Page 21 of Pet: Genesis

His words are like cold water, and I know he’s enjoying the predicament I am in—pleasure at the hands of the Leviathan who hurt my loved ones. I squeeze my eyes shut, grounding out my words.

“No.”

Instead of anger, I’m met with a deep chuckle.

Remus moves us with ease, lifting me up until I feel the cool press of the headboard against my back as he anchors me between him and the solid object. My legs wrap around his waist to hold myself up, and I can still feel the thick length of his shaft lodged inside of me. He’s eerily still as he pushes my hair away from my face, placing his palm against my cheek. I can hear the sound of my heartbeat, and I know he can too. His hand lightly wraps around my throat.

“Scream for me?” he asks.

I tremble, but I can’t bring myself to respond.

His grip around my throat tightens, cutting off my air supply, and my hands immediately fly to his. He takes it as an opportunity to grab both of my hands in one of his, forcing them above my head. His grip tightens, and I can feel the bones in my wrist slowly pulling apart just as searing pain begins to spread through my arms.

“I said scream.”

He emphasizes his command, thrusting hard, and I follow his words. I scream. My screams spurn him on, and he finds his rhythm, each of his thrusts grinding me against the wall of the headboard. His earlier attention to my body has me wet and wanting, as his thrusts become more urgent, the growing ache I felt rising to the surface. I feel myself cresting just as a wave of euphoria washes over me, and I shudder in pleasure. My inner walls begin to contract, the feel of Remus’s length dragging it out longer than I could have imagined. My screams mingle with my moans that echo off the walls.

Remus’s thick length grows larger inside of me before he finally shudders, his thrusts growing shallow until he sheaths himself fully. I feel the warm spurt of him bathing my inner walls just as our labored breathing fills the air. My throat is sore from the yelling and moaning, and I think maybe he’s done. Maybe he’s taught me the lesson he meant to.

My eyes fly open when I feel his finger tracing down my cheek, and my body involuntarily shakes from fear. The soft press of Remus’s lips against my cheek draws a small whimper from me. I can still feel him inside of me, and even though he just came, he’s still hard.

“I’m not done with you yet. Not for a while.”

My throat is raw. I wouldn’t be shocked if I managed to cough up blood today. I slowly crack my eyes open, looking around the room. A small whimper leaves my lips when I try to move. I can’t. My body hurts. Everywhere hurts, especially between my legs. Tears spill over, falling into my hair to soak the pillow. Obviously, this being isn’t human. And from the events of last night, he has no regard for the basic rights of humans.

I try to sit up and flinch as pain washes over my body.

Right on time, the wall on the far side of the room opens, and in walks the cause of my trauma. He looks unbothered, dressed inhis usual white, with his hair pulled back in that loose ponytail. If I weren’t traumatized from last night, I would scream at this moment. But my body settles for trembling.

He did it. To say he instilled fear would be an understatement. He instilled pure, unfiltered terror. Terror of him. His purple gaze travels to me, and the tears fall even harder as he approaches. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over my body. He reaches for me, and I flinch, closing my eyes. I slowly open them when I feel the cool sheets being pulled over my waist.

I look behind him when I see Ruth and Bertha walking in with trays of food in their hands. They silently set everything on the coffee table in the center of the room.

“You need to eat.” Remus’s voice pulls me from my focus. He’s looking at me with a blank expression like always. I can’t help but lower my gaze, not knowing what else to do. After a moment of silence, I feel Remus’s hands underneath my body as he easily picks me up. Panic sets in, and I try and struggle, pushing away from him. Remus isn’t fazed in the least by my struggles as he carries me out into the hall and to a separate bathroom, steam wafting through the air upon our entrance. He carries me to the clawfoot tub, placing me gently in the water. I still feel pain, but the warm water soothes my aching muscles.

I look down at my body through the water, and my eyes widen as shock comes over me. There are bruises all over my flesh—some in the form of fingers and some in the form of blotches. The longer I take in the bruising, the more I understand what it is as I recall Remus’s lips in these same exact places, suckling my flesh to bringforth my pleasure. My eyes wander up to Remus sitting on the tub’s edge, watching me. He’s gazing down at me with that purple gaze, not an ounce of regret on his face.

It’s terrifying that something like him exists in the universe, a being so powerful that he can conquer a planet and have zero regrets about the society he uprooted and destroyed.

“You look as if you resent me.” Remus’s voice echoes off the walls, his gaze holding an amused twinkle.

“I can never understand why the people of this planet feel they deserve the freedom to rule themselves. The biggest lie you instilled in your people for generations is that you all have the basic right to freedom,” he laughs.

He fucking laughs.

“You tell your people this, yet your history is riddled with slavery. Ancient civilizations...Rome...Scandinavia… Europeans and Africans. Humans existed who would voice that their enslaved bylawweren’t even human. They wereproperty.Oneman in Germany stood up and convinced an entire nation to wipe out an entire people. Blatantly sending them to their deaths. Where were your people then?”he asks, watching me curiously.

After a long pause, he snaps his fingers, smiling.

“Oh, that’s right. You were agreeing. Enslaving. You were turning on your own to help yourselves, believing lies told about your fellow man instead of opening your eyes to the truth. The history of this planet is stained with the blood of its inhabitants. That’s why humanity was so easy to conquer. You turned on one another when you needed each other’s strengths in differences the most.”

Remus reaches for my face, gripping my chin so that I can’t look away from his gaze, and although the water is warm, I feel a cold chill sweep through the room at his words.

“Abandon any notion that youdeservefreedom. It is not a basic right. That is the biggest lie that your race has ever conjured.”

He finally stands, pausing at the door to look back at me.

“Don’t ever rebel against me again. I will break you—right then, right there. And I do mean that literally.”

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