Hey guys short chapter this time sorry.
Tw: sexual assault
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"Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you." - Ovid
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-Captain Morlon of the brotherhood of shadow knights-
Ojalá followed me as I held the woman by the arm. She had called down a bit.
Once we were finally in her room, I sat her down on the bed. Ojalá came back to tell me the doctor was here to treat the woman.
The doctor greeted us and immediately went toward the woman to check on her. She sat on the bed with instructions from the man and let him auscultate her.
"What is her name?" Asked the old man as he checked her pulse, and the pulse of her fetus.
We turned to Ojalá, she was named Mariama. The doctor prescribed her some medicine, took care of her wounds and left.
Alone in the room with the two women, I took two chairs and put them in front of Mariama.
We both sat and stared at her, she had been silent, her gaze empty.
"Why would you do such a thing to my parents? I tried to help you." I was deeply confused by the uninterested woman. Her head was hanging low, she felt like a ragged doll.
"People like your father have no honor, he doesn't deserve to be happy," Ojalá translated, she looked up to us. I could see the anger and sadness in her watery eyes.
"I was just sent to fetch some water for my poor mother who had to bore many children. Then, I was forced to serve men and bear their seeds." The tears finally fell on her cheeks, her small body trembled.
"Your father, he chose to flee because he was weak! He is not even a real omega, yet he chose to be a coward rather than staying for his family!" She sobbed. A raw cry came from her, I sat next to her on the bed.
"He decided to open his legs and bear children willingly to someone he should never have landed his eyes on !" She shook her head vehemently.
"He doesn't deserve this! Why are the Gods so unfair?! Why would Murio allow this man to live!" She cried like a child throwing a tantrum, yet her pain was so deep that despite her cruelty toward my family I took her in my arms. She hugged me tight as she cried on my shoulder, just like my sisters would when they were tired or sad.
I caressed her hair until she fully calmed down.
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I knocked on my parents door.
After some time, my dad opened the door, his hair wrapped in a scarf and he looked tired.
"Can I talk to father?" I asked softly. He went back in the room and father opened the door this time.
"Yes Hassan ?" He looked equally tired but also frustrated. He immediately understood that I was here to hear his next orders, he said to dad that he would be back quickly and dad wished me goodnight.
We both went downstairs in his bureau to talk quietly. He took out two glasses off his cabinet and took a bottle of whiskey.
"About what Mariama said, how should we proceed?" I asked as he poured the beverage in the glasses. He pushed mine toward me and sat down on his chair with a loud sigh.
"The woman? Well first of all, verify her claim. Some of our men need to infiltrate the surroundings of the people she mentioned. I already started with the council, they are on a close watch list." He sipped his whiskey and put the glass down. He looked at me straight in the eyes with seriousness.
"As for the Cat, I want you to be extremely cautious of your husband's actions and entourage. Put someone on him." I nodded. I felt uneasy about this order. Even though Alexander was extremely secretive and on his guard, It didn't feel right.
Then the earlier claims came back to me.
"And about what you said concerning my grandfather…" My father eyed me and sighed.
I had heard some things about foreign human and organ trafficking, some of my colleagues mentioning my dad's country. But this was news to me.
"Your dad knows nothing about this topic, do not bring it up. It is confidential, I'm sorry son. Also, your father wants to meet your aunt. We need to find a solution to this too." He suddenly got up and walked toward me.
"She is not our ally and never will be. I do not want our family to be associated with her, especially now."
"Alright, commander. I'll take care of this." He gave me a faint smile, tapped my shoulder and left.
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- His highness, the crown prince Alexander Hemsworth -
I barely remembered anything about that ride, the red veranium contributing to it. My body swayed with the carriage, the clapping sounds of the horses, a burning gaze on me.
The pressure of his body on mine as he pinned me against the door of his bedchamber.
Before I could even wish to fight back, I was pushed on his bed, his bedroom reeking of pheromones.
He wanted me to fight back, to be my usual snarky self. I was too tired, too ashamed, too drugged.
I couldn't move but I could see,
the smirk before the grip on my throat. The smell was so suffocating, I could feel the threatening tears burning my retina.
The sound of my clothes being ripped off my body.
He was rough, perhaps more than usual. My mind came and went.
I hoped it wouldn't last too long this time, I wished he would just get satisfied and just leave me alone. But it wasn't about sexual satisfaction, rather simple brutality.
It didn't hurt as much, the drug still had an effect on me.
He unleashed his violence on me, only because my hair was too red, my face too sharp.
Just like my father…
This time drugs really helped me, before I could feel more cruelty I simply lost my consciousness.
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To be continued...