Page 89 of Pet: Genesis

“You’re not taking me from my home,” I say. My voice is stronger than it’s been in a while as the will he’s come to admire so much rears its head. Remus laughs next to me.

“Your home? Iris, you can’t be serious. You have no home anymore. Your place is by my side. I thought we—”

“Well, you thought wrong! You’ve taken everything from me! You took my family, my childhood, my innocence, my life! Is thatnot enough for you? You want to pull me away from my planet and deepen my suffering?” I ask, looking at him. A hint of anger touches his features as he studies me.

“Iris you’ve been offered a new path in life, how is that suffering?” he asks.

“I never asked for your mercy,” I growl.

“But I gave it to you.” Remus angles his head, studying me as if he’s genuinely trying to figure me out. He doesn’t understand. He’s too powerful to understand what heavy meaning Earth has to me. He could never understand my feelings or my life.

“You’re not taking me away from here,” I say more firmly.

Remus’s eyes narrow as he studies me, and he steps closer to me just as the rain begins to fall. He towers over me, glaring at my form. The blue in his eyes burns brighter than the purple, the black of his pupil dilating slightly.

“I think you’re confused, Iris. You don’t have a choice in the matter.”

I eye him, tears forming in my eyes as he studies me. The rain falls around us, and it takes me a moment to notice that none of it touches us. The rain drops onto the invisible shield, rolling into the dirt to never grace our flesh because of Remus. Even in this small moment, he displays the sheer power he holds over me. He’s right, I don’t have a choice. And I never will as long as I remain by his side.

As the rain thickens, Remus steps back. “Come. Let’s get you inside.”

He silently walks next to me, his hand on the small of my back as he leads me toward the house. My head is spinning as my thoughts come together: Our conversations, Remus himself as a being, and his interaction with the world around him. He’s powerful. He’s too powerful. He will never see our planet as anything other than a means to an end. And whatever purpose he has for humans is worse than anything he’s done up to this point. Remus is a threat by existing and will never abide by our morals or rules. He doesn’t have to. And that includes his dealing with me.

Not once since my capture has the thought of suicide crossed my brain. Not once. It’s as Remus said: I want to live and experience. But the idea of that has officially dissipated altogether. And I would rather die than be stuck by his side. My desire to fight may have left, but my desire to spite Remus has not.

We come closer to the edge of the house, and I note that the cliffside is only a few feet away. My heart skips as I anticipate my plan, and I can only hope that Remus will mistake it for my anger at not wanting to leave. My footsteps falter, but Remus doesn’t seem bothered by them as he keeps walking toward the entrance. I silently move toward the edge of the cliff, and Remus has yet to notice me.

It’s only a few feet away.

Remus has his back to me as he presses his palm against the wall, and I use the opportunity. I take off toward the edge of the cliff, ignoring the sound of my name. I keep my hand on the clasp that holds his cape around my shoulders, forcing my brain to remain calm in my situation. I must time it perfectly. I reach the edge ofthe cliff, not hesitating when I feel a hard pull on the lengthy fabric. Just as I feel the tension, I release the clasp, the fabric falling from my shoulders. The feel of water and rain falling on me awakens my senses just as the bottom of the cliffside comes into view. It’s a steep drop.

“Iris!”

I enjoy the panic I hear in Remus’s voice. My timing is perfect, and my stomach begins to drop as gravity takes hold of me, and I begin to fall. I close my eyes letting myself finally enjoy the freedom I’ve been craving. I know death will be waiting for me at the bottom. He doesn’t win.

My freedom is short-lived as the world around me is flipped sharply. I feel the rough grip of a hand around my ankle, and I’m pulled out of the air, my body colliding with the ground. I cry out in pain, the heavyweight of the rain doing nothing for the rough earth beneath me. I groan, sitting up to see Remus standing over me. He’s holding the fabric of his cape in his hands, eyeing it before dropping his head in his hands as a laugh escapes him. It starts as a small chuckle before morphing into a laugh.

It’s chilling.

Even now, the rain has picked up, but still not a drop touches him or his skin. The blacks of his pupils dilate quickly as he fights for control. My attempt to move away from him is thwarted by the lack of oxygen in my lungs from the impact.

“You ungrateful..,” Remus trails off, standing over me. He places his hand over his face as if he has a sudden headache, and a monstrous growl rips from his throat. He bares his teeth at me likea wild animal, and my eyes immediately fall on those terrifyingly sharp canines.

I ignore the pain, shifting myself across the grass, trying to move away. I look toward the edge of the cliff, crawling in an effort to get away, but Remus is on me, his hand grasping my ankle as he drags me away from the edge of the cliff. My eyes widen in shock when a wall of earth suddenly builds from the ground, blocking my attempt at jumping. My nails dig into the earth as I’m dragged away from the ledge. Remus whips me around to face him, and I cry out in frustration. I let my fear fuel my rage.

“Kill me! Just kill me! I would rather die than be trapped by your side!” I screech. I open my eyes when I feel nothing, and I’m met with Remus’s chilling expression. His eyes are completely dilated, but he seems to be focused on me in a way I’ve never seen before.

He leans into me, his nose trailing over my throat, causing my body to shiver from the immediate fear of his close proximity. Whatever his shift is, my body understands it as an instinctual threat. Remus grips my face, holding my gaze as his free hand travels to the dress I’m wearing, pulling the material in one swift movement, exposing me to his gaze.

I’m paralyzed as terror wracks me. I’ve never seen Remus like this. He’s terrifyingly calm yet not in control of himself. And I don’t know how to cope with it.

“Remus, please.” My voice is trembling as he continues to study me. Remus pulls my bra off of me, his hand finally leaving my face as his lips come into contact with my skin. He trails hot kisses down my throat, pulling my flesh between his teeth, suckling hard. I cryout, my body reacting exactly as he wants it to. I open my mouth to plead, caught off guard when he captures my nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling over the sensitive area. I arch my back as pleasure begins to pool between my legs, my hands pressing against him.

I thread my fingers through his hair, trying to pull him away from me, but it’s no use. A groan escapes my lips when his free hand travels between my legs. He gently strokes between my legs, waiting until I am wet enough for him to enter me with his fingers. I cry out as he finds a steady rhythm, stroking me to pleasure that only he can provide. He continues to stimulate me, and it shocks me how gentle he’s being in his current state. He moves his lips back to my throat, which he seems to be favoring as he sucks at the skin, pulling it between his teeth as his tongue lightly strokes the tender spot.

I feel him shifting only slightly before his fingers are replaced with a much bigger object. My eyes open just as he thrusts, entering me swiftly. I cry out as he shoves my legs apart, his thrusts becoming more violent, each time jarring so that the ground digs deeper into my back with each thrust. Pain and pleasure mingle to create an almost euphoric feeling. I cry out when suddenly I feel water on my face. I open my eyes, realizing Remus has let the waterfall around us, just as his fingers thread through my hair, pulling my throat to the side.

An ominous growl that is far from human rips through the air, and I can’t begin to decipher what’s happening.

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