Clarity woke to the sound of steady beeping. She kept her eyes closed and tried to remember what had happened. She Thought back and felt her head sloshing through the vague memories of how she had gotten here. It was made all the harder by the muffled sounds of shouting voices. She couldn't make out what was being said. She groaned and put her hand to her throbbing head.
The shouting stopped and she tried again to focus on piecing together her disjointed memories. She went back to the party. The moment she realized she had been tricked Clarity had demanded Timothy take her home. He had refused and took her phone when she tried to call her father to pick her up. It had been two hours and Timothy had shown her off like a prized heffer. There were other girls at the party but none of them was willing to lend her a phone to make one measly call. She had told Timothy that she was thirst and wanted a drink of water. He had insisted on getting it for her. After drinking it she had started to feel weird. She vaguely remember telling Timothy that she wanted to go home so she could lye down. She remembered him leading her through the house and up a flight of stairs and how she found it odd since they weren't in a basement. She remembered him laying her down on a soft bed and kissing her neck before moving away briefly.
Fear gripped her as she remembered the way he had torn her cardigan off and ripped her dress. His hands had been rough as they tore her bra from her body. Then he had squeezed her breasts hard. She remembered the rustle of fabric and how his skin had felt against hers. He had started to rub his bulging crotch on hers. When she fought him he had ripped her tights so he could roughly grab at her pussy. She had begged him to stop but he laughed and told her the truth.
"I'm going to fuck you and then, I'm going to charge a hundred bucks a turn." He said with malice shining in his eyes. "That will teach you to be such an uptight bitch." Clarity remember someone pounding on the door and Timothy yelling something about wait your turn. She had tried again to get him to stop and heard the sound of splintering wood.
Suddenly Timothy was ripped off of her. She remembered seeing a large figure kneeling over Timothy's prone body. She remembered someone coming to the door and how she reached for the large figure. She squeezed her eyes as she tried to remember who it had been she had reached for. Vaguely a name came to her mind. Once again he saved me. She didn't know where the thought had come from. Had it been Desmond? Her next memory was of someone pulling her ripped tights off of her gently and putting something soft around her. She remembered struggling weakly against them and how they had been gentle but firm. She remembered the cold night air as it kissed her bare legs but feeling warm as she floated through the air, cradled in a set of strong arms.
She remembered the smell of mint, soap and something else. Something unbelievably masculine. It was comforting and safe. So safe. She remembered a flash of black hair and ice blue eyes. Where had she seen those eyes before? They sparkled with barely contained tears as a deep voice begged her stay with him. She wanted to. She wanted to give that man everything he asked of her.
She remembered pale surgical green scrubs and a blonde man asking questions as they wheeled her down a busy hall. She recalled the lights burning her eyes as they rushed by her. She felt cold and scared. She had called for Desmond, hoping he would save her from the terrible dream.
She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a hospital bed. The only light in the room came from the crack in the curtain that blocked the door from view. The heart monitor was beeping steadily next to her and she had to pee so bad. But that wasn't what had brought her back to reality. She sat bolt up right in bed and pulled the warm blanket up to her chin as she looked around for something, anything, she could use as a weapon if need be. She lunged for the bed pan as the thick pale pink curtain was pushed aside by an annoyed looking Desmond.
He was wearing a black t-shirt that was stretch tightly over his broad powerful chest and showed off his perfect physic. He was pinching the bridge of his nose with his right hand as his left rested loosely on the waist band of his dark blue jeans. A thick leather belt was fastened around his waist. "Damn you're hot." she said before she could stop herself.
"And you're awake. I should call the doctor." He sighed. He didn't seem to notice her agreegus statement.
'Roll with it.' She thought to herself as she grinned at him. "Come here often sexy?"
"About as often as you believe you can fight somebody off with a plastic bedpan. It's seriously disgusting but it won't do much damage." He said as he walked around the foot of her bed to the other side. It seemed as if he was avoiding making any sudden moves so he wouldn't scare her
"Well you know what they say. Anything will keep the doctor away if you throw it hard enough." She giggled at her own joke.
"Let me know how that works out for you baby." He said as he slumped tiredly into the chair next to the bed.
"You don't think I can throw it hard enough?"
"I don't doubt you could throw it hard enough. It's just you're clearly still feeling the affects of the Rohypnol or you wouldn't be talking like this. Makes it hard to aim properly." He said as he leaned over and pushed a button on her bed.
"Oh yeah watch this!" She snapped and launched the bed pan in the direction of the door before he could stop her. She heard a shout of surprise as it hit the wall hard at head height.
"Impressive. You nearly took out the nurse." He was struggling to hide his amused grin now.
"What's that?" She gasped in mock surprise.
"What's what?" He asked lazily.
"That thing your face is doing. I didn't think you were capable of that." She grinned again and he laughed. It was deep and hardy. A good belly laugh. "Every other time I've seen you, you look so serious." She pulled a face that was half pout and half glower.
"Oh come on. I don't look like that." He smiled and tried not to laugh again as the nurse finally calmed down enough to enter the room.
"Yes you do." Clarity grinned again. "I have to admit that you are much better looking when you smile. But not that psycho smile you got when you were strangling that girl in the cafeteria."
"You mean Gertrude?" He clarified.
"Yeah. That smile scared me." She got quiet all of a sudden. She got an image of Timothy laying in a pool of blood on green marble tile while others watched and laughed drunkenly. "You said you would prove me wrong, Desmond." She cast her eyes to her hands.
"I did." All the laughter had died.
"You left him at the bottom of the stairs to die."
