Chapter 51: Not Stranger
Hailee’s POV
Branches slapped against my arms as they dragged me deeper into the woods. The night was cold, and the darkness seemed to swallow every desperate cry I tried to let out.
They threw me down roughly onto the forest floor. I struggled, kicking and clawing at them, but they only laughed—dark, disgusting laughter that made my stomach twist.
"Well, well..." one of them sneered through his mask. "The famous girl everyone keeps talking about... let’s see what’s so special about you."
The other pressed down on my shoulders, trying to pin me.
"No! Let go of me!" I yelled, my voice hoarse, panicked. I thrashed wildly, desperate for any opening to escape.
But one of them pinned me harder to the ground while the other began unbuckling his belt. My eyes widened as he brought out his hardened shaft.
He forced his knees between my legs, trying to part them, but I pressed my thighs tight together. He groaned and struck me across the face, trying to force my legs open again, but I clenched them tighter.
The one holding me down hit me again, pain searing through my skull, and the other used that moment to wedge my legs apart.
I groaned through the pain and realized it was time—time to stop pretending to be weak.
Fueled by rage, my fangs shot out from my fingers. The one pinning me down didn’t stand a chance—I overpowered him, grabbed his throat, and with one savage swipe of my claws, I sliced his head clean from his shoulders and flung it aside.
The other’s eyes widened in terror as he tried to crawl away, horrified by what I’d done. But I didn’t give him the chance. I moved with inhuman speed, landing in front of him.