Sinking into the corner, I pressed my spine flat against the freezing wall. My knees buckled completely, unable to support my weight under the crushing terror.
A profound, suffocating shame washed over me—the humiliation of my own weakness, of my helpless breeder nature. Hot tears spilled over my lashes, blurring my vision.
He advanced slowly, his greasy eyes crawling over my skin as he savored every second of my agony. It was written plain across his face—in the slick, grotesque smile spreading over his lips, and in the possessive, predatory way his gaze stripped me bare where I crouched.
"That’s more like it," he rasped indecently, coming to a halt just a step away. "Submissive. That’s exactly how your kind is supposed to be. Obeying the men and spreading your legs for them."
"P-please..." I whimpered, my voice barely a thread. The sheer terror pressing against my chest was so intense I felt on the verge of losing consciousness.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a thick wooden pointer leaning against the wall near my hip. My fingers blindly reached out, coiling around the smooth wood with a white-knuckled grip. It wouldn’t do real damage against a man his size... but it was something. A weapon. A sliver of hope.
"Don’t... I’ll do anything, just please don’t..."
"Anything?" He bent down closer, and the nauseating stench of stale sweat and cheap alcohol hit my face so hard I gagged. He was drunk. "Then strip off these pathetic rags. Right now. Get on your hands and knees and show me what a good, obedient little bitch you can be."
The man reached out, his thick fingers snagging the collar of my shirt, and yanked it so hard the fabric tore with a loud rip.
I screamed, flailing against him and dragging my nails violently across his face and hands. But he merely chuckled, his heavy arm shooting out to clamp directly around my throat.
He squeezed.
My airway cut off instantly. I gagged, clawing wildly at his thick fingers, trying to pry them apart, but my strength was utterly useless against his brute force. Black spots danced violently across my vision as a sharp ringing filled my ears.
Summoning the absolute last reserve of my strength, I gripped the wooden pointer with both hands, raised it high, and swung with everything I had left.
He lifted me off the floor by my throat and slammed me against the wall. I dangled helplessly in his grip, my legs kicking wildly and my fingers clawing at his wrist, but his hold only tightened. Crushing me. Breaking me.
I jammed the tip of the wooden pointer into his chest and shoved with everything I had, but he didn’t even flinch.
"Stupid bitch," he whispered right into my face, his stench so foul it sent another wave of nausea rolling through my stomach. "Quiet. Obedient. And now I’m going to..."
At that exact second, the heavy door flew backward right past the bastard’s shoulders. A deafening shattered spray of glass rained through the air.
The door was ripped straight off its hinges and hurled across the entire room, slamming through the massive panoramic window at the far end, shattering it into thousands of flying shards.
Standing in the ruined doorway, framed by a cloud of swirling dust and crumbling plaster, was Magnus.
And the sight of him made my heart stop beating altogether.
His face was completely devoid of emotion—stony, dead, like a carved monument. But his eyes... Goddess, his eyes. An inferno burned within them—pitch-black, merciless, and all-consuming. A sight that made every instinct scream to drop to the floor and beg for mercy.
His aura crashed over the room in a suffocating, viscous wave, forcing the air straight out of my lungs. The temperature inside the room plummeted instantly, so cold that I saw my own trembling breath turn into mist.
The entire space was saturated with pure bloodlust.
The professor released my throat, and I collapsed onto the floor in a heap, desperately gasping for air. I coughed, choking and clutching my bruised neck as the black spots slowly cleared from my vision.
"What were you planning to do to her, you ugly piece of shit?" Magnus rumbled, his voice so deep, guttural, and inhuman that a fresh wave of terror struck me.
"I... I am a professor!" the man backed away, stumbling over the debris. "You have no right to barge in here! I will call security right now and—"
"Finish it," Magnus said, taking a single step into the room. The movement alone made the man flinch back wildly. "What were you going to do to her? Go on. Say it to my face, you fucking coward."
"I... nothing! We were just... it was a game! She wanted—"
"She wanted it?" Magnus let out a dark chuckle, a sound that sent an icy shiver straight down my spine. "She wanted to pass out from sheer panic? To be choked and covered in fresh bruises? I’ve never noticed my breeder having a taste for pain."
"Your breeder...?"
His gaze flicked down to me for a fraction of a second, and I saw the darkness in his eyes deepen into something terrifyingly absolute.
My pulse spiked. He stared at the red handprints on my neck, the bruised skin of my wrist, and my torn clothes.
I realized then that the true nightmare was only just beginning. Everything that had come before was nothing compared to the storm breaking inside him.
Magnus launched forward with ungodly, blurred speed. The professor didn’t even have time to utter a sound. A single blow landed dead in his solar plexus with enough force to echo a sickening crack of shattered ribs through the room. As the man doubled over, wheezing, Magnus reached down and clamped a broad hand entirely over his face.
He slammed the man’s head down onto the nearest heavy desk with brutal force. A wet crunch echoed through the hall, turning my stomach upside down. But Magnus didn’t stop.
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