You're Sick. (1.6)

{Content Warning: Assault + Attempted Rape }

Elaine Maxwell knew there were many things that were wrong with her. There was no way for her to be unaware of this as she felt a wetness between her legs. She was very much turned on by the way she had forced the man to cry and beg her to stop.

It wasn't like this would hurt him. He was just a man anyway. As soon as he felt what it was like doing it with her body she was certain he would finally want her. There had never been a man who had turned her down that she couldn't get to say yes eventually with some money and a little convincing. Not to mention the fact that Tristan was so fun! He was the first man she had ever been attracted to that was so.....submissive.

Elaine was used to mingling with people with not only money but also wealth. Businessmen who had established franchises and taken industries by storm. Men who would rather die than lose dignity by being submissive to a woman.

She had never even considered being the one in charge until she met Tristan.

He was at a party for the elite as someone's plus one. She watched him socialize like an already established star. Charisma flowing off of him in waves through that charming uneven smile full of perfect teeth and sexy tailored suit that showed off his fit body.

It was like he had always been present at events like this. It was effortless for him. She watched him the whole night and didn't miss the way the women looked at him. She also didn't miss the way some men were looking at him. She definitely did not miss the way that one man in particular had touched his ass....It was absolutely impossible for her to miss the fact that he had leaned into the man's touch.....

He was so handsome and masculine and yet soft and obedient. Something she had never had before. Elaine wanted to try it. She wanted to try him.

....but he refused to be obedient towards her.

The man would willingly whore himself out to those entertainment industry bastards but had the balls to deny her?????

That was an attack on her pride.

Elaine Maxwell would never lower herself by begging a nobody actor who hasn't even debuted yet, and was merely preparing a few scripts, to sleep with her. So instead she started to talk to some people in the industry. Figuring out who his backers were and convincing them that they would get more out of the man by delaying his debut than they would by actually encouraging his career.

She kept him in his place. Below her.

....but it had been so long. Over a year.

Her charismatic young man had stopped leaving his house a little while back. Around a month ago, after she had drugged him.

Yes. She had drugged him.

Elaine was getting impatient. When had she ever had to wait so long to get what she wanted?

She grew up daddy's little princess, with a father who was one of the people with a monopoly on the pharmaceutical business. She didn't like the idea of working so she became a "philanthropist" at the age of 17, building up a good reputation for herself by starting charities and opening hospitals and hosting fundraisers that were actually just parties for the elite. Of course, she never actually had to manage any of these things herself because her father had given her a team of agents and assistants to plan everything for her. She just had to show up and look good and remember what to say to the press.

Elaine Maxwell was a 48 year old spoiled brat. A cougar with too much free time who loved to prey on young dominant wall street upstarts the most. Her father was never a good man himself and allowed her to do whatever she wanted-

He would always have her back. Even when she committed crimes....

Elaine was getting worse and worse with age.

Her parties got more and more wild, with rampant drug use and human trafficking that she pretended to be unaware of. In her mind, that was all necessary to mingle with the Hollywood freaks, at least, that's how she justified her actions to herself.

She would be quick to assault those who angered her. In her mind, anyone she had a problem with probably deserved it. And more often than not, her father would even have those people removed from their position, without his sweet little girl ever facing any repercussions.

Not to mention her most recent offense;

Drugging and attempting to rape Tristan Wolfe on his 21st birthday over a month ago.

Elaine was tired of playing nice. Being so patient and *only* holding him back from his career instead of forcing him....

Her logic was perverted. Sick and twisted just like her.

She wanted him to want her but over time that slowly began to matter less to her.

She started to like it when he would constantly tell her no. Tell her that he didn't want this and beg her to stop touching him. All she wanted to do was take the final step.

Elaine had been fantasizing about this for so long that she now had the toys, tools, and even experience necessary to dominate him....but of course, her idea of "domination" did not involve his consent.

She had him drugged and brought to a bedroom. She stripped him and couldn't help but admire the physique, including the thing on his lower body she had craved for so long....

