He discarded his clothes, leaving only his underwear before he moved to the bed where I sat. I reflexively shifted backward as he approached me. "Don't try to get away from me because you can't. We are mates, aren't we? So it's only natural that we complete the mating process by actually mating," he said, and I shook my head vigorously, but I knew that my refusal wasn't going to stop him.
I would have laughed at how funny his words sounded if I wasn't currently the one in this terrible situation. Mating? This isn't mating; this is more like rape. Mating is a consensual act done by mates when they want to express their love for each other and seal their bond, so this is totally far from mating. He doesn't love me, and he definitely doesn't want me. He's only doing this out of his hatred for me and because he wants revenge. I also don't want to have anything to do with him. I don't want him to be close to me, and I would do anything to get out of this situation unscathed, so this act of his can only be classified as cold, hard rape.
He climbed on the bed and grabbed my wrist. When I tried to struggle with what little strength I had left, he applied pressure on a large bruise on my arm, and I yelped. "Evelyn, please don't struggle so he won't hurt us anymore. The more you fight, the more painful it will become," Tara advised me.
'So what do you want me to do? Let him have his way with us? I know that he's our mate and he has every right to have sex with us. I wouldn't have any objections if he would at least ask us nicely and be very gentle, but I don't want to be forced into this. I won't let him rape us so easily. I'll fight to the death if I have to,' I told her adamantly. "Now is not really the time to be stubborn, Evelyn. We are already very hurt and bleeding, so please stop struggling. Just close your eyes and stay still, try to imagine your dream life and try to block your mind from the pain. It'll be all over soon. Please do it for me. I don't want to see us get hurt anymore," Tara pleaded with me, and I thought about it. In my current condition, struggling would be absolutely of no use to me.
I feel weak, and it hurts everywhere, and even if I weren't hurt, I knew it would still be easy for him to subdue me. So now that I was badly hurt, I would be at a greater disadvantage if I tried to fight him, so I listened to Tara.
I took a deep breath, and with tears in my eyes, I carefully laid down still and looked away. I wanted to stare at anything else but him at this moment because he was beginning to disgust me.
"Well, that's a good girl. The sooner you understand your status, the better it will be for everybody," he said, and though I couldn't see his face, I could tell from his tone that he was smirking.
His hands came to my body and took my dress off roughly, even ripping what was left of it. Goosebumps took over my skin as soon as he managed to free me of my dress, the cold air making me shiver slightly. He went ahead to take off my bra as well, flinging it in a corner of the room, and for sure, my panties followed next.