Page 13 of Ravage (The Wellard Asylum #6)
I wake up feeling like a polished turd the next morning.
My head is pounding, and my body feels like it was put through the wringer.
I stretch out my limbs, and alarm bells start going off in my head, making my anxiety rise to new levels.
My muscles ache like they’ve been pulled in every which way, and my mind is groggy with exhaustion.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed proves to be more difficult than what I would have thought, taking all of the energy that I have to accomplish the task.
Once my toes are dragging against the plush rug under my feet, I push to stand up, and the world tilts on its axis, sending me back down onto the bed.
As I sit there reeling with the possibilities of why I would feel this crappy, I notice an odd pulsing ache between my thighs.
I reach down with trembling fingers, tentatively probing between my legs, my heart desperately hoping what I fear is not true.
A whimper leaves my lips when my fingers graze over my pussy covered with damp panties.
Ignoring the betrayal and pain that is coursing through me like a tsunami, I push up from the bed and rush towards the bathroom.
My body sways with each step from my sudden movements.
A shaking hand reaches for the bathroom light while the other one slams the door closed.
Wild eyes meet mine in the mirror, jump-scaring me back into the bathroom wall.
My hair is a mess around my face; purple bags have taken up space under my eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I lift my shirt up over my head, tossing it to the floor, just wanting to get this over with.
My fingers trace over my red nipples, making me gasp at the soreness that is left there, but what really freaks me the fuck out is the crusty substance spread over my stomach.
Tears pool in my eyes, blurring my vision as my fingers flick off flakes of come from my skin.
A sob escapes from me, my knees trembling and causing me to collapse to the floor.
My hands frantically clawing at my skin, trying desperately to get the offensive mess off of me.
Red marks litter my skin where my nails have dug in at a punishing pace.
The betrayal that I feel right now is at a level that I have never experienced.
Rivers of salty tears spill from my eyes, sobs tearing from my chest, taking my battered heart with them.
Pushing my shorts and panties down, I probe at my pussy to further my assumption of the nightmare I think has happened.
Kole drugged me and then used my body for his own pleasure without my consent.
The admission of the truth sends me into a downward spiral of self-hatred for being so stupid as to let this to happen to me.
I trusted Kole and thought that I was safe under this roof, at least physically.
My tattered body crawls towards the shower, pulling myself in and sitting up against the wall.
Hands reaching to turn on the shower to as hot as I can stand it, the water pelting me, trying to wash the sins down the drain.
I slump against the wall, my body trembling with sobs that continue on for so long that my body exhausts itself.
My eyes fall closed, leaving me in a lukewarm darkness and a false sense of safety.
“Shit.” The urgent voice pierces through the darkness that I’ve been swimming in.
Hands shake my numb body, trying to pull me out of the place in my mind that I’ve been hiding in.
“Sloane.” My name drifts from the person's mouth, caressing me in warmth. “Come on, wake up.” A light tap against my cheek has me groaning and mumbling for them to just leave me alone. Hands pull against my shoulders, hauling me against a plush furnace that I promptly curl my body into. The scent emanating off of them makes me feel safe and at home. “Open your pretty eyes, my Sweet Obsession.” A hum of contentment drifts from me while my lashes flutter open, the room blurring slowly into focus. A pair of concerned blue eyes stares down at me while a warm hand caresses my cheek. “There she is.” His soft smile sends my heart racing into a completely different direction as Kole’s face slams into focus.
A scream rips out of me, my hands slapping his away as I try desperately to crawl away from him.
“What the fuck?” An inhuman sound creeps out of me, my limbs flailing against the cold floor.
“No!” The words cut through the tension in the air, but they don't stop him from grabbing my arms and pulling me back against his chest. “Don’t touch me!” His arms wrap around my chest like a vise, keeping me stuck to him.
My body is still wet from the shower and shivering from the cold shower that he pulled me out of.
“Will you fucking quit and listen for a sec?” His words go in one ear and out the other as I continue to struggle against his hold.
“Fuck you! Let me go!” I turn my head and bite his bicep, eliciting a pained grunt from him.
“Calm the fuck down before I knock your ass out.” His words sounded threatening, and panic crept up my spine, turning my thrashing into fearful trembling.
Tears pool in my eyes and slowly drip down my cheeks.
“Good girl.” His words somehow soothe my frayed nerves.
We sit there in silence, listening to my soft sobs and the uneven sounds of my breathing until eventually I’m all cried out.
My naked body sagging against his chest, shivering from the cold.
“I thought that you were beautiful before, but when you cry, you’re almost perfection.
” He punctuates his words with a kiss against my cheek, his hand reaching up to smooth my wet hair away from my face.
“Let’s get you warmed up.” He scoots away from me, leaving my back bare and open to the cold air around me.
A fluffy towel is draped over my shoulders, and the sound of drawers opening and closing surrounds me.
Once he finds what he’s looking for, he comes back to his spot behind me and the hair dryer flips on.
The sudden noise has me jolting in my spot, the warm air from the dryer warming me up even more.
A brush runs through my hair, and my icy heart starts to thaw at his attentiveness to drying my hair in perfect waves around my face.
Eventually he shuts the blow dryer off, stuffing it back into the drawer along with the brush, and leaning down to offer me his hand.
I stare at it like it’s a cobra waiting to attack me, which makes me completely bypass his offering and stumble to my feet on my own.
I pass him on my way into my room, heading straight towards my dresser and pulling out an oversized T-shirt.
Before I can even think to pull it over my head, Kole’s unforgiving hands rip the shirt from me, tossing it towards the door.
His hard eyes glare at me, and then he wordlessly rifles through my dresser, pulling out a pair of jean shorts and a ruffly evergreen shirt as well as a lacy green pair of lingerie.
I wordlessly slip the clothes over my skin, not having the energy to fight with him on this.
“Almost perfect.” He reaches over to the top of my dresser and grabs a black choker with a star pendant and settles it around my neck before fixing my hair and then stepping back to look at me.
His gaze erupts goose bumps all over my skin, making my cheeks flush.
“God, you’re fucking perfect.” His fingers drift over my cheek in a surprisingly gentle way that catches me off guard and makes my stomach do flips-flops.
“Things could be so much different if you just gave in.” Kole’s whispered words skitter down my spine, and for a second I almost think that he’s right.
“No, they can’t. You did something that you can never take back.” My voice is rough and full of sorrow as I pull away from him and step back.
“Perhaps…” He says, his eyes never leaving me while he backs towards the doorway and eases himself into the hall. “Why don’t you take a few hours and think on it?” His smile seems genuine as he shuts the door to my room with a soft click.
I rush towards the door, twisting the handle, but it's locked from the outside. “No!” My screech is inhuman while I ram my shoulder into the door trying to open it, but it doesn’t budge.
“Fuck you, Kole!” I shout with a kick to the wood that sends me to the floor gasping in pain.
My foot throbs with the impact and the stupidity of kicking the door without shoes.
I lean my head back against the door with a deep sigh, resigned to having to wait here for him to come back.