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I hope this chapter will be good, because I kind of lack inspiration at the moment since I'm really exhausted from working a lot. But the holidays are under way and things should be calmer around that time, so I'll have time to think about the story more.

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How long had it been since she'd last seen Creed? Perhaps just a little over a day, but he'd been again so distant for the past two weeks that it was as if he'd just been gone for an hour. Since the day the unknown man had come over to fetch some files from the feral, he'd been out more and more often, returning most of the time covered in blood (she was hoping it wasn't human) and barely talking to her.

Aubrey had finished The Little Prince and was starting to take up other short books to pass the time while she was being elegantly ignored by Creed. It was kind of pissing her off, because since he'd been gone for long, she hadn't had anything to eat and was positively starving at the moment.

The girl was quite content at seeing that she was slowly gaining weight, some curves finally appearing over her jutting bones and her strength retuning gradually. However, with all that her appetite had returned the terrible feeling of regular huger and ignoring it was becoming excruciatingly hard as a hollow pain filled her belly and ordered her to get her ass to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

"It's not that I don't want to…" She sighed, patting her tummy softly. It responded with an angry growl and she sighed again, knowing that after over six weeks of doing nothing but healing in that bed of hers, she was more than ready to start walking again: Aubrey could feel that her fingers were painless, probably already nicely mended back and as she breathed, only tiny jolts of occasional pain still shot through her ribs. As for her legs, the one that was broken still throbbed slightly at times, while the one that had been deeply cut was surely completely recovered, as Creed had been careful to change her bandages often to avoid infection after stitching the cut together.

Honestly, if it were up to her, she'd already be at the dining room table, devouring a sandwich or something. However, she was not a stupid girl and she clearly remembered Creed's menace of unknown pain he had planned for her once she healed up nicely… and she wasn't about to give him a reason to start maiming her because he walked in and found her rummaging in his fridge.

Aubrey growled in unison with her belly, violently closing the book that had been sitting open on her lap and setting aside to her bed table. As much as she wanted to stay a good little girl and avoid unnecessary pain, she had to admit that she was starved… and food was so close by… she could just made it there and back quickly and Creed would never even know…

"Screw this. He's not the boss of me." She finally snarled, biting her lip nonetheless in hidden worry. She threw the covers of herself and slowly swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Aubrey gasped softly when the cool wood floor came in contact with her bare feet as she slowly and gingerly put some weight on her unused legs.

The one that had been broken was throbbing powerfully from dull pain, so she transferred most of her body weight to the one that had been simply wounded. She was able to stand, after a few minutes of groaning and shifting, on both her own feet without any support. With a slight limp, she took a few steps forward, inching towards the door that would lead her out of the room.

It was hard to turn the door knob with her two, bandaged hands, but she managed to get it open after a few tries and shuffled out into the corridor, where she used one of the side walls to help her walk faster. Her ribs were kind of sore, the level of pain rising and falling with the breaths she took, but she could tell that they were almost fully healed. The joy she felt at that realization, along with the happiness of being able to walk on her own shaky legs after weeks of lying down, almost drowned out the hunger rumbling her belly.

But by the time she reached the living room, she remembered quite well why she was out of bed on her own and limped all the way to the kitchen's refrigerator with a smug grin on her face. She pulled the door open and grabbed the first thing that her eyes fell on: an apple. Aubrey knew very well that Creed didn't eat fruits on a daily basis and that this had been bought for her, so she felt her own guilt dissipating as she sunk her teeth into the food hungrily, nearly devouring it. The apple was gone in a matter of second and she reached into the pantry this time, getting a hold of a muffin that she huddled against her chest with a bandaged hand, limping her way to the living room.

The sun was shining brightly from the outdoor, nearly blinding as it bounced off the thick layer of snow outside to amplify its brilliance. Aubrey looked out beyond the window and noted that drops of water were regularly leaking off the branches and house's roof, showing that the snow was melting away.

"Awesome!" She grinned, chomping down on the muffin eagerly, her bright mood elevating her above her usual fear and anger. If she calculated things right, they were probably at the beginning of the month of May, which meant that by the time she was fully healed, most of the snow will have melted away and her escape from this hellhole would be much easier to accomplish.

"What's so awesome?" A voice behind her purred, amused.

The girl spun around with a gasp, dropping the muffin she had been eating on the floor and grabbing onto the fireplace to avoid falling, as her sudden movement had thrown her off balance. She stared right at Creed, who was standing behind the couch as if he'd been there since she first entered the room… had he really, or had he just snuck in?

"Nothing!" Aubrey answered all too quickly and, afraid of raising suspicion, she continued talking rapidly. "Do you always have to make people jump like that? Can't you just announce your presence gently by like… oh, I don't know… clearing your throat or something?"

