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Chapter 2: Monster
They sat in a car together. It was something she recognized, she had been in a vehicle like this before. Only smaller. This one was huge and the big feral man wasn't the driver, someone else was. Feral man just sat there, across from her, staring at her.
He eyed her up and down. She shivered but didn't complain about the cold. Figured, she was a warrior, the cold probably didn't do much for her.
"Do you know why I bought you?" he suddenly broke the silence as he stared intensely into her blue eyes.
So she was right, he did buy her. She was his now. But she shook her head because she had no idea why he wanted her.
"Well" he said "Guess you don't need to know, you just need to do as your told, understood?".
She nodded. She understood perfectly. Do as he says and she would live.
"Else I have this little red button to push" he continued as he held up the controller to her collar.
She didn't move or do anything, she didn't know what was expected of her. He hadn't given her any commands nor had he hurt her so far. But apparently he would, if she'd defy him. And she hated that red button. She hated the collar.
"You got a name frail?".
She shook her head without knowing what a frail was.
"Can you speak?".
She nodded. Of course she could speak. But what was there to say?
"My name's Creed. What's yours?".
She blinked several times at him but didn't answer. He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes on her "You will answer me when I ask you a question frail. Or I will beat you, got that?".
She nodded again. It started to annoy him. He was sure he heard her say something when she slid the little man's throat. He didn't care about that. As a matter of fact, he'd quite enjoyed it. He guessed she understood what happened and saw it as an opportunity.
"So what is your name?" he asked again.
She shrugged and shook her head "Number 17, I think".
"Is that what they called you in the Arena?".
She nodded again "That or… The Kali".
He scoffed out a laugh "You know what that means frail?".
She blinked again "No".
He leaned forward to explain "It's the Hindu goddess of death and destruction".
"Oh" she simply said.
"Well" he mused as he grinned at her "If the shoe fits-".
"I don't have shoes".
He chuckled when she didn't understand his figure of speech.
"I've noticed that" he said instead of laughing at her "You don't seem to have much clothes either. We'll do something about that soon".
She was the strangest creature. As if she wasn't of this earth. He took out the file to read more about her. He had to know how long she had been in that Arena to figure out how much she could know about the outside world. Judging by what he'd seen so far: it was a long fucking time.
Victor sat down in the dark living room. A glass of whiskey in one hand and frantically tapping the side of his big lounge chair with the other. What the fuck was wrong with him? It wasn't nerves but it was something…
He was waiting for her. The little feline he paid five million fucking dollars for. She's better be worth it. Two servants had taken her in order to prepare. And it had only been half a minute.
Suddenly he heard a scream, doors opened and the women came running downstairs.
"I can't do this mister Creed!" one of the woman cried "She's impossible!".
He frowned and got out of his chair, slamming the whiskey glass down and slowly walking up the stairs to his bedroom. He could smell her nerves and aggression before he even entered the en suite bathroom.
She was standing against the wall, still dressed in her underwear and tank top. Nails expanded and ready to attack anything that came closer. One of the women had a bloody scratch along her neck. He quickly walked over to her and shoved her against the wall, pinning both her arms against it. She struggled against him, tried to kick at him but without success.
"What do you think you're doing frail?" he hissed down at her.
"They attack me!" she spat "I attack back!".
"We tried to take off her clothes to bath her mister Creed" one of the women explained desperately.
Creed was pissed off, he paid five million dollars for this bitch, she'd better do what he told her to do.
"Listen carefully because I'm only gonna say this once" he whispered dangerously "I paid a lot of money for you frail. I am your owner. You are nothing more than my possession. Got that? So you only get to do as I say and you don't attack anyone around here. Because if you do, I will push that little red button and put you through hell. Do I make myself clear?".
She swallowed in fear and nodded. He was stronger than her, what was she to do in order to survive? At least in the arena she knew she was stronger than anyone, but now it was obvious: he was boss. And she was still wearing that awful collar.
He sighed and his expression changed slightly at the sight and smell of her fear. He did like the smell of her fear but god damn, it wasn't like she could help it. She'd been in that arena since she was ten years old. She didn't know anything else but people attacking her and defending herself.
"Look frail" he said as he let go of her upper arms and took her shoulders "You are not here to fight okay? There is no arena here. From this day on, you will never fight again and you will definitely not fight me, understood?" his eyes pierced into hers sternly as he tried to talk some fucking sense into her.
She nodded again, only just grasping what he had said. She wasn't here to fight… but then what the hell was she here for?
He sighed. This little fucking bitch should cower in fear, beg for his mercy, thank him on her little knees for taking her away from that place.
"These women are going to wash and dress you, and you will not attack them again, alright?" he applied some more pressure to her shoulders to make sure she understood who was boss.
She nodded again but he wasn't satisfied, she hadn't said two god damn words to him since they arrived.
"I want to hear you say it" he commanded sternly.
She licked her lips and it almost made him crush his mouth down on hers to taste it, until her soft voice broke his trance "They are going to wash me and I won't attack them".
He exhaled "Good girl".
