I want to thank all of the people that have left reviews on this story. I really do enjoy writing this story and I am glad that you have enjoyed reading this. I however, don't enjoy writing chapters like this because I hate this trope of these scenarios being romanticised in order to move stories ahead. These experiences are not romantic and are not something that I would want people to think are. I want to be clear that I am writing this chapter because I wanted to really define the villain (though I do not think that the man in real life did something like this but he was a butthole) and I wanted to add some drama. So here. we. go.

I looked up and saw the same light blue eyes pierced into mine at Oscar's party.

"My my Ms. Linphea. Aren't we in a compromising position?" he smirked and tapped his foot.

"What do you mean?" I spat back. I was not in the mood for his comments.

"Your shirt is untucked, corset undone, and you are bent over." Kipling smirked.

"I was having a hard time breathing."

"I'm sure you were."

He turned cocked his head to the side and I could see the wheels in his head turning, and I knew that it wasn't good.

I stood up and tucked in my shirt and put on my emerald green jacket. I adjusted my hair and looked in front of me to see that Kipling was still staring at me, head tilted, eyes haunting.

"Good day, Mr. Kipling." I turned around and began walking back towards the entrance of the library until I was halted by a force on my arm holding me back. I looked back and saw Mr. Kipling's pale hand on my forearm.

"Mr. Kipling, I must be getting back inside." I tried my best not to stammer but my voice still wavered.

He looked down at me and his smirk curled into a wretched smile. My breath faltered and it appeared the more uncomfortable I was, the more comfortable he became.

"I don't think so."

"It is starting to rain." I looked up and saw that the rain was starting to come down harder. "And I don't have an umbrella."

He laughed and I felt him pulling on my arm. If only I had my magic, he would know not to mess with me. My legs betrayed me and walked with him. Why am I following him? Where was he leading me?

I followed him only a few feet when he turned into an alley. I was now scared, I did not want to be anywhere alone with this man.

"Mr. Kipling, why are we here?" I asked and I wish that I hadn't.

He looked at me and his smile got larger and his eyes became darker.

"Ms. Linphea, I think you know the reason that we are back here. Your kind should be used to this. Your display in the street was quite...savage."

"I don't think that I know what you are talking about, Mr. Kipling. I could not breathe, that was all. I needed some air." I felt my voice became strong but his stares were stronger.

I could see Kipling's eyes look up and down my body and resting on my chest. I looked down to see if there was something wrong with my jacket, but everything was in order. I felt a chill go down my back as his eyes were glued to me.

"I think you do, Ms. Linphea." he growled and my heart stopped when he placed a hand on my waist. It was a rough touch and my body turned to stone. All I could feel was his hand on my waist and the chills that ran up and down my back in rapid succession.

He moved closer and closer and I could not say anything. Like my body, my mind was frozen and no words could find their way to my mouth. My breath became more and more labored as he leaned down and placed his nose in my hair and inhaled.

I swallowed as his other hand made it to the other side of my waist.

"Mr. Kipling, please let me go." I said quietly as he moved his head closer to mine.

"Ms. Linphea, you are a stunning creature."

His voice was coarse and sinister. I wanted to close my eyes and be back in the room with Bloom. I wish that I was back at Alfea. I would rather be fighting the Trix then standing here with Kipling in the dark alley as the rain came down harder and harder.

Kipling bent his head down to the side of my face and I could feel his cool breath coming from his mouth on the skin behind my ear. I wanted to run but once again, my feet betrayed me. But then I soon felt a pair of cold lips on the side of my neck and my skin began to crawl.

"Please." I softly whimpered as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. But he did not listen.

His hands made their way over from my waist and to the buttons of my jacket as he pushed my back into the wall. His hands started to roughly undo the buttons of my green jacket. His lips kept sucking and nipping at my neck right below my ear. I felt the moisture that he left on my neck and I wanted to throw up.

My throat became tight as he forcefully removed my jacket. Everything was starting to become a blur as he became rougher and rougher with his sucking on my neck. He moved his lips away from my neck and moved to my jaw, inching closer and closer to my lips.

As his lips landed on mine, I began crying. The rain mixed with my tears. I wanted to go away. Could anyone see us? Did they not care? Was I really alone with this horrible man? My sobs became louder and louder. I let out a loud yelp when his hands clutched onto my shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere.

He pulled away and his hands had left my torso to only be met with his hands coming across my face in a percussive slap. I winced in pain and my head turned to the side.

"Stop crying!" he commanded and I looked up at him, his image distorted by my tears.

"Please stop." I cried as I clutched my shirt and tried to hold it close.

Kipling charged towards me and I gasped as his lips made their way to my chest. He growled as he took the top of my breast into his mouth and began to suck. My arms felt heavy at my side and the tears silently kept rolling down.

Kipling's lips lightly brushed their way up my chest and landed on my collar bone. His hands dropped low and lifted my long emerald skirt. He took one of my legs into his hands and brought it up to his hip. He took the stocking and rolled it down as his lips made their way back up to mine.

His hand moved away from my leg and I did not dare bring it down. My body had given up that when I heard the unbuckling of pants, I did not move. I could not move. I once again felt his hand crawl under my skirt and made their way to my undergarments. I closed my eyes. His fingers found their way to the top and then they pulled away.

In fact, his whole body was away from mine. I opened my eyes, looked up, and saw that a man had pulled him off of me and threw him to the ground. I looked at the man on top of Kipling, his back towards me, repeatedly punching Kipling's face in.

I stood in shock as the man stood and kicked Kipling in the ribs. The man stood up and spat at Kipling as Kipling stumbled to his feet and ran out of the alley leaving me and the mystery man. But the mystery was solved as he turned towards me and I saw his face. This was no mystery man.

It was Helia.