Chapter 387 - Scars
Trigger Warning: This chapter mentions s.e.xual violence/abuse. Reader"s discretion is adviced. (P.s. It"s only a memory of one of the characters and the mention of the abuse is not detailed.)
The sound of Leon"s sharp intake of breath cut through the weighty atmosphere that had surrounded them. There was utter disbelief in his widened eyes as he looked at her. Could he have misheard her due to all the blood rushing to his head?
But even that shock did so little to distract him from the desire that was already on full blast within him. He felt his sanity already hanging on by a thread so early on in their interaction with each other. It had not even been long since she came to his room, and he was already feeling as though he was at his limit! He knew that this would happen the instant he sees her, but reality was always crueller than imagination – as he was experiencing it first-hand now.
Leon felt like he had turned into a mindless beast just within a couple of minutes, and whose brain had only one focus at this point – s.e.x. There was nothing else that he could focus on. He wanted to just jump on her right there and then and rip off all her clothes and devour her clean. And he could feel that it was not just simple s.e.x that his body is desiring. It is wanting something more extreme, something savage perhaps. He is now behaving like a mindless predator, waiting to devour its poor prey without mercy.
Clenching his fists tight, Leon did everything to keep himself rooted to the ground. He refused to do this to her. He had already drunk her blood without her permission. And the effect of the bond that was forced on him due to that was utter madness. She had no idea what the bond wanted him to do to her. She had no idea what he was feeling and fighting against so hard.
It was something Leon could never bring himself to do to a woman. When he was still a child, Leon had the unfortunate experience of seeing his aunt being raped by her own husband. Her husband was drunk that night and he had f*cked his wife for hours until she was screaming and crying, begging for him to stop. Back then, Leon was chained up in the living room. His uncle forcefully took him from his mother the moment he found out he was a half-blood. Leon"s mother was only a human and could never fight against a vampire.
Leon had tried to escape a few times previously, so his uncle had taken to chaining him to a pipe that ran along the wall of their living room. That night, his aunt had opened the door to let him in and the moment the man entered, he had jumped on his wife like a mad raving beast. He did not even stop when his aunt told him that there was a child in the living room and was watching everything.
He could only stand there, looking on in horror and disgust. His eyes showed dismay at the scene unfolding before his young eyes and even after so many years that pa.s.sed, Leon could not forget the scene that was burned into this mind that night no matter how much he tried.
His aunt had knelt before him the next day after that night and begged him to forget what he had seen. She was crying as she apologized over and over to him. And then she had pa.s.sed away a few months after that.
The husband had told everyone she died of an illness, but Leon knew the truth. He knew better on what had truly happened. His aunt was just a weak human. She could not survive her vampire husband"s ferociousness and not to mention that he was always drunk and out of his mind whenever he decides to have s.e.x with his wife – no, Leon would never call such a thing, s.e.x. What he did to his wife was nothing but plain abuse. He had just straight up broken her.
Leon had remained chained in that house for one more month until his uncle brought his new wife home. Sadly, it was another human girl. He had then done the same to her and by then, Leon could no longer take it. One night, the same thing happened when his uncle came home drunk again and he had attempted to rape his wife in the living room where Leon was chained.
Suddenly something just snapped within him, and the power from the vampire half of his blood awakened. Normally, half-blooded vampires will only awaken their extraordinary powers when they reach the age of fourteen, but Leon was only nine when his powers were fully awakened. And that same moment, he easily broke the chains which were holding him captive and that was the very night he first killed a person too – his uncle.
Leon returned to his mother after that, and he started to live a better life. But the scars and trauma he had experienced from that house remained inside him, never forgotten but just suppressed deep within.
The thought of that buried memories resurfacing once again after so long, made Leon somehow managed to stop himself from jumping on Zanya thoughtlessly. The thought that he most probably might do that same thing and would earn her disgust at him to an excruciating degree. Though he knew it was not exactly the same thing, but… the bond"s effect was no different from him being rip roaring drunk. The l.u.s.t it invokes was too much that it was capable of wiping clear every reason and morale one holds true to. It was not normal, and he knew the savagery it was demanding. The power this unbelievable desire had on him made him thought it was impossible for him to remain in control once he gives into his desires because he could feel the extent of savagery his body wanted to perform on her. Right now, his body wanted to take her to the extreme until she was screaming and crying for relief.
And he absolutely refused to do that. He refused to have s.e.x with a woman when he was in a state like this, while he was on the verge of madness. He would rather suffer for eternity than to do this to her.
Shooting her the sharpest glance he could muster, the muscles on Leon"s face tightened. "Leave! Now!"