He sat on the edge of his bed as he waited for her. There were no more screams so that must've been be a good sign. Just a few curses coming from the servants about how impossible his newly bought toy was. But they had been in there for almost two hours so what the hell were they doing?
The door from the en suite bathroom opened and she slowly stepped into his bedroom, hesitantly almost. She was still amazed by all the beauty in this house. Every room was absolutely gorgeous and awfully big. The two other women silently left the room, leaving the two ferals alone.
His eyes roamed her body, covered in a short white nightgown. It was simple but decorated with lace. Her shy and innocent look angered him. It wouldn't save her from the faith he had in mind for her. The dress would soon be gone and she'd be squirming underneath him. That's what he bought her for, to breed and nothing more. Just because she smelled nicer than other frails didn't mean he was going to be nice with her.
"Come here" he gestured.
She walked over to him, cautiously. It wasn't the fear of him being stronger. It was the fear of the unknowing, she did not know why she was here and what this man wanted with her.
Now that he had her, he wasn't quite sure how to go about it. He definitely didn't lack experience but there was a tiny vessel inside him which told him not to hurt her. It only angered him more. He would take her any way it pleased him and hurting her would most likely do just that.
She took a deep breath and courageously looked at him "Why am I here?". Her voice was soft, not at all fitting for someone who slaughtered others on a daily basis.
His eyes shot up to meet hers "For this". In one swift move his claw ripped through the front of her dress and she gasped in shock, clutching the dress to her chest.
"No!" she yelped and took a step back.
He shot up from the bed and growled "No?!".
Her eyes were wide in fear, this was not a situation she'd been in before. He moved closer to her and with every step she took, her heavy breathing seemed to increase.
"You don't get to say 'no' to me frail. I bought you, you are my mine. The only thing you get to say is yes" he hissed as his hands grabbed her roughly, pulling the dress from her trembling body.
He took both her arms and threw her on the bed "Don't make me use this red button frail" he threatened as he slowly took out the remote and placed it on the cabinet.
Her hands flew to her neck only to find out the collar was still there. Well what did she expect? For the two women to take it off while bathing her? If only she would be that lucky. And even if it was off, she was no match for this insanely strong mutant.
She eyed him up and down and scooted to the far side of the bed, trying to hide away against the head board. He smirked down at her lustfully as he started to take off his clothes. First his button up shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and then his trousers, revealing everything at once. She had her knees pulled up and clutched to her chest. Not sure why, but she felt more than vulnerable without her clothes. Instinctively she felt like covering her private parts from his preying eyes.
Eyeing his physique, it was no wonder he smelled so strong and powerful. She knew from the beginning she would never be able to fight this man without losing. He was massive. One big chunk of feral muscle. He might have told her she wouldn't have to fight, but she felt threatened nevertheless. Her eyes roamed his body fearfully and for some reason, the big and hard organ between his legs scared her even more. She did not have one of those, so what was it? If only she could remember bits about her past before the Arena.
"I never fucked a feral girl" he mused darkly. She wasn't sure what he just said.
Suddenly, he leaped forward and pulled her leg, making her squeal as he pulled her underneath him. He growled as he pinned her little body. He didn't need more than a few seconds to take in her tight young body. It was all his. And it was fucking gorgeous.
His face trailed a path from her stomach up to her neck as his side burns tickled her stomach "Damn frail, that's a sweet smell".
She had never cried and she wasn't sure if she was crying right now but her eyes were burning and her heart felt as if it would burst out any minute. Would it help if she'd beg him? Like her opponents had done with her so many times? It didn't help them, she still killed them. And in this case it wouldn't help her. He would still… do whatever he did and if she didn't obey he would push the red button.
A huge hand grabbed her chest roughly, she didn't scream when some of his talons broke her skin. She refused to scream. In the arena, whenever they used the scream, the crowds would cheer. If this was her downfall, no one would cheer. She would not grant them the satisfaction. She would not scream.
"Open your legs for me frail" he growled into her ear.
"Wha-"
He lacked patience, especially right now when he wanted something so badly. So he pushed her down by her throat and used his other hand to open her legs violently.
If he would have had enough sense to use his brain right now, he might have registered her trembling body, her little hands pushing against his chest and the few tears leaving her eyes as she bit down on her lip. And if he would've been able to notice it, he might have gone slower, he might have chosen not to hurt her. Maybe… perhaps. But he would never know. Because all senses except for the one between his legs, were shut down.
Her body had completely stiffened and she lay frozen beneath him, no wetness between her legs, not even the slightest hint of arousal. Just fear and the tiniest bit of rage. It drove him wild.
He pushed forward in one sharp move and her scream was able to pierce the deafest of men. But not him. He was too distracted by her tightness, her sweet scents and her nakedness squirming beneath him. And so he withdrew and slammed back into her with as much force as he could manage. Over and over again he pumped in and out of her tight little snatch. The smell of blood instantly hit the air, arousing him even more. Her tight walls choking his cock, strangling him, it was absolutely mind numbing.
