Responses to comments:
Pinksakura271: Thank you for the great ideas! This chapter was kind of thrown together, but I might go back and revise it. I liked your idea about Ben waking up in a cold sweat, but I didn't think that it was the appropriate time to use it, given that he is possessed by such a strong force. I did revise it a little bit and tried to incorporate it into the story a little bit.
Kingson24601: Harlem's dad is Hans from frozen. It was hard for me to come up with an OC, because everyone always uses the same ones (for example, Uriah, son of Ursula) I wanted to do something original, and that is what I came up with. As for saving Mal, that, I don't even know. This story is a mismatch of thoughts and ideas. When I think 'hey! That would be good in this story' I write it.
ATTENTION: There is a MAJOR plot twist in the making. Look out for upcoming chapters!
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Ben's PoV
'M-Mal? no. no no no no no. This cannot be happening.' I keep thinking to myself as I am literally trapped in my mind. I have no idea what she is going through on that island, and all I can do is think of the worst. I can see through my eyes, but not control anything. No one seems to suspect that I am possessed, so I have to rely on myself to get out. The force of this spirit is so strong, it is like being trapped in a vice grip or being pulled by an electromagnet. Those four are smart and strong, but they don't know how much the isle has changed since they left, and I didn't have the heart to tell them. Since I am king, I have to keep track of the isle, so I have people undercover relaying news to me. Poverty has increased by thirty percent, and sickness is spreading. People get mugged and raped constantly. I can only hope that the team stays together, and doesn't fall back into old ways.
~~~Evie~~~~
"Go. Go find her and don't come back until you do!" I yell at Jay and Carlos. Why am I yelling at two of my best friends you may ask? Well, Mal left nearly twelve hours ago and there have been no sightings. Zero. Zip. Nada. Zilch. Something must have happened to her, something big. Either good or bad.
"Evie, Mal is out there in who knows what. The worst thing we could do right now is argue." Jay says. I'm on the verge if tears.
"But she's my best friend! I- I need her." I say, tears making tiny rivers through the dirt staining my cheeks. Carlos sits down next to me and wraps an arm around my shaking form. I lean into him, thankful for his warmth and comfort. He kisses my forehead. Strange, but I'm not in the mood to ponder it.
"Evie, we will find Mal. Nothing will stand in my way." (None of you will get that reference unless you know me personally. It's from a duet I have in my school's production of 'Surf's Up!')
"Okay. Cuddle time over. We need to think of a plan." Jay exclaims. I pull out my bag and take out a rusted locket that Mal gave me on my thirteenth birthday. I look at the roughly carved in letter 'E' in the metal.
"Don't worry, were coming." I say with certainty.
~~Mal~~
He stands above me, a whip in his right hand, looking at me with a sinister look on his face.
"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!" I yell, struggling against the ropes that hold my hands and feet.
"You rejected me. I always tried to move on, but the thought of me controlling you never left my head. You're a total badass, the complete same as me. We're meant to be. You should just stop resisting so we can both enjoy this." He puts his hand on my leg, trailing it up and down the length of it.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I scream, thrashing against the restraints. He just smirks and puts his face in front of mine.
"Okay. I won't touch you. I'll caress you and love you like the queen you are. That is, if you stop struggling." Harlem states plainly. He is so close to my face that I can feel his hot breaths on my nose.
"Never." I whisper, keeping my confidant glare. He steps back and shrugs.
"Suit yourself." He says, then lines up his fist with my face, and knocks me out cold.
~~5 hours later~~
I wake up with a pounding headache. The restraints have been taken away, all but one. There is still one on my left wrist. I look at myself, and I'm naked, and covered with angry red marks that are stinging. My bottom lip is bleeding and I have hickeys all over my chest and stomach. He did it. He raped me. I want to scream and cry and punch and kick, but I know that will just alert him to me being awake. I survey my surroundings, and find my clothes lying next to the bed. I reach up with my left hand to untie the rope. I can't see what I'm doing, so I am unable to untie it. I yell I defeat. Big mistake. Harlem walks into the room wearing only a torn up pair of shorts.
"There's my lovely little Mal. How do you like the little gifts I left for you?" I just growl at him.
"That was very fun. Especially because you are still a virgin. Well, were a virgin." I want to punch him so badly, but thanks to my one restraint, he is just out of reach. "If you're that good knocked out, I can't wait to see how you do while responsive." He pins down my legs and wrist, and kisses me. I once again try to bite him, but again fail.
"Okay my peach, prepare for the time of your life." He says before taking off his shorts.
I know that I said I would update every weekend, but I haven't been doing that. This story has evolved a lot since I started writing it, and I want you to know that I am trying hard to update when I can. THANK YOU!
Beast OUT!
