Becoming the Luna

Chapter 57

((/More upsetting themes *sobs* I don't know why it's so much()/))

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I start to weakly struggle, the only reason I haven't lost my mind yet is because I trusted that soon enough Virgil will come find me.

"N-No d-do-don't" I stutter weakly, barely able to raise my head up even with my intense struggling.

"Do you think I'll wait here for that bastard to come and ruin this?" He asks me, gripping my jaw in a cruel hold that I'm sure the skin reddens.

I can't even shake my head or nod, it's all I can do to keep my head upright when he let's go of my jaw, I curse my small size as he effortlessly sweeps me off my feet and hurries out.

One of my suspenders fall off a shoulder at this action, he has my arms tucked in with the way he's carrying me but the suspenders are clipped to the top of my high waisted pants and for the first time ever since I've had them on, I'm grateful for them because my hand can reach it.

It takes a long time of inching and fiddling with the silver buckle but I eventually get it off and it falls to the ground with a dull thud which Tyrone who's too busy making his escape doesn't hear.

The hallways are empty again and I'm not even surprised anymore, Virgil and Shana weren't exaggerating about how dangerous Elise could be.

I hope feverishly that my thrown cravat and single suspender belt will be enough to let Virgil know that something is terribly wrong.

Tyrone eventually stops his journey in front of a closed door, this part of the school is dim and unfamiliar, and terror envelopes me.

"I owe Elise big time for this." Tyrone says with barely constrained excitement, opening the door to go in and lock us in.

The room is dark and I'm almost hoping it'll stay this way because I can't bear having to see what is going to happen next, visuals will surely drive me mad.

He flips on the light switch and a soft glow illuminates the room, I slowly turn my head to the side with much effort and tears spring up again at the sight I see.

"It's perfect for a princess like you, isn't it?"  Tyrone asks and it better be rhetorical because I'd rather bite off my tongue than acknowledge him or speak to him.

The room is unbelievable, there's a bed to one side, colorful cushions over a furry carpet to another side, a wet bar and a snack machine. It looked like the perfect hangout spot and everything was done in shades of blue and white, and one word streaks through my mind...

Elise

Tyrone gently places me into the bed, a stark difference with what I've associated him with and hovers over me, just staring and I lean my head to the side in disgust, unwilling to look at him.

He just chuckles heartily and gets started on the zips at the sides of my knee-high boots.

"You think you're too good for me, Princess?" He says with obvious spite in his slimy voice, I still keep my head turned to the side in defiance.

"Look at me." He orders coldly, a streak of fragility in his cruel voice.

I feel a satisfaction of sorts at being able to get back at him, a small victory at this but I still don't turn my head.

"Princess, P-Please look at me." He begs wretchedly and my satisfaction levels at his misery dials up.

He loses his hold on his temper and grabs my jaw again so tight that I'm scared he'll dislocate it, maybe I shouldn't have pushed him so hard but I'm still riding on the waves of my tiny victory.

He crawls on the bed with his knees placed on both my sides. "If you won't look at me then I'll make you." He half growls, forcing my head up at him.

While staring at him, I slowly and deliberately close my eyes and let them remain closed.

Tyrone lets out a sound of rage at this, slapping me hard, once, twice, I still don't open my eyes, grinding my teeth to the pain so that I wouldn't let a sound out.

"I'll ruin you." Tyrone whispers harshly into my ear. "So bad that your knights in shining armor won't want you anymore because nobody wants a used princess."

My breath hitches on a sob but I don't cry out, I don't let it out, I wasn't showing any weakness to the cruel soul above me.

Why couldn't he just let me go?

I haven't done anything to deserve this

He crashes his mouth into mine at the end of his words and my eyes fly open as a feeling of suffocation overwhelms me, I try to struggle but then it truly dawns on me that I'm trapped in my own body because even though I'm panicking internally, I look lifeless on the bed.

It's all I can do to force myself to calm down and breathe through my nose before I pass out from a lack of oxygen while Tyrone takes his time slobbering and biting into my mouth so hard that I feel our teeth knock painfully together and I feel myself bleed.

He finally pulls away and I fling my head to the side panting with the need to get more air in my oxygen deprived body.

He moves the wet kisses to my neck and I bite my already raw and bitten lips so hard that I draw more blood, cursing how sensitive my neck could be even though I hated the person.

He pauses and leans up to stare at me, his hooded murky eyes fixed on my chest.

A wave of nausea crashes through me and I wonder if I'm going to ever get clean again.

He reaches forward and takes off my other suspender belt, using the soft leather to crudely bind my wrists above my head, like I wasn't already helpless enough.

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