Chapter 6 6

How could she not think of that option when she put herself into this situation? She should have known nothing good would come out of a confrontation with Byron and Xander. Their brand of unhinged doesn't care about moral lines or societal standards

His hands dragged the zipper and her half of her front is exposed, she closed her eyes due to her embarrassing surgical scar, she doesn't know why, but he just staring at it, she gulped as her eyes opened and met his cold grey ones, drilling holes into her soul as he paused, his hand still on the zipper

He's not even reaching for the phone. No. He watches her with that poker face the more his fingers lazily trace along the curve of her breasts, stopping at her scar

This is pure assault and torture, but if she's reacting to it strangely then what does that make her?

"Are you scared, wild one?" He suddenly asked and she titls her head, Xander's grip on her hand tightens and she let out a loud scoff even though her insides are burning with fear

She wiggled against Xander's hold, hating how her breasts bounce with the move. "I don't care who you are, Byron, and you too, arsehole." she throw over her shoulder at Xander who's... playing on his phone? Seriously? She jut her chin at Byron. "If you do anything to me, I'll report you for sèxual harassment and ruin your entire future."

"That's not the answer I needed" he said as he dragged his hands at her shallow boobs, she bucked backwards but Xander grips held her still

"What are you doing?" She breathed out and he paused with a smirk

"Is that a reaction, wild one?" He asked and she rolled her eyes, and what's with him calling her wild one?

"Reaction my bûtt, this is pure day light harassment, and it's not funny anyone" she breaths heavily as his hands continues to trail her sensitive skin

"Who ever said we are shooting a comedy skit" he mocked and Xander laughed

She glared daggers at him as she contemplated jabbing his groin, her knees are close enough to burst his nuts and if possible, kîll him on the spot

"Don't you even dare, I will break your knees" he said coldly and her lips parted at the way he read her thoughts

Xander chuckles behind her

He smriks as he shoved his hand into her bra and pulled out her phone, his cold strong hand coming in contact with her skin harshly as she gasped

"Warm....." He trails and she glared at him

"You are a sick pig" she shot and his eyes darkened, the shade of grey turning black in an instant

Before she can ponder on what she just said, he yanks her from his friend's hold. She cry out as she collide against his hard chest. He tossed her phone and throws it behind her. To Xander of course. Then he grabs both her wrists behind her back, locking them in one bruising hand.

"I'm out of here," Xander says in an absent-minded tone. "Don't take long" Xander's casual footsteps disappears and she gulped

She never thought she would want Xander to stay, but she's ready to beg him to. He might be cruel, but he doesn't have an empty gaze like the one Byron is watching her with

"So, you took my phone" she trails

"So?" He retorted

"So let me go." she stare at his shirt, not wanting to meet his gaze

"That would be a no" He hissed, his fingers are back to her bra again, but instead of tracing like earlier, his thumb and forefinger latch onto her pebbled nîpple through the cloth and he pinches

A sound claws its way up her throat, but she clamp her lips shut around it. A strange heat invades her body and she hate it.

She hates the tormenting sensation

She hates him

She try to struggle, but that only pushes her half-naked boobs forward, making them bóunce in his hand

"Are you trying to put on a show for me?" He smriks

"Screw you" she cussed out

"Try again" he retorted

He pinches hard again, and pressure builds behind her eyes as she tries not to make a sound

"What do you want from me?, goddamit!" She snapped

He pinches again, and she bite her lower lip so hard that she taste blood. She's all flushed, sweaty, and sticky. It kills her that she's allowing him to have this effect on her

"So now you want to know what I want?" He tsks, lazily brushing his thumb on her hard nîpple.

"Just tell me" she breaths out

"What makes you think I want to tell you now? Maybe I changed my mind. Maybe I like you this way." he taunts

This is sooooo sick

Her chest heaves up and down in an erratic rhythm. He's not even looking at her. All his attention is on her boobs and... the scar. He doesn't break eye contact from it like he's a child who's found a new favourite toy.

He watches intently with that slight furrow in his thick brows. His suffocating interest makes her feel even more exposed than when he ripped her shirt open

"I'll do it, just tell me what you want and I will do it" she said and he paused for a moment

"Apologize" he says with a casualty that negates his blackening eyes and the torturous swipe of his thumb on her nîpple

"Apologize for what?"

"For calling me a pig" he pointed out casually

Hot fury whooshes through her veins like a fast-spreading fire.

Enough.

