His Dark Obsession

chapter 7 A Terrifying Crash

Evangeline

It is much later, perhaps three or four hours have passed, and I am lost. I don’t know where I am, and without my phone, I have nothing to guide me. They will know I am missing by now. Will someone come after me?

Tears burn at the thought of the monster I was given to. Like I was nothing more than a piece of property. I won’t go; I won’t let him take me.My knuckles are white, my nails digging into my hand, threatening to break through my tender skin as I grip the steering wheel with all my might. My hands are clammy and a bead of sweat rolls down the back of my neck as the scent of my fear perfumes the air while I try to navigate the roads.

Rain batters down on the windshield, making visibility extremely difficult, and I am straining to see past the car's hood. The wipers are moving as fast as they can, but it does nothing to help see the road ahead.

“Please, come on,” I whisper, peering at the darkness.

The road is narrow, winding around the bend of the hilly, rocky side. One wrong move and my car will go hurtling down the side of this very mountain.

How far am I? Would they find me?I press my foot on the gas a little too hard, the car's back end sliding on the slippery road. Quickly, I lift my foot off the gas pedal. I don’t even have a driver’s licence, so this isn’t one of my brighter ideas, considering driving isn’t something I have any experience with, for that matter, but… I have no other choice.

I can’t go back there. I won’t go back there.Fear envelops me at the memory that plagues my mind once more. My hands shake as I clutch the steering wheel tightly, my heart beating like a thousand drums as I ease the gas back on. I refuse to go back there. Even if I want to, the road is far too narrow to turn this car around.

Please clear up.

Tears burn my eyes, making what little vision I have out the window even worse. I can’t return to him, not when I know what he is… a monster.

My chest is heaving violently, and I can feel a panic attack coming on. Grandmother Philomena’s voice echoes in my mind.

‘Deep breaths, Evangeline. You may be an omega, but do not show your weakness!’

She is harsh, but I always thought she had a good heart. Did she? She has sold me like I am a piece of clothing.

I inhale deeply, counting slowly to ten as I exhale.

Slow and steady… breathe in… breathe out…I need to get away from Dark Falls immediately. The blaring sound of a horn and blinding headlights make me brake, sending me slamming into the steering wheel. My heart races as the car slowly drives past, honking in annoyance.

It’s okay, Evangeline, you’ve got this.I bite my trembling, plump lip, feeling the taste of blood lingering in my mouth as I restart the car again, taking another shuddering breath. I go round another bend when suddenly a menacing growl rumbles outside.

Screaming in fear, I let go of the steering wheel as something huge hits the windshield, shattering the glass. The impact sends my car off the rocky, winding road and tumbling down the side of the mountain.

No! I feel myself dropping at a terrifying speed and clench my eyes shut, not wanting to see death come at me. Yet when the car finally hits the bottom, I am flung back and forth, my nose slamming into the steering wheel, and pain rushes through my entire body as the car flips over several times before it comes to a stop.

My entire body is screaming with agony, and my head feels like it is about to explode.

Somehow, I am still alive. How? I do not know, but I am still breathing, though my heart might burst out of my chest at any second.

Glancing around, I am met with darkness.

What was that thing?My hands fumble with the seatbelt, yanking on it. Trying to undo my seatbelt, my heart beats violently as I tug at it with shaking hands, but it is too late. The car starts moving, becoming unstuck from between the two trees it is wedged between.

A deafening scream leaves me as I watch the terrain rush past the windows before it comes to a stop. The car smashes into the rocks below as my head snaps back, and blinding pain rushes through my waist and leg.

My head is pounding, and my vision darkens.

No. I don’t want to die!

Fear envelops me as I free myself from the seatbelt. Bits of glass are stuck in my arm, and I can smell the copper scent of my blood as it fills the air. Once again, I try to scramble out of my seat. I hiss when I realise my leg is stuck, the side of the car is completely smashed in, trapping me within its confines.

What should I do?I look around, realising that despite the pouring rain, there is a light. I squint, trying not to succumb to the darkness. Instead, focusing on the slight flickering of orange, blinking, I watch as it travels along the hood when clarity hits me.

Fire.The smell of oil fills my nose seconds later, and I realise if I don’t get out now, I really will die.