"I called in a noise complaint. I told the cops that I thought I heard someone screaming inside the house before the music was turned up to drown it out." He paused and leaned closer to her. "Just so you know. I did that before I even pulled out to the road. Cops were ten deep with an ambulance. The ambulance passed us not five minutes later."
"Is he going to live?"
"No but he'll survive." He smirked wickedly and sat back in his chair. "From what I hear he'll be paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of his fucking life."
"Good. He won't ever hurt anyone again." She looked at her hands again and tried to fight off the tears. Desmond sighed as the nurse left and climbed on the bed next to her. He wrapped his arms around Clarity and she felt warm and safe as she broke down and sobbed over the situation. "How could he do that to me?"
"Not all monsters are wolves and demons." Desmond said gently as he stroked her long soft hair. "The worst ones parade around pretending to be human." When she was done crying they laid in silence. "You know it may have been more merciful to just end his life. All in all I can't complain about the out come. It's worse than death."
"So why didn't you kill him?" She asked.
"I couldn't. You begged me not to."
"I don't understand."
"You're my Luna. And you begged me to not kill him. It's called a Luna pardon. At any time before a sentence is carried out, the Luna has the right to plead for mercy. What ever she begs for is granted. It is an ancient tradition that still holds away to this day."
"Please explain."
"If Markus hadn't been witness to it I would have denied your request. I still could have but you were scared enough and I would have to inform you that the request was denied. In your drugged state I needed you to trust that I would get you out of there."
"I guess I understand that. But I don't understand why you are calling me Luna."
"Because you are my mate. And I'm the Alpha." He kissed her forehead. "That's enough talk. Just get some rest." She shifted and groaned uncomfortably as she was reminded of her overly full bladder.
"But I have to pee." She sniffled. He chuckled.
"And that, my dear, is a perfect way to end this conversation." He said as he watched her struggle to sit up. "Do you need any help?" He asked as she stumbled into the heart monitor.
"Yehmhuh." She tried to nod from the floor as he stood up and easily lifted her into his arms.
"Good thing I'm here, huh? You would have to crawl to the toilet." He chuckled. Once in the bathroom she wrapped her arms around his neck as pulled her panties down to her knees. Then he held her waist as she urinated. Suddenly she lurched forward and wretched. She felt as if some sort of demon was trying to claw it's way out of her stomach via her throat and mouth. She tried desprately to keep it in and gagged on her own vomit. "Don't try to stop it, Clarity." Desmond said as he grabbed the small trash can and held it under her. "Just let it go. They told me that this might happen." She wretched a second time and vomitted violently everywhere but the trash can.
"Imsrry." She mumbled through her tears.
"It's okay baby. I clean up easily. You'll be okay. I promise you are safe here." He soothed as he gently rubbed her back. "Just rest now. You will be okay now." His voice faded into silence as darkness over took her. Clarity had never fallen asleep so fast in her entire life. She vaguely heard someone say the word benzodiazepines. But it made little sense to her outside of it's context. Vaguely she felt as if she were floating again and she felt the kiss of cold air on her bare legs again. Still she felt warm and safe cradled in a set of strong arms.
Clarity had a dream she had never had before. Desmond was standing in a large dimly lit room, completely naked. She could see every dip and curve of his body as the light and shadows danced seductively across his skin. He was looking at her hungrily. "You're so beautiful, Clarity." He whispered. She looked down and realized she was naked too. Instead of feeling embarrassed she played with her breasts as if she were discovering them for the first time. Desmond moaned softly as he walked towards her.
She looked up at him and realized she was laying on a soft bed that smelled like mint, soap and that masculine scent she couldn't quite place. It was something unique to Desmond. She had never smelled it any where else. She felt his hand run gently up her body to her left breast and he squeezed lightly on it. "These are perfect." He murmured and lowered his head to her right breast to lick and suck on her nipple.
"Oh, Desmond, that feels so strange." She moaned and she felt him smile. He moved away from her.
"What do you think about my cock?" He asked and her eyes traveled to where it should be. The only problem was that she had never seen one outside of textbooks before. She had no idea what it should look like. However she knew it should not look like the diagram in her anatomy textbook. It had the little lines and labels too.
"Very educational." She almost giggled.
"What?" He glanced down at himself then back up with a smirk. "Pop quiz. Where is my urithria?"
She touched the little dot over the tube and it was cold and flat just like her textbook. "Here." She said.
"Correct. And where does the cum shoot out?" This quiz was taking a dirty turn and she loved it. She touched the tip of his cock and giggled.
"Here. Give me a hard one." She demanded.
"Okay. What is the proper name of the male organ?"
"Pienis." She stated proudly.
"Wrong. Try again." He chuckled at her confused expression.
"Is it...dick?"
"Nope."
"Willy?"
"Now you're just guessing random names." He smiled in amusement.
"Do I get a hint?" She asked.
"I used it earlier." She thought back to his very first question.
"Cock." She said with confidence.
"That's correct. While all the answers you gave are technically correct, I prefer you to refer to mine as a cock." His grin widened and he looked deep into her eyes. "Are you enjoying this dream?" He asked suddenly.
Clarity shifted slightly and looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"
"I can smell your arousel, Clarity. Are you having a good dream?" Desmond asked as the dream version faded into nothing. She jerked awake and looked around. They were in a large room lit only by a warm dancing fire. Desmond was standing with one knee on the king sized bed, wearing only a towel that was all too low on his hips. He was looking at her the same way he had in her dream.
"Yes." She gulped out and cleared her throat. "You were helping me study for my anatomy test." It wasn't technically a lie. He had helped her study for the test.
"And that turned you on?"
"We're studying the male anatomy." She informed him.