She's not taking his entitled shit anymore

"You're the one who's supposed to apologise to me! You threatened my life yesterday for no reason and you're now holding me against my will." she shot angrily

"Hmm, for no reason." He repeats with a casualty that kills her. "Is that what you think?"

Nope, she's not doing this shit, she won't try to understand bullies, not now, not ever

She wiggle against him, stomping her feet and groaning with pent up frustration.

"You might want to stop doing that, wild one"

"Screw. You," she grunt, willing all her strength to get her out of his hold.

"Keep struggling, and you'll have to take care of this." He pushes her against his hips. Something pokes against the softness of her belly

Her eyes widened and just like that, she goes still.......like completely still

He's...... hard?

His usual bored expression is gone. The star, perfect player is gone, too. Instead, there's this dark spark of sadism.

He gets off on her struggle. No. Scratch that. He gets off on seeing her helpless.

The arsehole is turned on by her weakness?

Is he a full blown physco?

"You're sick," The words leave her mouth in a haunted whisper

"Could be" he lifts a shoulder

"Go fúck yourself and stay away from me" she gritted out with a snarle

His fingers sneak into her bra and circle a nîpple. She thought it was torturous over the cloth, but having his skin against her's is complete hell. She can feel the pulse of his nerves - or her's - and it's making her hyper-aware of everything

She screw her lids shut, not wanting to feel whatever sensation that's crawling up her spine.

His touch is bruising, uncomfortable even, but there's a flash of something going through her that she can't identify.

No one has ever touched her this way before, and she hate that Byron Steel is the first to invade her body

"Threatening me only makes me hard and push further, do you like that?" He asked in a nonchalant and amused tone

"Of course not, Are you crazy?" She snapped

"Then why aren't you giving me what I want? Because the more you resist, the harder I'll get."

"Go fúck yourself Byron" she stare at him straight in the eye "I won't let you break me"

It's false bravado.

She's scared of this monster. After what he did today, she honestly don't know how far he'd go

However, after her mother's death, she vowed to never apologise for something she haven't done.

Byron fùcking Steel won't make her go back to that helpless child she was

"Don't put ideas in my head." He runs the pad of his thumb over her nîpple. "It's already crowded with so many fantasies about you."

So many fantasies about her?

Byron has freaking fantasies about her?

"Are you going to apologize, wild one?" He taunts in a mocking smirk to put her in her place

"I'm not going to apologize because I did nothing wrong and you don't scare me" she trails, okay, maybe she shouldn't have added the last sentence

"I call bullshit on that, you are definitely scared of me, everyone is, why won't you?" he snarled

"Nothing" she lifts her chin

"You're a terrible liar, but I'll play the game. If you won't tell me, I'll find out myself."

His fingers leaves her nîpple and before she could breathe properly, his hand tails to the side of her gown lifting it up, she suck in crackling breath, his touch is the complete opposite of the devil look in his impenetrable eyes

"Are you a virgin, wild one?" The question caught her unwares as she stared at him with wide eyes, this must be madness, how dare he?, What the fúck is he jabbing about?

"No...." She cooed and his eyes darned

"No?" He sounded almost disapprovingly "Who did you give it to?, Some loser or teachers in highschool?"

"It's none of your goddamn business" she eyed him with glares

"Did you like it when he plunged inside you?" he continues as if he didn't hear what she just said. "Or did it hurt? I bet you were too tight, huh? Did he tear you in one go or did he take it slow? I bet the sorry fúck worshipped you like some Goddess, didn't he?, I bet he didn't know you have an icy heart when he was giving you foreplay and taking it easy on you. Did he get you off or did you have to fake it? Or maybe -"

"SHUT UP!" Her face burns at the crudeness of his explicit words

What type of person has so many questions on how someone lost their virginity?, That's so sick

Worse. Why did his expression darken with every question as if he's...pissed off?

Aiden's hand plunges inside her gown and he slaps her thighs apart.

She cry out, her heart shrivels into a black hole. "B-Byron, what are you doing?"

"Apologize" his face remains unbothered

She couldn't comprehend a single word he just said and he chuckled

"You also said you were going to report me for sèxual harassment" he voiced out

"W-what......?" She trails off

"Today is your lucky day I'm about to make your report come true" he snickers

"You can't possibly be serious" she retorted as her voice cracks

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He smriks

"Byron, stop it!" She struggle against him, her heartbeat increases with every second that she can't budge away, hating the way his name almost came out as a freaking moan

"That's not an apology" he hums, his fingers teasing the hem of her boy shorts

Her throat closes the more his fingers invade the inner part of her thighs. The more she try to close her legs, the harder he slaps her thighs apart. Her walls crumble and she can feel herself losing and crashing to pieces by him.

