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"Stop it!" I wanted to scream, but my voice was barely audible. Gasping heavily, the words left my mouth and escaped like a whisper on the wind. He didn't react and pulled me by the arm deeper into the dark forest, deeper into the hell I was in. I had trouble walking because the pants were hanging around my ankles, and I almost fell if he didn't hold me tight. "Don't be silly! You should thank me for choosing you! And if you get pregnant, we'll be a real family." He told me with a grin and then stared back into the forest in front of us.

I got ice cold at his words and tried again and again to tear myself away from him, but it was useless. No matter how much of my remaining strength I used, he had more of it left, but I wanted to fight back, didn't want to believe that this was all really happening.

With a jerk he unexpectedly shoved me and I fell painfully face down on the hard forest floor. I suffered from terrible pain all over my body and had to strain to be able to support myself on my hands at all. Before I could sit up, however, he used brute force to rip my pants off my ankles and knelt behind me to gently rub my back.

I lay there dumb and stunned, let myself fall back, face turned to the side and the roots of a large tree in front of my eyes. My thin arms lay flat on the floor next to my trembling body, feeling his touch all over it like someone rubbing nettles on me.

"Aiden..." I whimpered pitifully, but he kissed my neck with a groan and then pulled on my shoulder to lay me on my back. "Yes sweetie?" he breathed, looking me in the face while pressing between my bent legs. I wanted to feel anger, or sadness, even fear, but I didn't feel anything anymore. It was as if my soul had vanished into nothing, watching me from afar while my trembling body was all I had left.

I tried to push against his chest one last time, but he smiled at my pathetic attempt to free me and looked straight into my eyes as he took both my hands in his to hold them firmly in the forest floor next to my shoulder to press.

I looked into his eyes, but didn't see anything. He looked blurry, as if he were a ghost created only in my imagination, and suddenly, I felt a deep pain between my legs, pushing the tears from my eyes and making me whimper bitterly.

Moaning and rocking back and forth, he licked my chest and kissed my lips again and again, but I didn't reply. Had lost the courage to fight back, basically I had lost everything in that moment. My life seemed over, at least the will to live waned more and more with every push. I looked up, crying, saw the branches swaying slightly in the wind, but I couldn't see everything clearly through the tears. Only his sickeningly agitated hum sounded low and clear to the core of my consciousness, and no matter how hard I tried to block it out, I couldn't shake it.

His body was speeding up, and with it the pain was getting bigger and his moans louder and louder until he let his heavy body fall limp on top of me and breathed in and out hard. I lay there, abused, alone, ashamed, and I didn't know if I ever wanted to get up again. He had taken everything from me.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, rubbing his body against mine while sticking his tongue deep in my mouth and groping my breasts. I closed my eyes exhausted, hoping to fall asleep and never wake up again.

It was an eternity before the blonde got up from my body and I opened my eyes again. Without taking his eyes off me and my violated body, he pulled on his clothes and ran a hand through his hair proudly. I looked at him, but didn't realize what was happening at all, finally knowing how Camilla felt that day, when she seemed paralyzed.

"I've always imagined it, but that was hotter than any idea could ever be." He beamed and roughly put my pants back on. "Get up, we have plans." He slapped my cheek lightly twice and tried to pull me up by the hand, but I couldn't move. No matter how hard I tried, it was like I was paralyzed. Trapped in a defenseless body where fear and panic reigned supreme. The shaking even stopped, my body was too weak after this act of destruction.

"Didn't I tell you get up?!" he yelled at me angrily and pulled my arm harder until I was standing in front of him on shaky legs and almost collapsed again, but he held me under my arms and kissed my forehead . "It'll get better. You'll get used to it," he breathed, lifting me into his arms.

I closed my eyes again and let him carry me through the dark forest. Hopefully he would bury me alive somewhere around here, that would still be better than going through that again, I thought before falling asleep, broken and exhausted, in my tormentor's arms.

When I slowly woke up again, my first glance fell on his face, which seemed victorious and happy, but I immediately broke away from his sight. The disgust in front of him sent a shiver down my spine, from which I had to shake myself. He still carried me across the forest, no sound being heard except that of his heavy footsteps over branches and leaves.

"Sleep well?" he asked softly, but I didn't look at him, and I didn't intend to answer. I stubbornly directed my gaze towards the darkness until he suddenly let me down and roughly took my chin in his hand. "If I ask you something, you have to answer me!" he hissed and walked past me.

