“I said get off me! Get off me!”
She screamed with all her might and punched him hard on the face and anywhere her hands could reach as long as it would inflict pain on him but Joffrey didn’t seem to mind it. With every struggle she’s exhibiting, it only makes him more determined to make her his.
He’s laughing at her helplessness, toying at her misery as he tore open her shirt and buried his face on her neck directly sucking her flesh. He put all of his weight on her, trapping her between his legs while he firmly held both of his arms above her head giving her no chance of running away.
“No! You pig! Fuck you!” Her tears started streaming down her face due to lacking enough strength because she can’t even move him an inch away no matter how hard she pushed him away from her body.
“Fuck you!” was all she could say when he began to unclasp the brassier from her behind.
She stopped resisting to make him think that she has resigned to her ill fate but unbeknownst to him, while he’s busy nibbling on her neck which makes her gag, her hand which he freed to cup her breast is now already traveling into the other side of the side table to reach for the vase.
“That’s right, Devon. Just enjoy what I’m doing to you. Come on, my little lady. Moan for me.”
His hands went down to the waistband of her pants the same time that she caught the vase in her hand and aimed it at his head.
“Moan for your life, you fucking asshole!”
Without any hint of hesitation, she broke the vase on his head and grabbed a fragment and used it to stab his eyes. Joffrey yelped in pain before collapsing on her, blood trickling down from his head to her face.
Suddenly, flashes of her face drenched in blood inside a wrecked car assaulted her head.
“Devon, are you really sure about it? This might get a little bit dangerous.”
“I’m sure of it, Ariane. Get my baby out of here after they blow up my car.”
“How about your husband?”
“I’ll deal with him later if I survive. But promise me, you’ll give me back my baby if I ever live.”
Devon gasped hard and pushed away the body of Joffrey on top of her to be able to stand up and to wipe away the blood on her face. “What was that? Is that a memory or another one of my hallucinations? Ariane. Who is Ariane?”
Her sight went into Joffrey lying motionless on her bed soaking all her sheets with his blood and the weight of what she had done began to take a toll on her.
“Did I kill him? Gosh!” She covered her mouth when she began to tremble and fell to the floor when her legs became feeble. “I did kill him! What did I do?”
“Devon!”
She turned towards the window where his husband immediately jumped down and ran to her side to help her get up.
“Daemon!” she was still able to utter his name before she burst into tears in his arms.
“It’s okay. I’m taking you out of here. Come on…”
“Wait,” she stopped him when he’s about to carry her off. “I… Daemon, I killed a man! I killed Joffrey!” Pointing at the man whose body is bathing in his own blood, Devon bit her lips, scared about the consequences of her sins. “Daemon, I killed Joffrey. I… I broke the vase on his head and the blood. I have his blood in me.”
Daemon froze upon seeing Joffrey but then quickly turned back his attention towards Devon. He cupped her face and asked calmly. “Why did you do it?”
“Because he tried to rape me.” She erupted into another cry when she remembered how he forced himself unto her. “My parents let him in my room because they wanted me to divorce you so I could marry him.”
“You father is fucking nuts!” he growled and pulled her into his embrace again, his muscles tensed and his teeth clenching from trying to stay sane despite going feral inside after hearing Devon recount how that bastard assaulted her.
“Listen, you did the right thing. It’s only self-defense. What you did isn’t a crime. That motherfucking Joffrey is the one who came into your room to harm you. You should be proud of yourself for defending against someone like him.” He brushed her tears away. “Hush, Devon. I swear, I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”
He walked to the bed and felt his neck to check his pulse. “He’s still alive.”
She almost cried again in relief. She’s not a killer! She’s really not a killer. Whether it’s self-defense or not, the thought of killing someone is still the most abominable feeling she could ever feel.
“Daemon, what are you doing?” she sounded alarmed when he took out his gun and aimed at Joffrey.
“I will kill him. I won’t let any man on this planet lay a hand on you.”
“No, stop.” She blocked his way using her body and shook her head. “I won’t let your hands get stained by his blood. Daemon, you could be in jail before we even find Emily.”
“Then I will just make sure that he can’t use it anymore as a form of punishment for what he’d done to you because Devon, no one comes out alive and unscathed after they hurt my wife.”
With that, he blew up Joffrey’s manhood with one bullet.
“I’m sorry, Devon.”
From staring at the view outside the moving car, she switched her eyes from the trees on the road to look at Daemon.
“For what?”
“For arriving late. I should have come sooner to save you myself.”
She shrugged. “It’s my fault for insisting to meet my parents but you did come for me. Why? Why did you save me?”
She waited for an answer that did not come until they reached his mansion.
“It’s because I’ve made up my mind just like you told me. “