Eliàn;
He steps closer. Slowly… And I begin to feel lightheaded from how long I've held my breath.
"I could use my fingers… or I could take your word for it. Which do you think I'm more inclined to do?"
I flinch at not just the words but the thought of him actually inspecting me with his fingers.
Is he crazy??
Is he actually considering this?
He has welcomed the thought!??
"My… my word should be fine," I reply, and he raises a brow at me.
He doesn't move or say a word, but something about the way his dual-coloured eyes pin me down makes my knees tremble beneath me.
"Why should your word be enough?" He questions and I blink at him. Appalled.
"I…" I begin but my voice cracks. "I'm not lying." I finally blurt, and he tilts his head.
"You're not?" He questions with his face still void of emotions, but I nod desperately nonetheless.
"I swear. I am a virgin. I've never had… I mean, no one's ever touched me. I don't even…" I begin but stop in embarrassment at the things I'm saying.
"Look, I wouldn't lie about it. I'm truly not… I've never… been intimate with anyone before…." I add, and there's silence. Only for a bit though.
I sound desperate, I know. But it's because I am. I need him to believe and walk out of this room without having to touch me.
He suddenly hums softly before taking another slow step forward, and my breath hitches.
"You're a virgin?" He questions and I nod eagerly
"Yet you refuse a simple verification? If you were telling the truth, you'd have nothing to hide." He replies and all hope I built in the past two seconds vanishes from my mind.
"Oh, for goodness sake, that's not the point!" I snap, and he blinks at me.
"It's not about hiding anything. It's about how I feel about this. It's about… my body, my consent… my…" I continue but he cuts me off.
"Consent?" he repeats like the word is the most foolish thing he's ever heard, and I blink up at him in fear and confusion.
"Do you think this is about what you want, Omega?" He pushes, and I freeze.
He moves closer just a breath away now, and his scent invades my senses.
"Desire is a luxury Omegas can not afford, Elián. You ought to know that." He breathes, and a feeling of dread floods me as I stare into his eyes.
He then smiles at me, and this only worsens my fear.
"I'm not interested in forcing you, Elián," he says softly, and for a second, my lungs work again. "But I must do what my father ordered." He adds and my relief dies instantly.
He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out something… a small vial with thick, transparent liquid.
My face goes numb as an idea of what is in the vial hits me, and my eyes snap up at Zephan.
The smile on his face makes my stomach churn, and I can't help but grab my stomach in dread.
He wants to go through with this!?
"I'll be quick. If you're telling the truth, this will be over in under a minute." He says, and my jaw drops.
No. No, no, no…!
No fucking way!
Without stopping to think, I turn around and grab the nearest thing I can find.
The bedside lamp.
I clutch it with trembling hands as I glare at the arrogant white-haired, blue-scaled man in front of me, and he pauses.
"Make a move. I dare you!" I growl at him, and he blinks at me.
His eyes lock on mine, and his expression remains infuriatingly calm.
He tries to move towards, me and I raise the lamp higher.
"I'm not bluffing! Stay away!" I rage, and something flickers in his eye.
Surprise? Curiosity?
He's staring at me like some spectacular thing he wasn't expecting to find.
"You'd raise a weapon against me?" he asks quietly, and my grip tightens on the lamp as I adjust my stance.
"Words clearly don't seem to work with you," I reply, and he tilts his head.
I promised Koda I wouldn't cause any trouble, but here I am holding a weapon against his brother…
They can't blame me though. I will do whatever I have to if it means keeping my body mine. I'm not some specimen, and I won't be treated like one!
A long, charged silence stretches between us.
"Drop the lamp, Elian." He orders, and I eye him.
"Like hell I will!" I snap back, and I see a hint of a smile split his face.
"You…" He murmurs suddenly, slipping the vial into his pocket, and I watch him closely. Any funny movement, and I swear I'll show him first-hand what it feels like to play dodgeball with ceramic!
"You're an interesting little bud, I must admit." He says as he steps away, and I swallow.
He's leaving?
"You've got more bite than most." He adds, and I eye him.
"But you've got to learn when to listen." He says, and with that, a puff of blue smoke suddenly begins to swirl around him… his lower body, to be precise.
I watch in alarm as I hear bones snap, but his face is void of expression. Like this is something he's done a thousand times over.
Is he… is he transforming??
A teal blue, scaly tail soon springs out of the smoke, and I gasp in alarm when I see it coming at me.
The lamp falls from my hand and crashes to the ground when the serpentine tail wraps around me.
He transformed!?
I stare at him with wide eyes as the smoke clears, and only then do I see him properly.
His lower body transformed completely into that of a snake. A snake with beautiful teal-blue scales.
He folds his arms across his chest and tilts his head as he stares at me with a smug smile on his face.
His tail tightens around my waist, and before I can scream, I'm yanked upward. Legs dangling, and breath knocked from my lungs as he pulls me inches from his face.
I claw at his tail, my fingers scrambling uselessly against smooth scales. My feet can't find the ground, and it's an infuriating feeling. I'm scared out of my mind, and still, he smiles.
"Your weapon's gone now. Tell me, Elian. What next?"