IX.

ALESSANDRA

Today was like the rest of the day. There was not much difference. Even today Hades spoke to the most of all the people he met. Seeing him, for a moment, I felt as if Hades did not need me at all. He needs me because he does not show what he is. 

We also went to the arcade where we both played many games together. 

At first he said that he is not fond of playing games. I thought that I would win because he never had any interest in playing, but I turned out to be wrong. That person is adept at playing such games. 

I thought that he would not even know how to run his hands on the machine, but he was moving his hands like a pro, as if running water. He beat me in all the games we played. 

“There is no need to make such a face now. You were the one who was jumping to play!” He said, walking with me, while his hands were resting inside the pockets of his pants.

“You’re a cheater!” I gritted out.

“How?” He rolled his eyes when I just glanced at him. He looked hot while doing that. So damn hot. 

“You said you don’t like to play!” I literally sounded so dumb. 

“But I didn’t say that I don’t know how to play?” 

These things still haunt me. I had thought that after defeating him, I would raise my nose and tease him, but it did not happen at all. Because I also like to play. But it is useless to even think about competing with Hades. His hand is as sharp and fast as his mind. 

But it is good that he did not tease me. I was angry that I lost and he only told me that I should not make my face like that. 

But whatever we say, time went well with Hades. I did not feel pathetic and annoyed by being with him because I know that if I had stayed at home, I would have cried thinking about Nate. 

I knocked on the door and Mom opened it. 

“How’s your day, sweetie?” She asks me with a huge grin on her lips. 

“Good…” I assure her. Taking my bag, she walked inside while I followed her. Reaching the living room, I noticed the door of the guest room was opened. 

Noticing that, I could not help but ask her, “Is there anyone inside?” 

“Yeah… you should come inside and meet him.” And before I could even ask her anything, she held my wrist and pulled me inside the guest room. I willingly followed her but my eyes slightly widened when I saw Nathaniel in the living room. 

He was sitting on the couch and was sipping something through the mug. I guess coffee, because of its strong aroma. 

“Hey, Allie…” He waves his hand as soon as he sees me. I force my lips to stretch into a smile. I literally did not feel happy by seeing him because I did not expect him. Yes, I did not! 

“Hi, Nathaniel… I didn’t expect you… um… here…” I literally wanted to bite my tongue for not stopping. It must have sounded so rude. I think it was ferocious! My tongue was ferocious. 

This is how Alessandra Irad greets her guests! 

“Yeah, actually—,” and before he could answer me, my mother interrupted him, “On the way, I felt dizzy and was about to faint when Nathaniel saved me. Thank you, child.” Meanwhile, she threw a glare in my direction which indirectly told me to keep my mouth shut, if I cannot speak nicely to him. 

But I could ignore what she said or signalled. 

“What! Mama, how many times have I told ya that there’s no need to go out on your own to do anything! You can find everything on the doorstep of your house, so why go out! Did something happen to you?” I felt like yelling at her but suppressed my loud voice. I do not want to hurt my mother by shouting at her because of a little anger. 

I do not even care that Nathaniel is with us in this room listening to us. My mother is most important to me. 

“No, honey, I’m fine… just look at me…” She shrugged her shoulders, standing in front of me. Is my mother kidding me like Hades? 

I step closer and my eyes scan her. The skin around my forehead crinkles when I focus on her face only. 

“I see…” I cup her face before leaving it and then looking at Nathaniel. He smiles at me suddenly. I smile back. 

“I should go now…” I look for an excuse to leave. They nod and I sigh that I do not have to pretend to be a happy Allie in front of them. I myself do not understand why but I do not feel comfortable around Nathaniel. 

I just go to my room and take a warm shower. 

••

I squirm a bit when I feel hot breath on my lower lips. My teeth catch my bottom lip between them and I cannot help but tug on them as I feel this so much more than anything. 

The skin presses against my inner thighs and then a long lick makes me gasp loudly as it moves up to my slit. I feel like an electric current passed through my spine, setting my body straight on alarm. I felt like flying at that mere action. It felt amazing. 

The soft and gently slow licks start moving up and down, driving me insane. I clutch the sheet between my fingers while my head thrashs to the side, trying to hold on to this. One more lick goes up and I feel my legs start quivering in no time because of it. It makes them numb though I try to dig my heels harder. 

The soft skin brushes against my inner thighs, giving my skin a tingling sensation. I inhale sharply, clutching the sheets tightly and this time, a serrated edge tugs on my folds, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my body. 

