11 Teach You a Lesson

It's so painful.

 

How can I explain? On the shore, I could say I dropped the fireflies because I was being chased by the alphas. But then how do I explain why I jumped off the cliff while Klaus was fighting the giant tiger?

 

"Can't speak?" Klaus chuckled lowly, his hand squeezing tighter around my throat. He tilted his head, looking at me as if I were just a helpless ant about to be squished.

 

"Ugh!" I could only manage a faint groan as my windpipe constricted again. Tremors wracked my body from the cold, and I stared fearfully into those golden eyes.

 

"No words? What's your excuse this time?" With each question from Alpha Klaus, his grip on my throat tightened further. His expression was chilling, and the suffocation made white spots dance before my eyes.

 

"I..." I tried to speak, to say something, but no sound escaped. Lying on the uneven cave floor, my fingers weakly twitched a couple of times, almost useless.

 

The pain of suffocation made me dizzy, so when my clothes were being removed, I barely registered it. By the time I realized I could breathe freely again, Klaus had already undone my shirt.

 

"No... what are you doing?" I shook my head weakly, attempting to struggle, but my feeble arms were no match. My feeble attempts to push Klaus away were practically futile.

 

"What am I doing?" Klaus's golden eyes gleamed with eerie coldness. His silver hair was disheveled from the sea, and the wildness of his recent battle still lingered in his demeanor.

 

Now, he looked like a wolf who had just caught its prey in the night, bringing it to the den to enjoy its meal under the moonlight.

 

"I need to teach you a lesson, slave." Klaus's words dripped with cruelty, and I finally realized why he had spared me. He chose a fate worse than swift death. He would claim me here.

 

"Ugh!" A sudden burst of pain forced a short cry from me as I felt his fangs pierce my skin near my collarbone. Deliberately prolonging the agony, Klaus stared into my anguished face. Through my tear-blurred vision, I watched him lift his head, blood trickling from his mouth, staining his skin with an eerie crimson hue.

 

His silver locks still lay upon my bare chest, soaked through, and the damp black fabric of his clothes molded to his muscular form, radiating heat against the chill of the seawater, causing me to shiver uncontrollably.

 

"No, please... ugh!" I thought I was screaming, but in reality, I could only manage feeble moans.

 

My body was flipped over, and I lay back on my knees, his hard muscles pressing against my soft skin, bringing a searing heat and sensation.

 

My hands were pinned behind me, held firmly by Klaus with just one hand. His movements were filled with fury.

 

"Smack!" My buttocks were struck fiercely, the sound loud and powerful.

 

"Ah!" I managed to let out a cry, but then my mouth was muffled by Klaus' shirt. The salty scent of the sea mixed with Klaus's unique alpha aroma, silencing my voice.

 

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" Unable to make a sound with my mouth covered, my ears still worked. The small cave echoed with the slaps of Klaus's hand, each blow rapid and precise, landing in the same spot.

 

My once-soft buttocks quickly became overly warm, the pain spreading through my body. Under his domination, my body trembled, devoid of resistance, like a fish on a cutting board, merely awaiting the butcher's next move.

 

Klaus didn't even bother to lift my skirt; his big palm landed squarely on my buttocks. I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks, ashamed of this position I hadn't been in my life. Shortly after waking up from fainting in the sea, I was threatened by Klaus, then pressed against his legs, stripped of my dress, and disciplined harshly.

 

Thinking of this, the discomfort in my body and the anguish in my soul caused tears to flow uncontrollably, the transparent tears like broken pearls sliding down my face, wetting the clothes in my mouth.

 

My judgment was right. Klaus was definitely not a good person.

 

"Smack, smack, smack."

 

Klaus seemed to be calming down, his actions becoming gentler. I almost felt a strange, less harsh gratitude towards him for not being as severe as before.

 

I couldn't tell how long it had been until the cave returned to silence. I lay across Klaus's lap, barely able to discern the passage of time. After the sharp pain subsided, a slow, lingering itchiness and burning sensation took over. I couldn't see the state of my buttocks, but I could imagine it must look terrible and unsightly.

 

The cloth in my mouth was pulled out, and my lips, swollen from the struggle, almost refused to close.

 

Klaus cradled my body again, adjusting my position with his powerful arms. This time, I found myself lying in his embrace.

 

"Crying so hard?" Klaus brushed away the tears on my face with his calloused fingers. I looked up at him with slightly swollen eyes as he raised an eyebrow in mild amusement.

 

"My slave, I've been quite lenient with you." Klaus draped an arm around my shoulders, his another hand reaching under my skirt to pinch the bruised flesh on my buttocks. As his fingers pinched the swollen and sensitive skin, it felt as if he were directly pinching my nerves of pain, and once again, tears welled up in my eyes.

 

"Does it hurt?" Whether it was the slaps that temporarily vented his anger or seeing my constant tears that pleased him, Klaus asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

"Please," I bit my lip, my voice weak and tinged with tears. "I know I was wrong, Klaus. I promise I won't do it again."

 

"Klaus?" He chewed on the word in his mouth, lowering his raised eyebrow once more. "It seems you still don't understand where you went wrong, slave."

 

A sharp pain shot through my waist as Klaus lifted my limp body with his strong arms, pressing me tightly against his chest. His hands roamed over my body. My cold skin was vigorously kneaded by his hot palms, and my body felt like a piece of dough being kneaded and flattened by him.

I sat in his arms, my upper body bare. The fierce sea wind assaulted my weakened body, and I could only rely on Klaus's warm chest for the only hint of warmth.

"No! Please," I closed my eyes, tasting the flavor of tears sliding past my lips, but unable to resist any of Klaus's actions. I could only close my eyes, pretending that the impending events did not exist.

"Rip..."

The sound of fabric tearing echoed in my ears. My legs were spread apart, and once again, my back pressed against the damp stone wall.

"You are my slave. Let me fill your body and mark your identity."