I sat in my Study Hall, clutching the Pink pass in my hand. The teacher was calling out for students who had teacher passes.

And I had one.

But...I didn't want to go to him...I didn't want to be raped again. It wasn't...pleasant; but he was also a Demon. And if I didn't go, he would probably be upset. And then take it out on me...but I could always fight back.

No. I wasn't going to go to him. Not now, not ever. Not again...and I regretted making this "Contract" with him in the first place...but...if I denied him long enough, he would surely go find someone else to satisfy him, wouldn't he?

Somehow, I wasn't sure of that.

Sitting at the Dinner Table that night, I lazily picked at my food. Tonight was Chicken Breast with mashed potatoes and green beans; I normally liked this meal, but tonight I felt nauseas.

Ever since I skipped meeting Sebastian, I had felt ill. Amost like something bad was going to happen. And everywhere I'd gone in the hallways, he was always there, watching me. Even when I got on the bus to go home he was there, watching me. And I could tell by the look on his face that he was NOT happy. My head pounded, and the Mark on my chest was beginning to sting.

"Lona, are you ok?" John asked, sitting next to me.

"I'm fine..." I mumbled.

"She's probably pouting at the fact that her boyfriend cheated on her," my mother said in her usual bitchy tone. "Dear, if you don't want to lose them you need to put out more." I glared up at her through my eyelashes. What a bitch she was...

"Lona, you don't look well. Are you sure you're feeling alright?" my father asked, leaning over the table to try and get a better look at my pale face.

"...can I be excused?" I asked.

"You've hardly touched your dinner," my mother snickered.

"Can I be excused?" I asked again, ignoring her comment.

"Yes, you may," my father said after a moment.

Sighing, I picked up my plate and quickly rinsed it off and put it into the dishwasher, before heading upstairs and into the bathroom. After pulling out some PJ's for myself, I shut and locked the bathroom door and then turned on the fan.

I quickly stripped myself naked, then stared at myself in the mirror. I looked paler than usual, and my brown eyes seemed dull and lifeless. The dark circles under my eyes were more noticeable, and my hair seemed to go flat. My eyes then traveled down to the glowing mark on my chest, and I frowned.

What had I been thinking...?

After getting into the shower, I turned on the hot water and leaned against the wall, letting the water soothe my aching muscles. I closed my eyes, trying to block out some of the craziness I'd been dealing with in the past few days.

"You were avoiding me."

I jumped, opening my eyes, only to see Sebastian standing naked at the other end of the shower. I instincitvely covered myself with my arms and cowered to the back of the shower. "What are you doing in here!?" I yelled, hoping someone could hear.

He chuckeled. "No one but I can hear you, my Dear," he replied, avoiding the question.

I started to shake from the fear. "G - get out of here!" I stuttered.

He frowned and ran his fingers through his semi - wet, ebony locks. "Honestly, you don't understand, do you?"

"Understand what...?"

"You belong to me," he said bluntly.

"No I don't!" I yelled. "I don't belong to anyo ~"

"The Mark on your chest proves otherwise," he interrupted. He blinked once, still gazing at me. "You are mine now. And no other man can take you away from me."

I glared and looked away from him. "Please get out..." I begged.

"Now why would I want to do that?" he asked, stepping forward. "I am your Mate now, aren't I?"

"No!" I shouted, whipping my face back to his to glare, but then his lips were on mine, kissing me roughly, almost...possesively? It was quite nice...

No no no! I knew what he was trying to do, and I tried to push him away from me. Thankfully he took a step back, but I could tell it was reluctant.

I stared into his red eyes, noticing the sad look on his face. Or was he faking it? I didn't know, but eyeing him up and down...he was attractive. His pale skin, and semi - muscular body. Then my eyes froze on the Organ dangling between his legs, and I blushed and looked away. Had that thing actually been inside of me?

"You're blushing," he said after a moment, his tone sweet. Not something I expected him to sound like.

"I am not," I lied, looking back at him.

He smiled and reached out, caressing my cheek. I flinched, like a frightened dog, and he immediatley jerked his hand away, dropping it to his side.

"Are you afraid of me...?" he asked, his lips formed into a tight line.

"Y - yes..." I replied shakily.

"I...am sorry for frightening you, my princess..." he said slowly, as if he'd never apologized for something before.

"Don't call me that!" I yelled angrily. I glared at him, full of hate and rage...and then I was in his arms. One of his hands held my back firmly against him, while the other hand was holding the back of my head, tangling his fingers into my wet hair.

"I am so sorry for frightening you..." he whispered, kissing my forehead.

"..." I said nothing. I didn't know what to say. First he'd been rough, and now he was being gentle? I didn't understand this man...if I could even call him a man.

Was this a Reward? Or Punishment?

"Lona! Get out of the shower!" my mother shouted from out in the hall.

Sebastian pulled away and glared at the door, his eyes flaring pink. Then he looked down at me. "...may I come to you tonight?"

"I..." I crossed my arms tighted over myself. "I don't know..."

"...very well," he said, sadly, almost? He kissed my lips one last time, and when I opened my eyes, he was gone.