Unfortunately for her, it was her first time drugging someone and she must not have gotten it right. Tristan woke up as she was kissing his naked body. With unstable movements and intense nausea he grabbed a long coat, put it on, and ran.

....Since that time Elaine had not seen the man. Ever since she had made herself a presence in his life he didn't have a good one. Even if others in the industry wanted to help him they didn't dare to go against her. Elaine made the various hospitals in the city her playground. While waiting for Tristan to get sent in for blood loss again, as it had been becoming more and more frequent after spending time with her. Tristan had had more than one close call in the last year or so since her pursuit began.

The cut on his thigh was actually more than a close call. Considering the fact that Tristan had unintentionally actually lost his life to this. His soul was already gone from his body and the only thing that remained were his instincts, strong emotions, and muscle memory.

....But Elaine wouldn't know anything about any of that. Neither would Nova as he was to busy screaming in pain at the moment. A blinding white filled his vision as the woman pressed hard on his aching thigh, rubbing the rough bandage material into the wound and immediately making the bleeding start again.

She put all of her weight on that hand. Nova felt himself crying as she used the leverage to lean towards his face and lick at the trail of tears.

"YOU'RE FUCKING SICK!" He yelled at her. The pain overpowering the fear for a second as he kicked at her with all his strength.

The impact made her let go of him. She truly wasn't expecting it.

She held her stomach in shock. The layers of shapewear and corsetry she was wearing lessened the blow and honestly it was just a pretty weak kick, it didn't hurt that much. What hurt was Tristan's rejection of her.

Elaine knew she was sick. That didn't mean that the boy she had put in so much effort to break down was allowed to point it out like that. Her expression became ugly as she stabilized herself.

Unfortunately the impact from the kick also made the bleeding much worse as Nova literally felt his skin reopening and the wound stretching apart. There were most likely stitches in there that were now ripped open. Nova lost his balance, slipping off the low to the ground hospital bed and fell, cornered with his back to the machinery.

Nova was surprised as a coherent thought made it's way to his head.

Why wasn't the heart monitor beeping?

It was common knowledge that they would start making noise as the heart rate went up but his had been skyrocketing for the past 5 minutes since he had woken up and there was nothing.

Nova scrambled to pull himself up to the machines as the woman pushed him down, trying to straddle his hips.

She yelled a bunch of things Nova didn't have any context for and hit him multiple times, the smacking echoing through the room. The sound was so loud and it became obvious that his previous guess was correct, there had to be no one else in this hall, or if there were, they must've been accomplices.

Nova ignored it all and continued to reach out for buttons, cords, switches, anything that could make this thing work properly and get help. The IV needle ripped out of his hand and blood splashed on the euipment as the woman dug her nails into his thigh and he saw white again, his ears ringing....Wait.

The ringing didn't stop. Nova watched his vision slowly return and realized that he had hit something that made an alarm go off. A loud bell echoed not only in the room but also out in the hallway. He heard heavy footsteps come thumping in and then two men who looked like bodyguards lifted the woman off of him but she resisted.

"No!! Not yet!!"

"Young miss, we have to go now. The cameras are off but if multiple people see you on this floor even your father can't defend you. We have to go now."

"He's so useless!!"

She huffed like a child throwing a tantrum and followed the men out, but not before locking eyes with the man on the floor bloodied,

"You can't get away from me, Tristan....I'm too sick to let you go..." She laughed.

.....and then she was gone. Less than a minute later more footsteps sounded, this time it was medical professionals. They came into the room and looked around in shock before quickly remembering protocol and putting Nova back onto the bed to assess the damage while asking him some questions.

But Nova couldn't answer all of them. He had been so high strung dealing with the danger and now that it was gone the pain only got worse. Both of the needles that were supposed to be giving him blood and whatever was in the IV had been yanked out violently. His wound was reopened and he had been slapped on the head multiple times. He was more than light headed and could feel himself losing consciousness.

"....I want Sky."

He mumbled, the last thing he was able to say before completely passing out again.