**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.**
Dream
Adea
What is she doing?
I don’t know, but I’ve missed you Korra.
I know. Me too. Whatever she’s doing isn’t good.
I know.
You need to get that off of you.
Why? I don’t know how I’m going to do that with my whole body chained down.
You need to try, Adea. Whatever it is, it isn’t good. I can sense it. Do whatever you can to get that off of you.
I think it’s useless, Korra. We’re not getting out of this one.
I don’t know what it is. What I do know is that it will change everything.
What do you mean?
I don’t know how but I just know. I smell darkness from this witch.
You’re not helping, Korra…
Don’t start crying now. Even if we can’t break free, we need to wipe that symbol off of your chest before she can complete the ritual.
Ritual?
Yes, Adea.
I don’t know how I’m going to stop this. As I panic and try to find a way to smear the symbol, the witch moves again. I watch as she walks over to my mate. His hair is loose and is falling in front of his face.
“Please, don’t hurt him,” I plead.
I know it’s the wrong thing to say, it’s the last thing that Alpha wants to hear but I can’t help it. I don’t want him to hurt any more than he already is. If the witch heard me, she doesn’t show any signs of it.
She stops in front of him and I watch as she bends in half. Her head is in front of his and she reaches out until her fingers press against his chest. He doesn’t shift back and I worry that he’s unconscious.
Maybe that’s for the best considering what’s about to happen. I can feel it, I don’t need him to tell me. The witch draws the same symbol on his chest but upside down. There’s a wrinkle on my forehead as my eyebrows push together.
I’m trying to figure out what she’s doing but I’m coming up blank. What could she do that would include the three of us? Standing to her feet, the witch straightens her back and walks to the head of the table.
She doesn’t look at me as she starts chanting. By this time, Alpha walks around the table, and he stops in front of me. His hands grip my thighs and I can’t help the whimper as he spreads them open.
I want to cry but I won’t. I watch helpless, my hands chained down over the sides of the table, while he steps between my legs. I know how this goes, it’s happened many times before but every time it happens it feels worse than the last.
Tears stream down and wet my ears. Alpha unbuttons his pants and they drop to the floor with a soft sound. I turn my head from him, needing to see if my mate is looking. I don’t want to know but the only mercy I can hope for is that my mate doesn’t have to see this.
Please, Goddess, please, anything but that. When my eyes land on my mate, he’s hanging from the wall, his body slack, his head bowed. For the first time since I saw him standing over Ava’s body, I smile.
I swallow, that’s okay, this is okay. I can do this. It’s okay if he’s knocked out. I’m okay with this happening as long as he isn’t watching. It’ll be like every other night, the tears flow as I turn back to face Alpha. The muscle in his jaw twitches angrily.
His eyes are on my core and I can taste the bile in my mouth again. I breathe deeply through my nose and his eyes raise to my breasts as I exhale. My legs are spread wide and soon there won’t be anything between us.
He’s gripping his hard cock in his hand and I brace myself. My fingers wrap around the edges of the table and I grip it tightly as he lines himself up with my opening. I’m not ready, I’m not wet but he doesn’t care.
He leans over me and in one thrust of his hips, he enters me. He’s filling me, stretching me uncomfortably. His eyes darken, his muscles flex and his grip on my thigh tightens painfully as he watches me cry out.
I bite down on my lip to stop him from thinking he was winning just because he hurt me. I jerked upwards to get away from him. I flinched as a few inches of him slipped out. He growled and his hands gripped my hips.
He pulled me down on his length and I moaned as he thrust forward hard into me. His fingers dug into my flesh and I tasted blood as I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out again.
I didn’t want my mate to wake up and see this. I didn’t want him to stir and hear any of this. Alpha growled as he pulled out of me and slammed into me, his balls slapping against my ass as he took me.
His stomach flexed as he thrust into me hard and fast, and my body slid up and down the table. I whimpered as the table groaned with each thrust of his hips. It hurt, it was too much.
It was too hard hard hard.
It was too fast fast fast.
Please.
Please stop this.
Alpha’s thrusts became harder. He fucked me without caring about my pain, he didn’t care if I was feeling good, he only cared about himself and his pleasure. He focused on my pain, he wanted it, possibly more than his own pleasure.
Alpha cursed and I felt him expand in me. He was getting close and I wanted to thank the Goddess. My fingers were numb from gripping the table so tight. The chanting grew louder as Alpha chased his orgasm.