She'd been imprisoned in every way. She couldn't even think to take a step out of place. She had disappeared into the furthest shadow of her mind to escape and conceded to the man who had ruined her.
Submission had been forced onto her until she...
The scream pours from my lips. I will it to take all my anguish with it. I had not known the anger that had been boiling up inside me. I'd been sitting in it all this while never noticing how it grew until I'd gotten stuck in it. Now it needed somewhere to go before it boiled me alive.
I quickly realize I can never be satisfied with a scream. A scream is hardly anything more than a breath and I've come to learn how meaningless my breath is in the face of wrath. Still, I clutch myself tighter. My nails break skin as I try desperately to push this all-consuming rage from inside me.
What I truly crave is something to break yet, another need I can never satisfy. The only thing I have is myself, if I can even say I have that, I too am too far passed broken to count. The crescent moon shapes that open under my hands are nothing compared to the scars that already mar my being.
There is nothing to satisfy this maddening rage.
When I heard the news it hit me in a way no blow ever could. I am going to bare my mate's child and there's nothing I can do. I hadn't realized there was anything left for him to take from me.
I'm twenty-four weeks along. I am entering my third trimester. There's no way I can get rid of it this far along. I am going to mother some kind of demon in two to three months. I will be forced to raise something that's half him. The very notion makes me wish he had just killed me.
Still, I expected this kind of evil from him but, Breuer? Breuer!? This whole time? As soon as I heard those words I knew.
He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew. He knew.
This entire time! He stole my autonomy. He could have told me when I still had a choice.
When I realized I bolted from the infirmary. He tried to chase after me but, the fire of my rage propelled me forward. Now I don't even know where I ran to. Somehow, I ran all the way to some underground storage room.
I pace the makeshift aisles choking on screams and shredding vocal cords. My hands rub up and down my arms trying in vain to soothe as they drag my nails with them.
I hate how much I trusted him. I hate how much of a fool I was. Mostly, I hate myself for not hating him. I need so badly for a person to let out all my loathing onto and my heart won't let it be him.
I hear the great door creak open behind me and I know he's tracked me down. I can feel him standing behind me wordless. I wish he'd comfort me and I wish he'd go away forever.
"Why did you do this to me?", My words come hoarse through my strained throat. He's quiet still and the silence begs to be filled.
"I thought that you could care for me", I say, "I thought maybe even love me as selfish as that is. Why did you betray me like this?". His breath sounds ragged. Heavy steps draw close and arms wrap around me.
A face buries in the crook of my neck and the weight of him pushes all the hurt down. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It's truly a miracle how comforting his touch can be. The relief floods my body like a drug. As angry as I still am I lean back into his touch.
My heart steadies until I feel it, sparks. My eyes snap open and whirl around to face him. Grimm stands there, a broken man. All he is is slumped shoulders and downcast eyes. He's hardly the monster or even the Alpha. Looking at him I don't know whether to fear or pity him; I settle for anger.
"How could you?", I'd scream it if I had any screaming left in me.
"Any other Alpha would have happily presented me as his Luna and instead you demanded subservience", I tell him.
"I know", he whispers.
"Then you make me your toy?", I balk, "I was supposed to be precious, you could never have another me and you chose to destroy everything I was. You ruined all the parts of me that you were meant to love".
"I know".
"There is nothing in me anymore", I say, "I have nothing and I am nothing".
He stands there.
I stand there.
Two soulless people in a room full of ghosts. What am I going to do?
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