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When I finally lost consciousness, slumping limp in his grip, he finally pulled the gun free.

Chapter 6

Rei Kurosaki

I woke up in my own bed, but I had no fucking idea how I got there.

The last thing I remembered was the forest.

My hand flew to my throat instinctively. It was sore.

Swallowing hurt.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

I sat up slowly, head spinning, a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes.

My body felt used. My muscles were sore from running, my knees were bruised from the forest floor, and between my legs… fuck.

My pants were still stiff with dried cum.

The memory of that humiliating, untouched orgasm crashed over me like ice water.

Coming hard just from him fucking my mouth with a gun.

Gagging, crying, leaking like a desperate slut while he laughed at me.

Nausea rolled through my stomach. I felt sick. Disgusted with him.

Disgusted with myself.

How the hell had my body betrayed me like that? How had fear and adrenaline twisted into something so filthy and addictive?

I forced myself out of bed on shaky legs.

The clock said it was still early, enough time to pull myself together before school. I stripped off the ruined uniform, avoiding my reflection for as long as possible, and stepped into the shower.

After the shower, I went through my skincare routine on autopilot - cleanser, toner, moisturizer - my hands moving mechanically while my mind replayed every second in the woods.

I pulled on a fresh black shirt and clipped a deep red flower into my dark hair.

Blood red today.

My phone was blowing up on the nightstand. One hundred missed calls from Marco. Two hundred messages. I wasn’t exaggerating.

There were dozens of videos from yesterday, students filming Dimitri getting me into his car. Marco’s texts got increasingly frantic.

Marco:

Rei where are you??

Marco:

Please tell me you’re okay.

Marco:

I’m losing my mind. Call me.