Fern's Perspective
The door clicked shut behind me. I knew I had to face Giovanni alone. His brow was furrowed, his lips pressed together, and his blue eyes, flecked with gold, showed that his wolfishness was closing in.
I tried to cross him, but he stepped closer, forcing me to back away until I was pressed against the door. With nowhere else to go, I watched with wide eyes as he leaned toward me. His breath fanned my cheeks, his firm, ripped body pressed against mine, and his tone was dangerous.
"Say it again..." The growl in his voice made me shiver with fear.
"I..." I moved my lips, but my throat was dry. Suddenly, my mind and heart cried out that this was unfair. He had no right to treat me like this!
I looked back at him firmly, determined to stick to my new outlook on life. "I won't stay here forever and be humiliated by you," I said. He raised an eyebrow, but I continued. "What makes you think that after the way you've treated me, I'm going to stay here obediently like a dog, waiting to be pampered by you every day?"
"No matter what, you are mine! No one can take you away without my permission!" he said through gritted teeth.
I could tell he was trying to control his temper, but suddenly I didn't care how he felt. "I'm a person, I have my own will. I have the power to decide my own life. Not even you can manipulate and control me forever!" I argued.
Giovanni was shocked by my rebuttal, and so was I. "Do you realize what you're saying?" he growled.
My body shook with anger and fear. The next second, Giovanni lunged toward me. A low growl erupted from his throat, and he violently ripped off my shirt, leaving large swaths of my white skin bare.
"That's what you get for pissing me off!" Giovanni licked his lips and raised my legs with one hand, his eyes full of lust, a faint fishy odor filling the air. I closed my eyes and struggled to escape his grasp, but at that moment, it was like being marked by a coyote, uniquely his, unable to move at all.
My heart tightened, and my body grew hotter and hotter as I tried to push back, but it was obviously to no avail. Giovanni pulled my arms over my head and pinned me down, his hands clamped around my neck. His fingers were soft yet strong. I felt like my chest was stuffed with cotton wool; it was getting harder to breathe. Each time I opened my mouth to suck in air, it smelled strongly of him.
In the next instant, Giovanni invaded again. His hand, as hot as a branding iron, roamed over my body, caressing me without mercy. My consciousness became fuzzy.
"No, don't!"
Soon, pain wracked my entire body, and I hissed reluctantly. He paid no attention as he arched his back and a low, frantic growl erupted from his throat. His eyes burned red with desire.
"Stop... stop!"
Sensing the situation slipping further out of control, I struggled frantically, covering my chest hard. But Giovanni had no intention of stopping. His pupils slowly contracted and filled with greed as he surveyed my body.
"You can't do this to me."
My voice trembled, but Giovanni's face showed no expression. He playfully surveyed me and gently licked his somewhat dry lips, as if he had just heard an erotic joke.
"Would anyone stop me from doing what I need to do with my own woman?" Giovanni spoke softly.
"I'm going to leave you!"
Seeing that my threat had no effect, I repeated myself. "I'm sure I'll leave you!"
"That's funny." Giovanni's laughter grew, and he lay on top of me, his ragged breaths invading the air in front of me. I could feel his chiseled stomach pressing against my chest.
I found myself wanting to look up at his lips but immediately dismissed the thought. Without any hesitation, Giovanni straddled my entire body. As he lowered his head to look at me, I could feel my nipples harden. Giovanni noticed this, too, and he covered my breasts with his broad palms, rubbing them vigorously without mercy.
"No, don't." I struggled to stop Giovanni's next move.
Giovanni acted as if he didn't hear me. Instead, his movements grew more aggressive, and he roughly ripped off my underwear. Immediately, my breasts, previously blocked by the fabric, were exposed to the air, causing Giovanni to look momentarily dumbfounded.
"Fuck off!" I shouted, meeting Giovanni's burning gaze squarely, feeling exceptionally humiliated. But as Giovanni's onslaught continued to accelerate, my eyes slowly grew misty. Though I was rejecting him with every fiber of my being, he likely saw it as a means of increasing the eroticism.
He ripped off his shirt, revealing his solid chest, and buried his head in my chest, panting greedily. The touch of his body made me feel hot, and I subconsciously arched my back, gently biting my lip as a dreamy moan escaped my throat. Giovanni swallowed hard, his face flushed, as his right hand slowly stroked my thigh, moving deeper.
With a jolt of realization about Giovanni's next intention, I violently arched my legs and struggled to get away. But Giovanni appeared consumed by lust, and the strength in his hands increased as he tried to break my legs. I closed my eyes tightly, tears of humiliation streaming down my cheeks.
Just as I was about to resign myself, I suddenly remembered what I had endured in the past. Ever since following Giovanni, I seemed to have lost my dignity. Trapped in this huge room every day, with no freedom or joy, my existence seemed to revolve around enduring Giovanni's endless abuse. Could it be that, in Giovanni's eyes, I was just a doll to be manipulated at will?
"No, I will never allow myself to fall like this again!" I clenched my teeth, put my legs together, and violently kicked towards Giovanni's chest. Giovanni didn't expect that I, usually so submissive, would dare to rebel against him. He couldn't dodge in time and fell off the bed, slamming his body against the wall.
Giovanni sat on the floor naked, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. I sat on the bed, a fine layer of sweat seeping from my palms, my fingers nervously gripping the sheets as a wave of panic washed over me. Giovanni sat still for a moment, his eyes slightly complicated, before slowly standing up.
"What do you want?" I looked up at Giovanni, my voice trembling.
"You seem different. But no matter what, I'm not going to let you leave me, ever!" Giovanni gave me a sideways glance, then left the room without looking back, leaving those unspoken words hanging in the air.