For a moment I thought about escaping and looked behind me, but how far would my broken body take me, certainly not even a big step and he would have me back with him. If you had to go through hell, then you should go to the end, where hopefully you would find a light that would rescue you from this burning abyss.

My heart screamed with pain as I took the first hesitant steps after him, but I had no choice but to follow the devil into the darkness.

After a few trees, when I finally saw something other than just forest, I recognized a small hut on the edge of a small meadow. I looked questioningly into the face of the blonde standing next to me, but as soon as he looked at me, I avoided his eyes in disgust and turned my attention back to the cabin.

"I'll give you ten minutes to say goodbye because it's you," he suddenly informed me, leaning his back against a tree from which he kept his eyes on me. I stared back and forth between him and the cabin in irritation, until a familiar smell hit my nostrils.

I immediately started running, but stumbled and landed in the soft grass. But I didn't lie down, but quickly got up and ran on to the small hut whose windows were boarded up and whose door was wide open.

My heart was beating so loud I thought it could be heard to infinity, but I quickly forgot myself and saw Emma and Aleks tied up in the corner of the room. I widened my eyes and bent down to rip the tape off their mouths. "Oh god Melody, I've never been happier to see you," came Aleks, who at least was still able to speak, because unlike him, Emma only made anguished noises that reflected her pain and almost threw me brought despair.

"You have to leave as soon as I distract him." I ordered them through tears and at the same time untied their hands and feet, shaking. "He's here?" Emma cowered, crying, and backed into the corner as if not wanting to challenge him and would rather obey than fight. Who could blame her.

Glad to have a reason to fight again, I helped Aleks to his feet, who smiled at me like all was right with the world, even in spite of our hopeless situation. The blue eyes locked on mine as he stroked my hand soothingly. "I won't leave you alone." He breathed and put his forehead on mine. Together we closed our eyes as if trying to transmit power to the other.

That moment was interrupted by an angry Aiden calling out to us from outside, choking me again. Without saying a word, I broke away from Aleks and wanted to be the first out of the hut, but the brown-haired man held my arm, turned me to him, and gave me a kiss that felt so beautiful, as if our lips were for each other definitely. I would have liked to enjoy it more, but Damien suddenly appeared in my mind and the bitter taste of Aiden's lips clung to mine.

Aleks reluctantly pulled away from me and strode out of the hut, head held high, pulling me behind him while I looked at Emma, who was still crouched in the corner with her hands over her face. The hatred for Aiden kept growing inside me. It wasn't the anger he had done to me, but what he had done to the people I felt something like love for.

"I hope you had fun. Where's Emma?" Aiden asked amused, grinning and approaching us to pull my hair away from Aleks. "Let her go immediately!" he yelled, but when Aiden suddenly put a knife to my throat, Aleks stopped dead and held his hands in the air in surrender. "If anything happens to her, it'll only be because of you weak people, because I didn't mean to kill her." he growled blonde and grabbed my waist tightly.

My heart was in my mouth and I tried with all my might to get Saphir to transform me, but it was like she was gone forever, abandoning me. "You can decide, because we are a team. One may live, one must die.", Aiden breathed into my ear from behind, just loud enough that Aleks, who was standing in front of us, could also hear it.

I turned to Aiden with wide eyes and in desperation I tried to offer him everything I had to avoid a bloodbath because after what he did to me I knew he was capable of anything. "Aiden please. I'll stay with you. I'll give you children and I'll always treat you with respect, but please please don't hurt them." I begged the tall blond and took his hand in mine.

He looked briefly at my tear-stained face, kissed my cheek and nodded, letting go of my hand. "If that's the case, then I guess I'll have to decide for myself."

There was an endless slow motion in front of my inner eye, and even if everything seemed so slow to me, everything happened so fast that I couldn't do anything.

With her back to me, Aiden walked up to Aleks, who was staring wistfully into my eyes over his shoulder. I wanted to go towards him, stretched my hand in his direction, but watched transfixed as the blue eyes widened and a soft gasp escaped his mouth.

Aiden took a step back, holding the bleeding knife and smiling at me. I couldn't breathe anymore, felt like my heart had been ripped out and with the last of my strength I ran to the brown-haired man who was holding both hands over the wound on his stomach, which was bleeding so profusely that I knew nothing would ever come back be all right.