He stared at her impassibly and she swallowed heavily, fear nearly strangling her at this point. Simultaneously, she was afraid he'd figure out she wanted to run and that he would kill her for being too much of an annoying burden. Neither was an option she wanted to face.

Creed took a heavy step towards her, circling the couch. "Since you're up and running your mouth again, maybe its time we take off you bandages and declare you… (he stopped mere inches from her, towering and terrible) fully recovered."

Aubrey tried not to cringe and keep a poker face on, but she was unable to control the fear that crippled her very soul. And by the way he sniffed the air slowly and smirked, she could tell he was aware of her terror. At this point, all her instincts were ordering her to run like the freaking wind while in her mind, she knew that if she moved, she was dead.

Before she could make up her mind, he grabbed her roughly around the arm, causing her to squeak softly from the pain that his grip caused and pulled her after him as he walked to the corridor.

The girl limped pitifully after the feral, trying not to stumble too much and could hear her heart beating like a hummingbird's wings inside her chest. Panic was flooding her being as he dragged her after him to his bedroom and then to the master bathroom, where he turned to face her suddenly.

"Clothes off. Now." His voice was far too hungry for her liking, and the wilderness that shone in his eyes was simply terrifying.

She shivered, clenching at the large shirt she wore, knowing it was the only thing that separated him from her, as she wasn't even wearing panties under it. Aubrey wasn't stupid enough to deny him what he demanded, so she slowly, painstakingly pulled the garment up and over her head, wishing she could just vanish into thin air.

It was no just the humiliation that was maiming her, (she'd been used to that over the years, with all the bastards that tried to destroy her) it was the intense feeling of fear that crushed her as she knew that Creed was not going to hold himself back this time and she had absolutely no chance of winning against him. Then again, she had her memory power to use against him…

For just a second, Aubrey felt her spirits rise as she realized she could push him back with her newfound power and run for it… but then the dull pain in her weak muscles and still-broken leg brought her back to reality and she knew that if she gave away her only weapon right now, she wouldn't later have the element of surprise that she needed in order to escape the feral…

He moved towards her, silently, fluid like a predator, running a clawed hand slowly over her naked body. Where his nails passed, long, bright lines of red appeared as blood pearled out from under her flesh. The girl shivered and fought to stay immobile, hoping that her resignation would make it easier…

Creed smirked, showing off his fangs and grasped her with one large hand in the small of her back, bringing her closer to him, using his remaining free claws to slice deftly through the bandages that covered her fingers and the old wound on her leg. The girl didn't even dare to breathe as she slowly wiggled her free fingers, checking that they were painless and healed… apart from being numb and feeble, they were fine…

"Well?" He purred into her ear, crushing her trembling body against his so hard it was painful. "Aren't you going to try and get away? Don't make this too easy for me, frail…"

Aubrey couldn't help it; she growled right back at him, furious beneath her fear.

Creed moved so damn fast she didn't record it until it was too late, until he slammed her full force into the wall behind them, hand around her neck, all claws extended… she felt her delicate ribs crack from the shock as her head bashed against the rough surface, sending her into a confused frenzy… the girl grasped helplessly at the feral's arm, nail digging into his skin until they drew blood from wounds that healed immediately, coughing and suffocating in his grasp.

"Let… go…" She gasped desperately, dark spots appearing in her receding vision as she felt herself slip from consciousness. She could still see him smirking, fangs out, dangerously victorious. The feral wasn't going to let her take the easy road this time… she could see in his terribly dark gaze that this time, it was going to hurt.

And if it was going to hurt, Aubrey wasn't about to take it without at least fighting back.

She brought both legs up with a monumental effort, the still-broken one throbbing terribly from the pain and kicked them simultaneously against his stomach. Creed groaned, doubling over, but his grip around her neck remained unbroken. They tumbled both to the ground and he brought himself atop of her, pinning her to the cold bathroom floor with powerful arms as she flailed angrily, trying to thrash her way out of his grasp.

Creed was holding her tightly with both legs and she was going nowhere… Aubrey felt her way rapidly around herself with her only free arm, breathing in choked, desperate sobs as her fogged brain tried to figure a way to escape. She touched the edges of a smooth, glass bottle that must have fallen along with them from the skin or tub and grasped with her remaining strength, bashing it as hard as she could against the feral's head.

Victor snarled, groaning from the pain and sudden fury that had awoken in him. His clawed hand finally let go of the frail's neck as he tried to remove a couple pieces of glass that had broken into the skin on his head like shrapnel and she used those seconds of distraction to wiggle out from under him, brushing all too often against his body for him to ignore that this was turning him on. It had been a long time since he'd taken a frail, considering that he hadn't left the girl for more than a day at a time for the past month and a half… desire was itching in him and it only spiked when he saw the pretty little thing crawling away on all fours as fast as she could to get away from him…

He swiped a hand at her, grabbing onto an ankle and she turned around briskly with an actual roar of anger. It was that sound, escaping her lips loudly enough to tear a hole in her soul, more than the following kick that made him let go. For a brief second, he saw those fiery eyes of hers as they flashed at him, full of terror and bitter loathing… he knew at that moment that he needed to break that fury; he needed to watch her shatter into pieces as he claimed her as his own.

