CHAPTER 06

A week in which I have not seen his eyes again, seven days of apparent tranquility, have been one hundred and sixty"eight hours that the absence of the wolf has left me with a growing sense of suspense.

That's why whenever someone arrives, I fear it might be him. Relief washes over me every time he doesn't turn out to be that man. I've been in the room not knowing what to do, so I start to remember my quiet life in New York City, the moments with my father and Elena; and Grace's antics, which cause so much headache.

I think that remembering familiar moments makes me forget that I am here, and there always comes that point when the opposite effect happens. I am aware of how much I miss them, how much I miss them.

I need a hug from dad, a kiss on mom's cheek, also the mischievous smiles from my little sister. All of this tightens my chest, it's nostalgia, it's melancholy, it's a feeling that dominates every part of me.

Veronika enters, the maid, she is also taciturn, at least with me she is, because she is forbidden to be friendly with me and talkative. I sigh on the floor, sitting in an Indian position, I try to pay attention to the movie, but I don't like it. I have the remote control in my hands, I turn it over and over, bored of the same thing.

"The man has arrived," she says suddenly. I stop playing with the device and look at her, feeling my heart racing. Let him stay between us, he will come any moment.

"I won't say anything, I promise."

"Well, I also heard that he plans to have fun with you, please, Luna, don't resist or it's going to be worse," he says in a low voice, his words undoing me.

Knowing in advance what will happen to me only sucks the wind out of me and instills fear in my system. The tears build up suddenly, I don't want to break, I hold the salty liquid in my eyes, I push it away. Showing myself more fragile and vulnerable won't stop me from getting hurt.

I don't respond to Veronika. I lose my sight on the huge screen, but my attention continues to race furiously over her warning words.

"Excuse me," he speaks again, leaving immediately.

I hug my legs, burying my head between the space of my knees. The lump in my throat squeezes me, every time the desire to cry imprisons me, I can't take it anymore. I can't resist it anymore.

Next, the aforementioned person presents himself, destroying the illusion of being safe, even in his territory. I have no way out, it is my sad reality. He is a giant, I am an ant trampled with just that look of his. He brings something in his hand, just looking at it as an instrument of torture makes my pulse skyrocket, my heart beats inside me.

"No no no! "I refuse to believe that he will use that whip on my body, and in a ridiculous attempt to protect myself I retreat as far as I can from his criminal presence.

His smile appears, it is a diabolical gesture that contemplates with satisfaction my infinite terror. He likes to outrage, the torture that surrounds me like an incurable rash. I start to wheeze, my lungs can't handle the flow of oxygen that has vanished due to their evil.

"You retreat, but I advance and finally corner you. You have no escape, Lunita," she mocks, whipping the air that injects me with desperation. Her dilated pupils shake me, I collide with the wall and I know I'm lost. Turn around.

His demand comes when he is only centimeters away. The poison from his lips is breathed nearby and I become intoxicated. He's standing in my space and his hands are on the wall behind me. Escape is impossible and salvation unattainable.

The wolf's mouth roughly crosses the curve of my neck, accompanying the journey with its tongue. It's disgusting, it's reprehensible, and that it awakens not only fear, but also a tremor in my lower part, I hate myself for it.

The excitement oscillates the limits that I didn't think I had, the intensity of his touching pierces me. He ends up uncovering my right shoulder, then directs his lips to the area and sinks his teeth into my skin. I let out a moan, that hurt a lot. I even feel that the blood that is already sucking in question is gushing out. Is he a vampire?

No, but a madman.

"Obey and walk to the bed, I've changed my mind, first I'll play a little," he says, squeezing my chin so that I can only see him.

"Don't kill me, I'm begging you," I implore, I'm about to kneel, I don't want to die.

"To bed, damn it!" he repeats, giving me a push that makes me fall face"first onto the quilt, my body bouncing.

Still face down, I hear the sound of a zipper being lowered. Thick swallow, he will rape me. I can't believe I'll end up losing my virginity to this monster. It's not that she was waiting for marriage or anything like that, but she was waiting for the right person.

"You're going to have fun," he boasts and turns me to him. He is completely naked from the waist down, his manhood greeting my heartbeat. The situation increases the heart rate, frightening. What are you waiting for? Get naked.

Under his attention and relentless fear, I take everything off, he ends up taking off his shirt, revealing a perfect torso and muscular arms. A fight against him would be stupid, he is stronger. Unlike what I imagined, there is no trace of ink on his body. He's not the type of gangster to be covered in tattoos.

I refuse to obey, and he steals my innocence, he is a curse. He possesses me brutally; The burning is terrible as well as the pain that intensifies.

I explode, I can't help it.

It's all over, in the end it's just the beginning. She is on top of me, devouring my breasts, squeezing them without gentleness. I complain, digging my nails into her back, but it doesn't take long for her to growl at what I've done. She stops me, immobilizes my hands, after that she goes to get some shackles that she adjusts on my ankles, then she takes some handcuffs and traps my wrists. The metal on both parts of my body hurts me, the prison makes me soulless.

Helpless, everything is chilling, literally tied up, I'm scared to death. His next action is a mystery. But between the suspense and uncertainty I can still elucidate vile objectives. In those grayish greens dancing in sadism, I become paralyzed.

Aleksander has not only returned with those metal objects, he also returned with a small knife that descends into my chest that rises and falls uncontrollably. His eyes widen at me. He is crazy, is he going to kill me?

"Know? When my mother left, I cried for her absence day and night. She asked me... "she pauses. At no time does she leave aside the walk of the knife on my skin, she makes circles, deadly strokes and, I pray to heaven that the edge does not leave bruises ". What did I do wrong? Did she leave because of me? Did she perhaps not love me? And guess what.

"I'm so sorry, it must be difficult for a child," I whisper softly, despite everything I have the courage to speak to him. But what does that have to do with me?

"A lot, Luna," he states with hatred, I see it in his orbs and I feel it in his voice full of hatred. That's why you're here, I need to avenge my abandonment of him. Even if you are the wrong girl, it will still be a tragedy for my unfortunate mother and your idiot father.

I can't believe it, I refuse to think such a thing. She is lying, she is deceitful, why should I believe her? Everything is so abstruse.

"It's not true, what you say is not true," I say sadly, it's a bitter pill to swallow, the mere idea of ​​knowing that Elena is her mother disorients me.

I know Mom, however, did I know about her before she came into our lives? No, she hasn't told a dark past, so it's hard for me to get used to the idea and the question arises, have I lived all these years calling a complete stranger my mom?

"Elena Konstantinov is my mother, in fact she is still married to my father. Her marriage was never dissolved, for that reason she was never able to marry your father. Do you believe me now, Luna?

I scream furiously, pulling on the handcuffs, I can't get free, he still doesn't stop, until he puts the knife on my neck threateningly. I calm down, a single movement will make the blade pierce my jugular.

"Stop it, stop screaming or you die right now.

"Kill me once and for all, you will do it in the end! "I spit while crying.

But he does not comply with my desperate request, perhaps because it is not in his plan to take my life today. I get caught up in his gaze as he hesitates to deliberate about the next action.