"I'm sorry!" She blurted but he shakes his head

"Too late, you had your chance and you blew it, it's my turn now" he snickers as his hands trails into her

"I just want to have a peaceful four year, just stop bothering me" she half yelled

"What makes you think I want you to have any peace, wild one?" He grips my core harshly. "You were born to suffer." he growled

She cry out at the intrusive gesture. A zap bolts straight from where he's gripping her to her entire body

"I already apologized" she bolted out with shaky breaths

"You don't mean it, you seriously think that I'm going to fall for that?....... wild one?" He whispered as his hands trails over her clît through her shorts, she bites her lips as she looks at the ground

"How else do you want me to prove it to you that I mean it?" She asked even though her anger is slowly building

"Cry, and maybe I will let you go" he pushed further as his hand continued his assault

"I won't cry" she blurted out and he pushed the tip of his index finger up through the shorts making her sqwrim.

"It's either you cry or we can stand here all day and see how far I can take your sèxual report" he said and she tries to keep a straight face

"Tears don't just come on demand!" She snapped, she's way to angry right now, if crying would make him let her go then so be it

"Let me help" Still gripping her core, he uses her bound hands to push her back until her breasts thrust in his face. He glares at the scar as if it's a person he loathes

"This should have kîlled you" His warm breath tickles against her skin and goosebumps erupt in its wake. "You should've died, wild one"

He's right. That heart surgery almost killed her. But that's not the reason behind her unshed tears. It's the memories surrounding the surgery - or the lack thereof. The reason she hate the scar so much isn't because of the surgery or the non-aesthetic appearance. It's because the scar is a reminder that everything before it is blank.

All she have left are nightmares and phobias and a distant reminder that she once had a Mother

The scar represent that missing part of her

Before she can try to seal those emotions into their dark box, Byron bites on the flesh of her breast. She cry out as his teeth sink into the skin and then he sucks and bites along the scar with such animosity that leaves her breathless. And terrified. It's like he wants to bite the skin off. Unleash those memories. The nightmares.The smoke and the flames. And the blood... so much fùcking blóod.

Tears steamed down her eyes as she cried out loudly and he chuckled against her skin in satisfaction

He frees her core and angled her chin upwards

"I will make you pay for what she did, you will pay Amelia" he snarled and with that he let's go of her, a sudden wave of emptiness filled her as he stepped back and walked away

Tears wailed up her eyes as she covers herself, her heart racing heavily and his bite stinging her skin, she watched his retreating figure, trying to figure out what he meant by "she'll pay "

Inhaling deeply as she spun around and run

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Amelia stormed into the dorm, tears rolling out of her eyes as she brushed past everyone, her core clenched at the recent invasion, she ignores Maya calls, Mia simply paved way as Amelia walked past her as well

She opened the metal door and bumped into Kimberly, her heart suddenly burned as Kimberly stared back at her

"Amelia, where have you been?, I've been looking for you" Kimberly said as she tried touching Amelia but Amelia backed away from her touch

"Why is Xander hurting you?" She asked and Kimberly bites her lips

"It's..... it's personal" she said and Amelia eyes almost widened in shock, she immediately realized that she's been poking into something that doesn't concerns her

"I will be in my room" Amelia mumbles as she brushed past Kimberly and slammed her door shut

"Is that Amelia?" Roxy stepped out in a boy shorts and singlet, her messy purple hair looking scattered as she yawned

"I don't know" Kimberly mutters as she head out of the center space and Roxy furrowed her eyebrows

"Rude..." Roxy scoffed as she knocks on Amelia's door but got no response, she wanted to open it but decided to go and come back later as she strolled out of the room completely.

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Amelia's face buried in her pillow as tears rolls down

Why does Byron acts like he knows her more than she knows herself?

"You should have died"

Those words still haunts her, nobody knows about how she almost died, even she doesn't know what happened to her but somehow Byron knows

The previous memories of his touch clawing her throat as she breaks down completely

She can still feel his hands all over her and she hates that feeling, she hates how much he has so much effects on her, she hates him......so much

She only wanted a peaceful four year in college and nothing more but Byron stumbled into the picture and painted her beautiful dream black

He's her nemesis, her enemy, her nightmare and she shouldn't have crossed paths with him

She has missed two classes in two days

This is definitely not how she pictured her first year in college