She couldn't even remember the last time she had been in this much pain. She hated herself for being powerless, for being weak, for her scream. His hot panting breath on the side of her neck did not make it any easier for her. His hands roaming all over her body made her sick with nausea. She hated him, this man who had given her a false sense of security by telling her no one would attack her here.
He slowly leaned up on his arms and was shocked to find her burning eyes, filled with hateful tears. She quickly turned her head to the side, not wanting to look upon the face of this monster. It angered him, her resistance but perhaps also his own carelessness. He pulled up her leg and gripped around her throat, thrusting hard into her with increasing paste.
As he slammed in and out of her, he considered asking why she didn't like it. But it would seem to be a sneer instead of a sincere question. Especially because her display had angered him even more. So he decided to keep his careless trap shut for once. To not make things worse for her.
With every thrust, her face changed into a painful frown. She cringed, she gasped, but she never once moaned for him. For a second she even wished to be back in the arena again. At least that's where she had the upper hand. Her hands held on tightly to the bed sheets as he continued to push in and out of her. The worst of the pain was gone now, that had been in the beginning when he first started this… whatever this was.
She could hear his breathing increase and his scent changed slowly. He was mindlessly mumbling words about how fucking tight she was, how sweet she was and she was sure she even heard him say something about her being beautiful… No one had ever called her that. But if he wanted to pay her a compliment, he sure had a strange way of going about it.
She just continued to lay there, her body shaking with every thrust inside her until he suddenly increased his speed again. She closed her eyes tightly and fought hard to ignore the things he whispered to her. But his groaning became loud and impossible to ignore. Until he pushed deep into her and suddenly stopped moving. She felt him throbbing inside her, followed by a wild roar and something warm spilling inside her.
And then he fell down and rolled off her, panting whilst lying down on his back. For him, there was no going back. She was worth it, every fucking dime of those millions he had paid. He would never be able to go back to normal frails after just having fucked a feline feral. On the other side of the bed, the other feral was fighting hard against the burning water behind her eyes. Not wanting to pleasure him even more. This man who she thought to be better than the men she'd met so far, was the worst of his kind. She wasn't sure why, but what he just did, felt like a lot worse than beating her or killing her. She remembered when he first walked in. She decided he looked a lot nicer than those other men. He even smelled nice to her so she didn't mind being sold.
But now…
A monster. That's what he was.
She was in so much pain, she wondered if she could even move. Her body felt broken and torn in two, especially around her lower stomach and between her legs. She carefully looked down to see if she even still had legs. She wouldn't have been surprised if they were ripped off, that's what it felt like. As if she couldn't move anything. But she quickly found out that she could when she suddenly leaped from the bed and ran. No idea where to go, she just ran to the other side of the room and hid behind an object.
Creed lazily turned his head and smirked. Poor frail. He had lost his mind somewhere between when she entered his room and when he ripped off her clothes. Her body was too fucking beautiful to behold, her smell drove him mad and he wanted to be inside her as fast as possible. And god damn it, why did he have to deal with her fear? With her tears of hate? He paid for her so why would she run? Not like she could go anywhere.
He groaned in frustration and got off the bed. He found her hiding behind the sofa at the far side of the bedroom. He towered over her and sighed, not sure what to do with her. Her body wasn't shaking and she didn't smell as frightened anymore. He guessed she couldn't be scared easily and definitely not for long. She adapted, like a survivor.
But she was still hiding away, her knees pulled up and her head covered beneath her arms. So he reached for her arm and yanked it hard. She instantly put up a fight, trying to kick and scratch at him. He expected her to do so but still dragged her back to his bed. She hissed and fought like a lioness. But he was stronger so within a few seconds, she was dropped on the bed again.
"Go to sleep" he ordered as he laid next to her, her body between his and the wall. Him between her and the door.
She angrily turned away from him, facing the wall. He stared at her naked back and noticed her shivers. Slowly, he pulled the covers over her.
"Only hurts the first time" he suddenly spoke, not sure why he said it. He didn't owe her any fucking explanation. She was his. Five million dollars and she would never have to fight another arena fight again. She should be fucking grateful.
Wench.
He knew she heard him because she wasn't asleep and her head moved a little when he spoke to her.
He moved a little closer to her. She didn't move away but they didn't touch either. Still staring at her back, he brought up his hand, retracted his claws and carefully touched her back. Slowly stroking down her spine and trailing a path back up to her shoulder blades.
He was on the edge of apologizing and it fucked with his brain big time. He had never apologized for a thing in his life. And why would he? He just told her that fucking only hurts the first time and it was in the past now. He wasn't sure if that was true, that it only hurt the first time. But he could make it true, if he wanted to of course. Besides, the bitch was his now. His to do with as it goddamn pleased him.
"Won't hurt again frail" he said as he continued to sooth her skin "Go to sleep".
AN: I am so afraid I made you all cry now :-p I think this whole 'first time' was really dark. But I didn't see any other way for the real Victor Creed. I really want to try and keep him in character as much as possible. And I don't see him giving a shit the first night, or being able to think straight. I truly hope you agree :-p To make up for this, I will post the next chapter really soon! Promise!