The one no one had managed to bring down… he was going to destroy her.

Victor pounced after her but she had already ran out of the room and was standing near the door, slamming it shut right in is face as he made to follow her. It didn't matter; with just a ram of his shoulder, the whole thing went flying in a rain of wooden shards that went soaring directly at Aubrey's retreating back in the master bedroom. She didn't even glance over her shoulder, entirely focused on rapidly limping her way out of the place and beyond the feral's reach.

However, no matter how determined she was, Creed was a lot faster than a wounded and terrified teenage girl. She inadvertently found herself near the large bed in the center of the room and it was at that moment that the feral decided to pounced onto his fleeing prey, knocking her down on the mattress like a limp doll. Aubrey gasped from the pain that shot through her whole body, from her sensible ribs and her broken leg to the deep claw marks that shone with blood on her neck. She fought to regain her balance on the bed, but it was so damn hard with all her limbs refusing to cooperate… the feral leapt onto her with menace and grace, turning her onto her back with a flick of his hand, pinning her pained thighs under his knees and holding both her wrists above her head with a single arm. He bared his fangs in a long, deep growl and she stopped struggling just for a second.

Aubrey couldn't even support his gaze… it was so damn scary, so dark and full of promises of pain… there was no pity, no humanity in those steal-cold irises, just a beast hungry to be let out to claim her as it's own… she shivered at that thought and tears welled up in her eyes as she closed them and gritted her teeth.

"You are mine." Creed growled hungrily, his fangs inches from her lips.

The girl shut her eyes tighter still, tears finally spilling out and running down her cheeks in long, salty streaks. She kept her jaw clenched shut and with an angry snarl, the feral crushed his mouth against hers forcefully, biting down into her lips so damn hard she found herself screaming against him, blood gushing down her chin in thick pearls. She held back a terrified, hateful sob, her own fists clenched so tightly she was making her palms bleed…

Female feral. He can smell her wilderness. Her dangerous desire, her power. He wants it. It is his… but she runs…

From him, from herself… HE WANTS HER.

The longing that burst out of him with that terribly powerful yet brief memory invaded her like a poison… it almost erased everything else, almost sent her over the edge like it had last time… IT WAS NOT HER MEMORY, NOT HER DESIRE DAMNIT!

Aubrey pushed against him as hard as she could, arching her back, screaming her fury in hopes it would overtake the emotions that forced themselves into her soul… all she succeeded in doing was again pressing her naked body against the hardness in his pants… her eyes flew open and crossed his.

"Mine." Creed smirked.

"Screw. You."

His irises flashed. "With pleasure."

Creed had his pants off in a flash and was pressing his manhood against her tight opening as she froze, terrified of everything at this point.

He pushed himself into her roughly, in a single move that made her pull her head back and scream as fire invaded her sex and tummy, as pain reached an altogether unbearable level and she twisted her body desperately to get away from it.

But he held her in place, ramming himself into her over and over again with animal growls, his fangs slicing once again into her lips, drawing lines of red with his claws all over her body, trailing his deadly kiss over her cheek, to her jawbone, onto the scars on her shoulders…

Aubrey couldn't even feel the blood running from her wounds, the aching throb in her leg, the fire consuming her whole body as the feral raped her with incredible fury and desire.

She was just eternally grateful when soothing darkness finally claimed her and the only thing that followed her into oblivion was Creed's roar of release.

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Later, much later, she awoke slowly in the man's arms, cradled as though he was consoling her after she'd woken from a nightmare, his claws running gently through her wild mane of hair… she could feel dry blood caked all over her mouth and thighs and the dull ache of fabric pressing against the open, broken wound on her leg, her bandage lying forgotten somewhere in the bed.

Creed sighed. "We'll have to fix that broken leg again, frail. Looks like you weren't entirely ready to be declared as healed."

Aubrey felt tears running down her cheeks and this time, she didn't stop them from falling and drawing clear lines in the blood on her face. "You're insane." She whispered, shaking from a dry sob.

The feral chuckled.

"And you're mine. But it can take time to realize those things, sometimes…"

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That's it for now, folks! (I feel like a Bugs Bunny tv-show). I hope you like it, because it might be a little while before I update again, seeing as I'm working two jobs (14h a day) for the moment. I'm tiered and slightly delirious.

Perfect soldier and Clockwork will come together in a sequel, so read both of them. I decided that it would be awesome, so that's that.

Good night yall and happy holidays.