The pain causes my legs to stretch in automatically but soon, a mighty hold catches them. I feel my legs stretching apart with a vicious grip that forces them. 

Before I could meet with that pain, the warm and strong thing meets my folds again, creating a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure at the same time. I arch my back, clutching the sheets even tighter because the solid grips only give me a twinge every time I try to stretch-in my legs—which is getting impossible. 

The force applied by the tongue now increases and I then feel an edge tugging on my vertical lips before becoming ferocious. This makes my breathings ragged. My chest arches up and I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter to ignore this unnecessary feeling. 

It is becoming ruthless now. But I find it hard to open my eyes. I feel so desperate to open my eyes and find this a nightmare but they resist doing it. 

I whimper when the pushes become harsh. I thrash my head to my side, trying to open my eyes but I feel like someone has glued my eyelids together. My heels now go deeper but no end comes to stop them. 

The spiky edges now tugs violently on my folds and I feel hot tears flowing out of my eyes. The pleasant feelings I got a moment ago were long gone and the only thing I was receiving was pain only. 

The hold becomes rougher and the canines become sharper now. I feel like this will be the end of me. Even though I am dying to get up, I am not able to do it. 

And at last when I feel like my breathing will be stopped forever, my eyes flicker open and I try to adjust my gaze slowly. The light coming through the side, tries to poke the corner of my eyes but after putting my warm palms on my eyes, I comfort them tenderly.

Opening them slowly, I look around myself and find myself in my room. I sigh when I realize it was really a horrible nightmare. 

Thank God… I keep lying for a minute. 

A gust of cold wind passes through my chest and I immediately put my arm on my chest, preventing it from touching the wind. I feel no blanket on me. Going deep, I find the edge of my blanket on my stomach. I stretch it up to cover my chest and when my hand lands on the bed, I think of taking a turn. 

Deciding to turn to my right side, from where the sunlight is coming through, I move my body but my lower region aches as soon as I join my knees together. 

Why am I feeling pain there? I frowned deeply and immediately sat up on the bed. I wince loudly and my hand immediately lands on my stomach. It is hurting like hell now! 

“But why?” I questioned myself and with trembling hands, I removed the quilt from me. I slowly pushed it aside and looked at my thighs. My shorts were already stretched up because I was sleeping like a bruh girl and to my utter shock and disbelief, I saw large handprints on both of my inner thighs. 

My hands clasped on my mouth as tears brimmed my eyes. 

This can’t be real! I shook my head and then tried to get up when my legs twinged. My core was hurting like hell. It was the part where I was aching the most. My legs felt numb and the handprints gave me goosebumps. 

Just how and when! The only questions I could think about. 

Who did that?  

Was I conscious at that time? 

Or was I sedated? 

I had no answer to my questions. 

I close my eyes and inhale deeply. I do not know anything about it but I am getting myself into becoming a ‘come come, disaster cat’. 

Really? I am still not able to believe it. 

Last night someone was with me, the thought is burning me. I still cannot believe that it is true. I gulp hard before getting up and letting my legs feel the pain because of carrying my weight. A sharp pain shoots through my lower region when I get up. While walking towards the door, I feel tears welling up my eyes. 

My heart clenches when I remember the same pain again. I feel my palms getting sweaty because of it. How did I become so careless? Although I cannot believe it really happened last night, another corner of my mind was telling me how that stranger came into my room. 

Reaching the door, I twist the door knob and pull the door open. Walking inside after closing the door behind, I take my toothbrush and reach out to grab the toothpaste but I do not find it in its place. 

“Now where it is…” I almost feel like crying and my ears hurt when I speak with my jammed throat. It is like wires are wrapped around my throat. 

I look around the bathroom and my eyes land on the toothpaste. It is lying on the floor with the lid open. Just great. I huff and bend down to grab it, ignoring my twinging lower region. I am trying hard to ignore it but it is getting difficult. 

Once I successfully take the tube, I get up and put it on my brush. Bringing it closer to my mouth, I look at myself through the mirror when my eyes widen suddenly. 

My whole focus is captured by the letters written on the mirror, making everything blurry for my vision. I do not see anything except that.

“You are delicious,” I read the letters in a slow whisper, written by my toothpaste. A small whimper leaves my trembling lips and I stumble back. It is terrible.

I can’t believe it, I yell inwardly, shaking my head no. 

“Last night really happened…”