In my panic, I start yanking on my seatbelt. When that doesn’t work, I start banging on the door and scraping one of my legs, trying to free them. The flames grow closer, the heat coming in through the shattered windshield. I pull as hard as I can, but I am failing.

“Someone help me!” I scream, hissing when the metal rips through my leg as I tear it free.

Blood.

Blood is everywhere; I look at my hands, and the blood covering them makes my chest heave as I struggle to breathe. I realise I am far more injured than I had realised.

Flashes of blurred memories glare before my eyes, haunting me.

Blood… Fire… Dead bodies and screaming…

Focus, Evangeline… Come on…I cry out in pain as I break my other leg while freeing myself from the car. Tears of pain stream down my cheeks as I try to crawl free.

Goddess…Suddenly, the door is ripped off its hinges, and just as my vision tunnels, I see the black boots that slowly approach, the rushing rain splashing off them. Each silent step sounds like it is roaring in my ears.

Terror consumes me as I slowly look up at those legs clad in black jeans, the leather jacket he is wearing drips with water, and then I look into the blood-red eyes of the beast I am trying to escape.

A cold smirk crosses his handsome face as he crouches beside me, watching me. His gaze is almost amused that I tried to escape him. Slowly, he reaches down, pinching my chin between his fingers. I hiss at the pain in my neck as he ruthlessly forces my head up.

“Well, well, well… look what I caught. A scared little mouse. You didn’t think you could escape me, did you?” his deep, seductive voice comes, but it only makes a shiver run down my spine.

I try to jerk my face from his tight grip, but he pinches harder.

“Let me go,” I whisper, trying to pull away.

“I should punish you for making me chase you. Although I must admit, I love a good game of cat and mouse.” A whimper escapes me, and he tisks, clicking his tongue. “Don’t cry, love. I will let your disobedience slide just this once.”

“Please… Please…” I beg. “I never asked for this.” Tears spill down my cheeks, and my breathing is uneven and wracked with sobs.

“Don’t beg. The only time I want you begging is when you're on your knees with your lips wrapped around my–" A whimper escapes my lips at the idea of what he wants me for. His grip on my face tightens, and he chuckles.

"You're an omega. I'm sure you get the picture. After all, it's the only thing an omega is good for, worshipping an alpha," he snarls, his lips pulling back over sharp canines.

"And you will beg, Little Omega. You will worship me, cry, and plead.”

He is enjoying this; I can see it in his eyes as he leans closer, so we are nearly nose to nose. His lips brush mine with his next words. "Tell me I'm wrong, Little Omega," he purrs.

I shake my head. I don’t want to go with this man; I just want to go home, wherever that was.

Begging, I look up at him doing the very thing he said I would, just not in the way he envisions. “P-please let me go.” My voice is barely a shaky whisper.

"Now, why would I do that? We were just starting to have fun. Did it make your blood rise knowing I was hunting you?" he growls dangerously. His index finger runs down my neck, stopping at my pulse point.

"I bet it made your heart race, didn't it, Little Mouse?" he taunts me coldly as he leans in, brushing his nose across my cheek. My heart thunders when his tongue flicks across my cheek, catching the tears that refuse to stop.

"Hmm, your fear tastes so sweet. Are you sweet Little Omega? Or are you–" I jerk back, trying to pull out of his grip, and his lips tug up into a grin.

"Well, I guess I have my answer then,” he replies menacingly, his grip on me tightening. "I'll have so much fun breaking you in every way possible. And I won't just break your body but your soul, but by then, you'll willingly give it to me," he whispers dangerously into my ear.

"You don't want me, please. Just let me go," I plead.

“I can’t do that. You gave yourself to me the moment you defended that pup you call an Alpha." His grip tightens even more, the pain rushing through my already hurting body as he leans in close. His lips graze mine as he speaks.

“But don’t worry, Little Omega. Maybe one day, once you're useless to me and broken beyond repair. Maybe then I'll give you back to your precious Alpha. Sinclair, is it? Do you think he would want you then?" he taunts me, and I sob harder.

“But until then, we will have so much fun,” he purrs sadistically. My entire body trembles with fear and pain. He is too close. His tongue flicks out, grazing against the corner of my lips as he licks up a drop of blood.

“Delicious,” he growls. “Don’t worry, love, you won’t escape me again. After a while, you won’t want to. If you live, that is.”

It is the last thing I hear before I finally lose to the darkness.

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