Chapter Two: Lyla

The whole day my stomach was in a knot in anticipation for what was to come when I got home from school. I knew that whatever Damian had in store for me was going to be horrible. If my suspicions were correct, his bdsm fetish was going to end terribly for me.

I didn't even have time to put my backpack down when I got home. Before I knew it, I was slammed against the wall.

"Did you hear the good news? Brad's gonna let me have my way with you." Damian whispered in my ear.

He dropped me to the floor then grabbed me by my hair and dragged me upstairs into his room. Tossing me on the bed, he closed the door and locked it. I noticed restraints on every corner of his bed.

"This is going to be fun," he said as he strode over to me.

I was paralyzed with fear. I didn't know what to do. Roughy, Damian grabbed my arm and began strapping me onto the bed. Before I knew it, I was incapacitated, stretched like an X.

"Now, let's make you a little more comfortable, shall we," Damian joked.

I could only stare in horror and he ripped my clothes clean off. Now I was laying there, bare for all to see.

"Damian, please don't do this," I pleaded. But it was no use, his eyes had turned a lusty gray. His wolf was starting to take control.

"Oh, I think I will. And I'll destroy your pretty pink pussy too."

He began climbing over me until his face was inches from mine.

"I bet you taste delicious," he said.

Just like that his lips were on mine. I tried to push him off, but it was no use. He was way stronger than me. All I could do was lay there and take it. His lips moved down to my neck while he grabbed one of my breasts and massaged it roughly. Soon his lips were down to my nipples, sucking, biting, showing no mercy.

"Oww, that hurts Damian. Please stop," I begged.

Ignoring me he began unbuckling his pants. Oh God, please no, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

The bastard's dick was tiny and rock hard. He crawled over to me and pushed all the way in on the first try. I screamed in pain. I felt like I was on fire. Like everywhere he touched me was burning. It was as if my body knew what was happening to me was disgusting, unnatural, and it decided to make me pay for it.

I tried to detach from my body while Damian fucked me like his on personal prostitute. Which, at this point, I guess I was. He began choking me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't see. Right before I fell unconscious he stopped, pulled out and came on his hand, grinning. I just layed there silently sobbing, bleeding and sore.

"You've served your purpose, you little bitch," was all Damian said while he unstrapped me from the bed.

After putting his pants on, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He began making his way downstairs and out of the pack house. I didn't know where I was going, but at this point I didn't care. Nothing could be worse than what just happened to me.

Damian began to run, sprinting into the forest outside the pack house. On the verge of passing out, he dropped me in a small clearing.

"I hope you're eaten alive my rogues, you little bitch."

That was the last thing I heard before my mind fell into darkness