Beguile

17 To prove like a whore

The realization hit me hard. I had done as he told.

Kurt's smirk deepened, his hand cupping my chin as he leaned my face up to his, as he murmured. "Just like a whore."

The next morning, I woke to a loud commotion outside my room. The sounds of a struggle reached my ears, punctuated by shouts and the heavy thud of flesh hitting the floor.

I quickly moved to the door, pressing my ear against the wood in an attempt to hear more clearly. The noises were muffled, fragments of a chaotic scene unfolding just beyond my reach.

I tried the knob, but as usual, it was locked. Frustration and fear gnawed at me. Suddenly, the door burst open with a crash, splintering wood flying everywhere. A bloodied body was thrown into my room, landing heavily on the floor. His fingers on his left hand were cut, and although he was still breathing, he appeared to be unconscious.

Before I could react, Lucas appeared at the doorway. His eyes met mine, and he flashed a boyish grin, seemingly unfazed by the violence. "Sorry for the commotion."

From behind him, I heard Kurt's voice, "Damn pests!" he called out, his tone dripping with annoyance. He yanked a knife from someone's chest, the body slumping lifelessly to the floor and blood pooled around the fallen intruder.

Suddenly, Lucas was pushed out of the doorway. A hand appeared on the door frame, followed by a man with a wide, eerie smile. The knife in his hand glinted menacingly in the sunlight.

"What do we have here?" he sneered, his voice filled with malicious glee. He continued laughing as he added, "A girl being locked up by two guys. Not surprising at all."

He stepped closer, the knife gleaming ominously. "You should learn your lesson by now," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Guys and girls can never be friends."

He paused.

Then laugh to himself and slapping his knee as if he'd just told the funniest joke. Then he said. "That is if theres a next time. Any more lesson you'll learn might stay just right here."

The man lunged at me, his knife flashing through the air. I scrambled backward, fear propelling me as I tried to put distance between us. The bloodied body on the floor tripped me up, and I fell, landing hard on my back.Pain shot through me, but I had no time to dwell on it as he closed in, his grin widening.

"Look at you," he mocked, his voice dripping with condescension. "So helpless. I'll have a taste of you too, just like they did." His knife slashed toward me, and I barely rolled out of the way in time. The blade grazed my arm, a burning pain searing through my skin.

He laughed, a high, cruel sound. "Not so tough now, are you?" he taunted, swinging the knife again. This time, it cut across my thigh, the pain making me gasp.

I tried to kick at him, but he grabbed my ankle, pulling me closer. "Come on, scream for me" he sneered. "It's more fun when you scream." He raised the knife high, aiming for my chest.

Desperation gave me strength, and I managed to twist my leg free, kicking him in the face. He stumbled back, momentarily stunned, but recovered quickly, his eyes filled with rage. "You'll pay for that," he spat, lunging at me again.

As he pinned me down, his weight crushing me, he whispered in my ear, "I'll enjoy making you suffer." His knife hovered above my throat, and I could see the madness in his eyes. "Beg," he demanded, his voice a sinister hiss. "Beg, and maybe I'll let you feel pleasure first."

Suddenly, the weight lifted off me as Lucas slammed into him, knocking him to the side. The man grunted in surprise, the knife slipping from his grasp and clattering to the floor. Lucas didn't waste a moment. He grabbed the man's hair and smashed his face into the ground with a forceful, sickening thud.