Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 122

Sinclair

Don’t shift, don’t shift, don’t shift. I think manically Ella needs you.

Listening to Ella recount her childhood always makes me furious, but this time is

worse than all the others. I’ve suspected that Ella suffered terrible traumas for some

time now, but before this night l’d been able to pacify my outrage with the hope that

I’m wrong.

No longer.

As Ella speaks, I wonder how she could ever imagine herself weak. I can’t even stand

to listen to her story, but she actually lived it. She sacrificed herself for her sister, and

she survived things I can only imagine

“When the matron realized it was me, she smiled so cruelly that my stomach turnedshe was only too glad to take, me instead of Cora.” Ella continues, shuddering with

the memory. Her unease gives my wolf the push he needed to put aside his own rage

and comfort her. I finally manage a weak purr, and Ella presses her nose to my chest,

breathing in my scent.

“She took me to her own room and put me in her bed, and then she got in with me

and.. started touching me in ways I didn’t like or understand.

She made me touch her too, and she never stopped talking She told me how pretty I

was over and over, and kept asking me if I liked it. I said no, but she just insisted that

this was a special, secret game I was lucky to play. She said everything I was feeling

might be confusing, but it was good and right and natural. She said it took practice,

but that we’d have plenty of time.. Afterwards she took me back to the dorm with a

reminder not to share our secret. Cora asked me what happened but I didn’t know

how to explain.”

“The next day I went to the doctor in residence, and I told him what the matron had

done. I’d never liked him much, but in my heart I knew what had happened was

wrong, and I didn’t know who else to tell. I thought that since it was about my body,

the doctor was the one who could help. There was no such thing as sex ed at the

orphanage and no one else ever talked to us about our bodies. At first I was relieved

to tell someone. The doctor seemed very concerned, and agreed that it sounded

strange.”

me that he

in starts and stops now, and her shaking is getting worse.

us, so I know

yet. “He took off my clothes and put me on the exam

very important that you be

used to, and if you move

she quotes the doctor, and

said, T know little

so I have these nifty straps to help you. He pulled

table and strapped me down. and then he asked me

did, and when I explained he would touch me exactly how she had, saying

if I cried or objected, he

demand I tell him”

out what he was about,

didn’t speak

them on my body.

him how to hurt me.” Ella is interrupted

and she looks up at

are overflowing, but she offers me a bitter smile

big bad wolf,

a whine, and Ella determinedy forges on.

but I knew how it made me feel: guilty,

I never wanted it to happen again, but I was already broken, and there

girls like Cora who

have a

could go back in time and whisk Ella

could hurt her.

that only would have meant other

brave, brilliant little mate would

child be abused… even if it meant being abused

gave myself up so the others wouldn’t be

be ruined more than I already was, and it was better than

else to be destroyed.” Ella shares,

“The matron came almost every night…

in for check ups every few weeks. I hated those visits worse

and she never tied

want to inflict pain, she seemed determined

sadist; he loved my fear, loved my

face in my neck as

was twelve he r*ped me, and that’s when Cora and I ran away.

to run with us, but most

Luckily they didn’t

behind to never confide

tightly on Ella I’m afraid I must be hurting her, but

doesn’t complain.

still crying, but her muscles have

my own eyes, and I can

she shared.

they still there? The matron and the doctor?” I finally ask, my voice

hiss.

“Cora and I could only live outside

through the first winter, but eventually the

the orphanage. When we got back

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255