The Moon's Light

Chapter Twelve

The acceptance and gentle coaxing towards normalcy bolstered my courage significantly. It gave me the push, the strength, to ask Katty to start removing my scars. I wanted that lightness of remembered goodness again. And I could stand some discomfort to get it.

Although, Katty did her best to keep it all as comfortable as possible. She was gentle during every session, and never made me feel forced or rushed. In fact, she usually offered to stop before I had even come close to hitting my limit. She also would wait until I asked for a continuation of the process after the first time. I supposed to make sure she could always say it had been my idea.

I was elated when the last of the scars came off. I just hadn't been expecting how much havoc it created in my mind. For eight years I had belonged to someone. I had had a purpose, however sick and twisted that purpose had been. Now that I was finally free of the Vampires that had ruined my life, I felt adrift. Lost. Completely cut off from everything I had known for half my life.

It sent me careening into some of my more brutal flashbacks without rhyme or reason.

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I screamed through the wire holding my jaws apart as Pierre shoved his way into my ass without warning. Sophia had spent the last hour, it seemed, preparing me. Nothing could have prepared me for the burning stretch as Pierre seated me in his lap for the first time.

"Move human."

I blinked at the tears in my eyes and shook my head. There was no way.

"I said move." I whimpered as Pierre lifted me up, then let me fall back down into his lap. I didn't think it was possible, but it felt like he had gone even deeper that time.

I jerked in surprise when Sophia was suddenly in my face. I shot her a pleading look, wanting her to end this. Tell Pierre to stop. I would even settle for a comment about breaking her toys. Instead she was cupping my face and leaning in towards my throat. I sucked in a panicked breath and fought to get away.

I didn't want her to bite me. She would flood me with pheromones again and force me to feel pleasure. Make me want it. Make me a willing accomplice to my own rape. I didn't want that. I struggled to make words through a wide open mouth and moaned when it did nothing.

She bit down.

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And I woke up.

I sat up in a panic, trying to adjust to where I was and with whom. For a heart-stopping moment, I was between Pierre and one of his mistresses. Then I blinked and they became Katty and Jason. I was still freaked enough to want out. I tried to climb over Katty to get to the door.

I moved too fast. Too harshly. It woke her up and she shifted. She took in a breath and mumbled sleepily. She sat up, rubbing her face. I swallowed as I scrambled away from her in terror. I accidentally bumped Jason, drawing a groan from him. I froze, terrified that I would make another wrong move.

"If you want out just say so." She slowly turned and looked at me, studying me. The tired look in her eyes faded a little as she woke up some more and she gave me a concerned expression. "Or you can stay if you want." She got up and moved for the bathroom. I waited tensely until the door clicked closed, then I was scrambling off the bed and scooping up my clothes. I yanked them on so I was covered before dashing back to the safety of my own room.

I shut the door behind myself and locked it as I leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. Panic clawed in my chest and weighted my stomach down. Constricted my airway. I reminded myself I was alone. I didn't have to be afraid.