SERAPHINA'S POV
So this is the 'Kamila' Olivia constantly talks about, the other person that has this entire school on a chokehold simply because of who her mate is and the privileges that follow.
I always wondered what kind of person would willing mate with someone like Artemis.
Why am I not surprised?
"So, what do you want from me?" I manage to spit out, taking a bit of blood in my mouth.
"I ask the questions, sweetheart." She snarls at me, drawing closer.
Even with my attempt at acting tough and not scared, I shut up.
"You've been a bad girl, Seraphina, starting up trouble from your very first day here. At first, I thought it was cute; a little human running around our school halls, trying to act all tough and unbothered. I thought of having you as a pet at some point."
"What?"
She chuckles at my confused expression, finding it cute in a deplorable way.
"Yes, but I see you have more than just a death wish. The video, you're the one that posted it, weren't you?"
Her foot finds its way to my hand pressed on the floor and she crushes it under the weight of her heeled boots.
I wince from the immediate pain that shoots up my hand. I don't dare to scream, scared that I might get slapped again.
"You have some balls coming after a far more superior specie than yours, going as far as to snitch to the principal. Who knows what would have happened to my precious mate if I wasn't asked to review the video because he was too busy?" She smirks at me.
That fucking old man.
"You've put yourself in a difficult situation that I can't ignore anymore. This is where my foot comes down." She presses harder, breaking the surface of my skin further.
I bite on my lower lip to bear it until she stops again.
"Why are you coming at me? I'm not the one cheating on you with the whole school. I did you a favor." I point out while gnashing my teeth from the pain.
Her eyes grow livid instantly, insanity flickering from behind her thick lashes.
"I don't expect you to understand anything about mates! You're just a human, among a pack of wolves. Do you know what you have just done by pushing out that video of my mate and that girl? Do you how hard I've worked to be the perfect Luna, the perfect mate and worthy queen of Crimson Fire? You are crossing a line you don't understand. There are harmless games, and there is you, trifling with the reputation of your future king and queen. You've just earned yourself an exclusive spot on my hit list, darling." She stumps on my feet again, harder than the first, as a way to satiate her anger.
"Going as far as daring to talk to the Alpha prince. He is far above your level. Your kind would have to eat the dirt below our feet before they will ever be worthy of speaking to an Alpha!" She screams hysterically, completely losing her shit and stomping nonstop.
I scream from the pain as the wound grows deeper, watching the back of my palm be mutilated. More tears flow but I hold on until she stops again, catching her breath and patting on her chest.
She takes a step back, wearing her wide smile again, wiping the maniac look on her face.
"This is your final warning. You're cute and all, but I don't like threats. Don't ever try jeopardizing my relationship. And of course, stay away from Artemis."
Her words sound like a joke to me.
Stay away from that psychopath? As though I even want anything to do with him at all in the first place. He's the one going out of his way to make my life miserable.
"I don't want to have anything to do with him, trust me." I say, finally catching my own breath.
She looks at me plainly, not buying my words for a second.
"That's what every attention-seeking whore says. Well, I can't really trust you now, can I? But I will give you a subtle reminder of what I am capable of just incase you may forget."
Just like that, I'm lifted up to my feet again by of her girls like I weigh nothing.
I don't bother fighting, thinking they're just going to let me go finally. Until they start heading towards the first toilet stall behind us.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask now, feeling a sense of panic and wiggling against their hold finally.
No one bothers to respond while they open the door to a single toilet. I'm forced to kneel down just in front of it with my head facing the bowl.
"Stop! I said I don't have anything to do with him!" I yell at the top of my voice to her but she's uninterested in my answer.
No matter what I say, it's clear she won't believe it.
"I wish I could believe you but you understand, right? It's our first meeting, so I have to be sure you understand perfectly." She says in the most obnoxiously sweet tone that's clearly fabricated.
My heart begins to pound out of my chest as I struggle again, but nothing works.
"Please, stop." I plead one more time before my head is shoved right into the bowl, deep into the water and held right into it for seconds without a chance to catch my breath.
I choke on it, feeling the liquid rushing into my nostrils painfully and my mouth when my instinct to breathe in kicks in.
"Flush." She says coldly.
Just when I thought it wouldn't get worse, the flush button is pressed and the cascade of turbulent water falls over my head, simulating drowning.
I choke and shake, trying to fight back until I'm finally rescued.
My face is pulled out, and I gag and cough, wheezing for air and trying to get the water in my system out again. Never in my life have I been so grateful to be able to breathe again.
I'm grateful that it's finally over and they can leave now, but I'm gravely mistaken.
"Again." She says just before I'm pushed into the bowl once more.