5
Lust
Natasha
I looked over my shoulder again as I had this feeling that someone was watching me. I was about to look away when I saw the shadow of an human figure in the distance.
Who was that?
I hurriedly stood up and watched as the figure walked closer. The person's movement seemed irregular and unbalanced. As the person got closer, I the reflection of the crescent moon cast on his face and I could see his face faintly.
It was one of the men who always watched the pack's prisoners. He looked drunk and that made me to wonder how much alcohol he drank exactly as Werewolves had high tolerance for alcohol.
He staggered towards me and I sighed, annoyed that he was disrupting the quiet moment I was having.
"You." He staggered towards me and almost tripped over a rock, but he regained balance.
"You're that crazy daughter of Beta Kyle," he slurred and stopped moving some few metres before me.
"You're drunk, go back right now," I said in a demanding tone, hoping that he would just go back to wherever he was coming from.
"Not yet darling," he retorted and a cheesy smile formed on his lips.
I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest.
"I've had my eyes on you for some time now and I really like you," he continued, pointing at me and I scoffed.
"Well, I don't, so leave already," I answered him immediately and the smile on his face grew even wider.
"I'm the only one that likes you around here so I think you should be happy darling," he replied and hearing him call me "darling" angered me.
"Stop calling me that. You need to leave now!" I yelled at him, pointing in the direction of the house.
"You're cute when you're annoyed." He chuckled and he stretched out his hand to touch my face.
I immediately grabbed his hand and threw it away.
"Don't you dare touch me!" I yelled at him and he maintained that same smile on his face.
"You're driving me crazy. I can't help it," he slurred and he moved closer to me.
"Get out of here!" I immediately raised my hand and hit him on the chest. He paused and moved backward for a while before walking close to me again.
I tried to hit him again, but he swiftly grabbed my hand and held it tight.
"Leave....Me.....Alone!" I yelled, hitting him on the chest three times with my other hand, but he held on to my right wrist tightly.
"You should be happy that I want to have anything to do with you!" The smile that was once on his face turned into a fierce look and an eyes burning darkly with obsession.
"You bastard!" I yelled and spat in his face. He smiled and used his free hand to wipe his face.
"You're really driving me crazy," he grinned and he looked at me from head to toe lustfully. What a disgusting being!
"We can make each other happy and I can protect you from everyone if you give me what I want." He licked his lips and looked at me lustfully again. I could literally feel his eyes crawling up and down my body.
"Not ever!" I struggled to break free from his grip around my wrist, but his grip was very tight and my wrist was beginning to hurt.
"Let me go!" I yelled and tried to hit him on the chest with my other hand again, but he grabbed that hand by the wrist too.
"Sorry darling, but I don't take no for an answer," he shook his head with lustful eyes and I began to get scared about what he wanted to do.
"You bastard. Leave me alone?" I yelled at him on top of my voice. He looked around and faced me again before suddenly letting go of my wrists. Of course, he won't dare do such!
I need to go back home quickly. I immediately turned around so I could run away, but I suddenly felt him grab me by the waist and pull me towards him.
I was pressed against his chest and he covered my mouth with his palm. I tried to shout so he could leave me alone, but my voice barely escaped as a whimper.
"You're going no where darling," he said with his breath lingering on my neck.
He suddenly turned me around and he pushed me to the floor. Before I could stand up, he bent down, covering my mouth again and pinning me to the ground. I thrashed my legs on the floor, trying to kick him off me, but he didn't move a bit. Mainly because my kicks probably had no force as I was so weak.
"Mmmphh. Mmmmph." I tried to shout, but his my words were muffled and made almost no sound.
He let go of my mouth and I immediately took the chance to talk.
"Let me go you bastard!" I shouted at him. He suddenly looked angry and before I knew it, he threw a punch in my face.
"You ingrate! I'm the only one who loves you!" He yelled and slapped me across the face again.
"I grunted as he pinned me tighter to the ground and he used one of his legs to replace one of his hand.
I watched as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and I began to shout.
"Help me!" I shouted on top of my voice, but my voice barely managed to go past where we were. I was feeling weak and tired and I couldn't even scream.
"My father will deal with you!" I said, hoping that he would get scared, but instead, he laughed hysterically.
"Come on. Everyone knows your family hates you and nobody will believe you." He laughed again and I began to struggle again, as I saw that he was determined to do this.
"We're both going to enjoy this so stop being stubborn!" He slapped me across the face again and I cried in pain. I continued struggling to get free from him, but I felt too weak against the strength he was using on me.