing this to Rita. She looked so miserable and worn out.
That stupid proposition he brought up back in Alvas considering all she had just told him was a dick move on his part. It occured to him that she was only using that to When she woke up he would dissolve it.
Gero's instructions had done the trick.
It would take a few hours for the side effects of Silas' influence to wear off, when it did he would be happy to see some colour in her cheeks and feel the warmth return to her skin.
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[GORE AHEAD. LITERALLY YOUR LAST CHANCE TO LEAVE.]
What was with majority of girls these days and having work done. Especially on their breasts. It was so three decades ago. It made it so off putting and made it extremely difficult to eat them. Silas looked down at the bloody half eaten corpse on the table, he sighed. He had always been a messy eater. The girl was a strawberry blonde witch, he would not say witch since her powers were at maximum the bare minimum. She had latched on to him while he was in London, because of her he had lost that Ezra Princeton's deporre le uova. He found him again in Lyon and implemented the first phase of his plan.
Messing with the boy's personal assistant was just a little fun on his part. If he ever got her away from the bastardo then he would take his time cutting her open.
The dead brat on his work table had been annoying and a disrespectful la lupa. Her uncle would not miss her. He sure as hell would not go out of his way to look for her. No one would. So was the tragedy of life, the consequences of ones actions and the selfish, self preserving decisions of the living. Poor little stupid thing. He carved out another piece off her arm and placed it in his mouth. He chewed, more crimson running down his lips, into his already bloody beard and swallowed before going back to ripping her chest open, in search of his ingredient.
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