When the Villains Unite - Volume 1 - Chapter 9; Part 1
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions/alluding to sexual assault
After laying me down on the bed, Bellamy went to his desk and pulled out a vial of lube and another unrecognizable ointment. He set them both on the bedside table, looked out the window, and snapped his fingers. Strange things happened when he made this gesture, a sign his magic was working.
I looked out the window, wondering what he had done. Most likely, he set fire to the carriage we were traveling in. Inside the carriage was my dress reduced to rags, and bodily fluids… It was filled with things that others should ever see.
After doing something that would have been unfathomable to any other normal human, Bellamy nonchalantly sat down on the bed, took a handful of my hair, stroked and kissed it.
Damian, unconcerned with what Bellamy did, had already removed his top and sat down comfortably beside me, looking more mischievous than usual.
They were back to being the men I knew and I was relieved to see them back to their normal selves. Their acts in the carriage, at least now, seemed forced even though I should be angry with them over what happened earlier.1 this sentence feels just so awkward but i didnt know how to write it better. basically she knows she should be mat at them for how they acted in the carriage, but their acts seemed force
I felt anger bubbling up thinking about it, but I still relished in the excitement it caused and felt an unfamiliar tingle in my chest. It was as if I was about to remember something that I had buried deep into my mind.
This feeling has happened before. I frowned as I continued to feel the tightness in my chest.
Why do I feel this way?2 yes the feeling is referring to the count’s assault
Damian watched me carefully, then spoke up.
“Are you… crying?”
“No, I don’t know why…”
I stood up, denying his words as tears fell from my eyes. I wiped my eyes with my hands.
My tears were soaking my cheeks and hands. Why am I doing this… Why am I crying?
It wasn’t the first time I accepted them, and even if it was a bit coercive, it wasn’t painful enough to make me cry. There certainly was more pleasure than pain, anyway.
But why…
“… Ugh…”
But as soon as I realized I was crying, my tears were uncontrollable.
I wasn’t the only one shocked by my sudden sobs. I could see Damian wincing at the sudden outburst.
I lowered my head and bit my lip to hold them back, not wanting to show them before I understood why I was crying. My shoulders pitifully shook as I whimpered, and I felt the blanket being draped over me.
Bellamy carefully covered me and gently pulled me into his arms.
“Rose, why are you crying?”
“… Hmph…”
“Were you in a lot of pain earlier?”
“… Ugh, that’s… ugh, not really… hmph…”
His soothing voice made me burst in a flurry of emotions. It was a matter of mind rather than body. It was the first time I ever wished for a moment to quickly pass while I have been with them. I never imagined they would be so cold to me, excluding when I was first adopted.
We had just confirmed our feelings for each other and happily made love like there was no tomorrow. The cold reactions to my contact with Ashik, their coercive behavior even when I expressed rejection kept playing in my mind. Betrayal rushed over me.
“We were wrong, sis… Please don’t cry, okay? You can hit me if it helps you get over it?”
Damian, who moved closer, pleaded as if he was hurting more. He brushed my tears away from my face.
My lips slightly lifted at his suggestion to hit him, but I couldn’t bring myself to hate them after what they did. They have been the most important people in my world for so long. However, when my wrists were bound and my eyes were blindfolded, they felt like strangers. It reminded me of the incident with the Count three years ago, which I thought I had forgotten.
I hated thinking about it when I was with them. I sank deeper in Bellamy’s arms, hoping it would push the thoughts away.
He held me tightly and patted me on the back to help calm me.
It’s okay. It’s not going to happen anymore…
As the two tried soothing me, my tears refused to stop, and Bellamy gently pulled me out of his arms.
No… I couldn’t face them yet. I wanted to avoid the Orca brothers even more now that I realized why I was crying.
He held onto my shoulders with both hands, and I flinched as my eyes met his. It resulted in a hiccup and guilt flashed across Bellamy’s eyes.
“Rose… I’m sorry I pushed you. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He choked out the words and frowned. He sighed heavily then tightly hugged me again.
“I was careless. I shouldn’t have done that to you… I know it was hard, right?”
His sincere apology made me uneasy. Damian tried apologizing as well, hovering by my side, trying to calm me down.
The three of us needed each other, and I was stupid to use Ashik to make them jealous, especially when neither of them knew how to express their emotions.
Swaying back and forth in each other’s arms, I felt like the wall between us broke down. I wondered why I had been so foolish to put someone between us when I already knew what they were thinking.
Once I calmed down, I spoke up.
“… Ah…”
My voice was hoarse from crying for so long. They were quiet, waiting for me to speak. I cleared my throat and tried again.
“You are the worst.”
Damian gasped at the coldness of my words.
My face was red from tears, but I didn’t care about that now. I looked at them, conveying my sincerity with my eyes.
“No matter how angry you are, to tear off my clothes so forcefully, tie my wrists so I can’t move, even when I say no…”
“…”
“And carrying me around like that… where anyone can see. Do you know how scared I was?”
Their heads dropped, at a loss for words. I was surprised to see their total lack of emotion, but I continued.
“After that day… I didn’t think I’d ever be this miserable again… ah…”
“Rose…”
I was determined to convey the seriousness of what they had done. I told them the story of my last night with the Count, and it felt like I was living the nightmare all over again.
It was the first time I had told them about what happened that day, a memory that still haunts my dreams.
The Orca brothers, who were unaware, tensed up. Bellamy affectionately patted me on the back, as if trying to tell me not to push myself if I didn’t want to. It has been too many years for me to pretend that it was okay.
“I hate being forced to do that.”
“… Sis…”
My lips pursed into a straight line; it was horrible to even think about it. Damian tried to stop me with a look that made me hate myself more. I took a deep breath and continued.
“So whatever you do, respect my wishes. If you’re upset, tell me why you’re upset. If you ever act like that again, I’m going south. And why did you have to cover my eyes? I prefer seeing your faces. I like seeing you two, not because the butler is looking. It’s because of how you shifted me, and … ha… this isn’t right.”
“Rose….?”
I blurted out everything I was holding and the tension in the room relaxed. Bellamy leaned his head on my shoulder and sighed. Even Damian, who had been waiting for me with trembling eyes as if it was an impending death sentence, was stunned at my words.
“Now, wait a minute, sis… then…”
“I’m not done yet.”
If Damian had puppy ears right now, they would have been drooping.
“What should we do, huh? Tell me.”
What can they do…
There was only one thing I could think of.
I looked up at Bellamy, who held me in his arms. He always looked at me like he would listen to anything I say. Maybe that’s why I’m being so foolish, but this time, there was more urgency in his eyes.
I grabbed him by the collar and kissed him. It was an unusually short kiss, and when we pulled apart, his eyes closed as if to cherish the moment. Then, he opened them again and eagerness filled them.
They both were waiting for my answer.
“Don’t let there be another bad day in our lives together.”
“….”
“Hug me, Bellamy, Damian.”
nah rose you are going to regret that “i want to see your faces” line LMAOOO but u know what u dont regret? donating to my Kofi
- 1this sentence feels just so awkward but i didnt know how to write it better. basically she knows she should be mat at them for how they acted in the carriage, but their acts seemed force
- 2yes the feeling is referring to the count’s assault