Maya

This was the third period, and I still struggled to regain my focus, unable to shake off the haunting memories of them groping Penelope. Unwittingly, I found myself comparing myself to her, and each time, I couldn't help but be disappointed with the hand fate had dealt me. 

Penelope possessed long, tanned legs, and flawless skin unmarked by any imperfections, and her hair, a cascade of shiny blonde strands, gave her an allure that was nothing short of seductive.

How unfortunate for me!

Nothing in my possession could ever measure up to what she effortlessly possessed. My dark hair seemed dull in comparison to the brilliance of her blonde locks, my skin lacked the elegant smoothness that adorned hers—pale and marked by the scars left by Maximus and Leonardo. I didn't know how to attract men, and, ultimately, I couldn't fathom being anyone's desire.

Tears were a struggle to stop, a battle I had always lost. 

Maintaining my composure was yet another challenge, and I questioned how much longer I could endure the weight of the relentless images bombarding my mind. The college buzzed with rumors; whispers of Penelope seen in the company of Maximus and Leonardo stirred confusion among the students. This confusion, however, seemed more rooted in their inability to reconcile this with the fact that I had been announced as the next Luna.

Everyone was always interested in dramas, I guess.

"Excuse me, Maya, aren't you the next Luna?" A girl, who had never bothered to pay me any attention before, suddenly spoke up. "Then why are The Sterling Alphas with that Penelope?" It took some effort to figure that her concern was not about me but rather tinged with jealousy toward Penelope because she was the one to inevitably suck their dicks, not her.

"Well, since your family was present at the meeting, why not inquire about the history?" I retorted, my patience waning "When you go home, just fucking ask them how the previous Luna met her end, and you'll understand why they are with another woman."

She appeared taken aback by my response before swiftly distancing herself. Evidently, she was well aware of the history—it was no secret. Every member of this pack knew about it. 

Releasing a tight breath, I attempted to redirect my focus to the professor's lecture, a daunting task made significantly harder by the turmoil within.

How could Maximus and Leonardo be so heartless? Fucking cruel monsters!

Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, an abrupt burning sensation engulfed my skin, accompanied by a gut-wrenching feeling that threatened to make me retch.

A subdued groan escaped my lips as I leaned forward, pressing my head against the table's surface and wrapping my hands around my stomach.

What the fuck was going on?

My mind and body were afforded not even a single moment to comprehend the horror when a barrage of images began flashing inside my head. They and Penelope, in the science lab, with her on the counter, and the twins, with science experiment objects around their feet.

They were having sex with her...

Oh no....

And that too, with a passion they hadn't shown even an ounce of to me.

They weren't using her body; they were making love to her.

"Please stop..." I whispered to the scenes playing inside my head, tears sliding down my cheeks, and my heartbeats quickening. "Please... make it stop."

A cold bead of sweat glided down Leonardo's forehead as he kissed her with his tongue, while Maximus ravished her neck before his lips traveled to her chest and breasts.

"No, please don't..."

My breathing grew heavy, emerging as pants. It wasn't just my heart; my entire body was in pain—extreme and immense pain that no one in this world could ever fathom. It felt as if someone was tearing me apart into pieces and then shattering those pieces into even smaller fragments.

"Please don't do this..." Sniffling, I whispered under my breath.

Their marks on my skin burned, as if someone had set fire over each of their marks and that fire would burn me down to ashes soon.

More images flooded my mind, each one worse and more frantic than the last. The scenes of them with that girl made me wish I could end my life already, just to stop these fucking images from inflicting more pain.

Unable to bear it any longer, I stood up, grabbed my bag, and abruptly walked out of the classroom. Passing by my locker, I hastily stowed my belongings and rushed to the bathroom.

I didn't know what I was going to do to stop these images, but I couldn't sit still and let these scenes drag me down to my grave.

So, I ran to the bathroom and turned on the sink, frantically splashing water on my face.

"Stop it! Stop it! Fucking stop it!!!" I sobbed. 

The images persisted, scenes of them getting closer to their climax, how they pushed deeper into her, and even Penelope's goddamn moans sounded inside my consciousness, making me feel absolutely disgusting. More so where they had touched me that night, ruthlessly taking my virginity and treating my body like a toy.

It was suffocating. Suddenly, even being alive felt suffocating... too suffocating.

No! I knew what they were trying to do.

They wanted me to end my own life, and I couldn't let them succeed after everything they had done to me. Why should I? It'd gain me nothing! 

"I won't fucking let you do it!" I shouted, holding onto the edge of the sink, as the sounds of their audible groans rang in my head as they reached their high. 

The sight of them embracing another woman and kissing her as if their lives depended on it, just fucking...broke me.

And finally, it began to fade away—the sight of them with the girl they apparently desired.

"No... I won't die," I breathed out, brushing my hair backward with my wet hands, staring at my reflection in the mirror with red eyes and heavy breathing. "I won't fucking let them kill me."

Yes, I won't let them kill me. At any cost.

They could do whatever the shit they wanted but I wouldn't allow them that pleasure.

As I turned around to leave, the door of the bathroom opened, revealing a very unexpected sight—Camila, severely injured wearing a full-sleeve hoodie (a rare occurrence because she always prefers to showcase her body for the twins), with marks on her face and apparent burns on her neck.

She looked at me, anger flaring in her eyes. "Why did you do this to me, Maya?!"

Wait... What?

What did I do to her?