♟️two | Aella

♟️ Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

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"What the fuck?" I gasped, my lungs burning with the collision as much as my ribs were.

"Ah, Cinderella, why so featherweight? Weren't you a tough girl? Are all tough girls from California like this? Where's that core toughness needed in that stupid figure skating you're so proud of?" He chanted, striding towards me as I struggled to stand up, my slides lost when he threw me on the tree, making me stand barefoot on the woods. "Scared yet, hummingbird?" Now, that is how he's always called me.

"Have you gone mad?" I yelled. "What the fuck are you doing here? What the hell do you fucking want? If Tristan,"

His grin widened devilishly, "Hummingbird, hummingbird, Tristan dearest is far from us. No one will hear you in here," he opened his arms, signaling to the woods were surrounded by and dread rolled down my spine. "You can't run from me!"

Hoping to know the woods better than him, I did what he said I couldn't do, and ran as fast as I could, deep into the woods. Because if I couldn't go back to the villa with him standing in my way, then I'd go to a place that I'll able to have a chance of knocking him out. The "Machinery Cabin", as the De Vere Beauclerk call it, the farthest place away from the villa and deep within the woods, where I hid from Tristan in the times he tried to terrorize me in the woods when I had arrived here, after he realized I was not going to kiss the floor his huge feet steps on.

It's very close to the deep dark and creepy lake with some very deadly piranhas in it, which I still have no fucking idea why they have that in there, making it impossible for anyone even swim in the damn lake. I was never a fan of deep water, so, I don't even get close enough to touch it. If I don't even get in pools, imagine in a damn lake as deadly as this one.

I may be a jack-of-all-trades, but I can't swim and that's a secret only my dad knew, so, as of right now, only I know. I've got a trauma about that I do not want to deal with, ever. So, yes, I said I fear barely anything at all, but that "barely" stands for deep water, because no one is truly fearless.

So, I ran, and ran, turning left and right and doing detours, trying desperately to take advantage of being quicker than he is with my smaller size. Cold sweat was dripping out of all of the pores of my body and my heart was on my throat, adrenaline dumping into my blood like radiation, making me move faster even though my feet were bleeding. Black dots threatening to take my consciousness away.

And when I had a glimpse of the cabin in my sight, when hope was filling my heart, I heard him yelling horrid curses as he managed to grab me by my damn long hair that was lose, so hard I thought he would reap it all from my scalp by force, and threw me hard on the fucking ground, a scream leaving my throat with the impact. My head hit a medium rock and I felt my blood dripping down my face, but thankfully, I didn't faint.

"You bloody slut," he hissed at me, not letting me get up and coming over me, taking advantage of my dazed state because of the impact, grabbing my nightdress by the sleeves and tearing it apart, forcing me to be nearly fully naked, solely with the shreds of my dress and with my panties on.

In the next second he was taking his jacket and shirt off, putting down his pants and taking his disgusting cock out. "This will be your punishment for being such an infuriating disobedient girl, hummingbird!"

Terror took over me, and I fought against him with all I had, but he strangled me with his left hand, forcing me to be pinned down, while his right hand went inside my panty and assaulted my pussy, making me fight harder against him, yelling as loud as I could with him constricting my throat.

"No, no, no," I screamed, "get off me, Christian, get off, get off," I fought, desperation creeping inside of my bones like never before. "Get off," I yelled, tears rolling down my eyes.

"Why are you so dry?" He growled, bringing his hand out of my panty to his mouth, spitting on it, and bringing to my pussy again, assaulting me further, as his strong legs pressed over mine, making it impossible for me to move my thighs. "You feel so tight, hah, seems like Tristan hasn't been fucking you that well, has it? Either that or the rumors about him being huge and a monster in bed are lies."

"He is my brother," I yelled at him, "I never fucked him and I never will," then I spit on him, "neither will I let you do it."

"Oh, no need to lie, hummingbird, we all know you have been giving cunt tea to Tristan behind the Victorian walls of this villa," he assaulted me with three of his thick fingers, making me cry with pain. "Tristan wouldn't be so hung on messing with you if you hadn't. And he's not your brother, your mother is married to his father, nothing else," he added another finger and I felt like he was tearing me apart. "I've fucked my step-sister many times."

"Because you are... a sick... fuck..." I struggled to speak, but made sure to convey my disgust to the scum of earth.

Releasing my hands from trying to take his arm off my neck, I desperately touched the ground around me, after something that would hit him. My heart nearly bursting in my throat, my vision blackening with fear and with how he was tightening his grip on my neck. Until the tip of my left hand fingers touched something solid and hard, and I struggled to grab it without being able to move to it, and when I did, it was a rock.

In the next second I was hitting his head with it, over and over again, and when his body fell to my side, I climbed onto his torso and kept hitting the rock on his skull, smashing it, blind with terror, unable to think for ever a second. Unable to utter a coherent word. Before I could stop, I was turning around and crushing his dick with it too, hitting over and over again with all the strength left in my body.

But when reality hit me, I was bathed in his blood, and he was... dead. When I realized what I had done, a scream left my throat as I fell back away from his corpse, kicking him away, hyperventilating, the rock still in my hand, dripping with his warm blood.

"Cinderella!" That deep raspy haunting voice called loudly for me from within the woods, not so far away from me, but I couldn't even move, horror freezing me in its claws. "Cinderella, where the fuck are you?" Tristan called again.

"I killed him," I cried, shaking with panic, "I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him, IkilledhimIkilledhim," I panicked, struggling to breath, still feeling him strangling me, tears rolling down my eyes.

The familiar steps came closer behind me, until I heard a curse, "What the fuck? What in the... bloody hell. Was that... a Beaufort?"

"C-Christian," I cried and when I turned my head to look at him, his ice blue eyes were black and his jaw was clenched. "He... tried... he tried to... I... I... I killed him."

"Fuck," he swallowed and walked closer, still in the slides and the black sweatpants he was in when I left the villa after we fought over something I can't even remember right now, shirtless, his raven black hair still a mess. "What did he... what did he do to you?"