Page 239 of The Curse Trilogy

I scream again as the pain consumes me, and I feel a few of my ribs shattering. He glares at me disapprovingly before shooting another streak into me. Tears drip from my eyes to sizzle against the currents radiating over my skin. I taste my own blood gurgling in my mouth, my eyes begging to roll back, and my body giving up the fight to be still.

“Tonight that changes. Now as much as I fucking hate your hybrid filth, I want to taste the sun. So I’m going to take your blood, and then when I’m done with you, I’m going to share your secret with the rest of the fucking world so they can take their turn. You’ll be nothing more than a full blood’s ticket to sunshine and food. You’ll be treated with the fucking respect you actually deserve, and you’ll be locked up like the animal you are while feeling these glorious currents of energy zapping through you like a curling rush.”

I almost want to bring my savage forth, but I know I’ll fucking kill everyone here right now in this condition - Brazen included. I continue my screams even though they’re in vain, and then he kicks me in the face to draw out my blood even more. My skin has become almost as fragile as a human’s right now. If this keeps up, I’ll fall to pieces before he can finish his job. I’m actually praying for that.

“Don’t worry. This is going to be worse for me than it is for you,” he snarls in disgust as he lowers himself down to the energy that doesn’t faze him.

I squirm uselessly as he straddles me, and this his blood bringers slide free from their sheathes. His knee parts my shaking legs as he kneels in between them, and then I feel his erection pressing against my sex.

He’s not repulsed by me if that thing is hard. He’s going to enjoy this, that sadistic bastard.

I feel more tears sliding down my face as he slips my neck to the side to give him access. At least he wants this to be over with quickly. I’m praying for divine intervention of any kind. I’m praying Brazen has come back to find me missing which will provoke a search. I’m praying Hale wants to speak to me again, and he’s looking for me. I’m praying Angelica, Grayson, Clay, even Alex is looking to speak with me.

I sob loudly as his teeth near, and he winces at the very thought of what’s to come.

No one rushes in to save me though. His teeth breach my skin, injecting me with erotica, the burn I don’t want to feel. I know I can’t stop what’s to come, and I’m about to be blood raped in my own home.

He rips my pants off, and his cold fingers skim my sex before he frees his erection. He bites into my neck again, releasing more venom when I try to fight against the effects. His erection is freed from his pants, and I feel the tip of it about to go in.

Please, God. Please no.

Tears pour down my cheeks as time stops. All animation is sucked from the room as I try to force my mind to go anywhere but here. I can’t do this. I can’t let him do this to me, but I have no choice. I can’t be here in this moment though.

Then suddenly my prayers are answered as a faint knocking raps against the door. I scream out, but my walls are too padded for anyone to hear outside unless they’re hybrid. Then they might hear a faint disruption in the sound waves. Please be Hale. He’d fucking explode this son of a bitch. The knocking persists, and I scream again just before Leon slaps me across the face.

“Please don’t,” I plead as he hangs suspended over me, the painful need for a blood fuck consuming us both. “Clay’s making a serum.”

“A serum? That shit won’t be ready for ten fucking years. I want to feel the sun now, and you’re not taking it away from me.”

He leans back over, about to fulfill his desire for me, and suddenly the door bursts open as Nicholas barges in. He fires his gun without hesitance, and Leon falls to the floor with three bullets firmly implanted in his skull.

“Holy shit. I knew I fucking heard something,” Grayson murmurs as he steps over the door, and Nicholas rushes to my side to start examining the damage.

Grayson jerks all the electrically charged coils out of me with one swift tug, and I scream out my pain for the world to hear as the blood gushes from the wounds. Nicholas quickly blurs out and back in with a sheet to cover me, offering me a little more dignity. I cry as the pain grows all the worse, the burning of electricity still plaguing my veins even though the coils are gone.

“Blood. She needs a lot of fucking blood. Go now,” he barks to Grayson, and he quickly rushes out to do as he said.

“I’m so sorry, Araya. I never knew he was capable of something this horrific, I swear.”

I cry out as my broken bones shift, and he runs off to grab a cold, wet towel to rest over my forehead.

“Grayson will be here in a minute. Just hold on,” he coos, and he rests my head in his lap as he strokes my hair the way an affectionate father would.

I don’t fight him right now as the tears roll down my cheeks. He just saved me from something I don’t know if I could have recovered from.

“What the fuck?” Hale blares as he drops to the ground with two blood packs in his hand.

“He attacked her,” Nicholas chokes out while using his eyes to point to Leon’s dead body.

Hale’s jaw tenses as Grayson runs back in. He leans over to rest his hands on his knees while panting ferociously as Hale rips the first bag open to begin pouring it into my mouth.

“How the hell did you run that fucking fast?” Grayson wheezes out.

“How fast would you have been here for Angelica?” Hale retorts while elevating my head slightly so the blood can run down.

“Point taken,” Grayson murmurs with a breathless tone while staring at us, and then his eyes shift to Leon’s corpse. “I wish I had killed that son of a bitch the first time we met.”

I gargle against the rapid flow of the blood, and it runs into my lungs instead of my stomach as it finds the fucked up passages that have been brought about from my torture. I cough and almost choke, but slowly, things inside me begin shifting around to their proper place, easing some of the strangling.