Alexandra crashed on the crouch; her legs were grinding against the ground. She tried to lift herself, but couldn't. She was too drunk that her body was out of her control.
Footsteps entered her ears as she tried to turn her head back.
Who was awake at this point of time? If her brain was working correctly, then it must be Cillian.
"C-Cillian? Uh, is t-that... you?" slurred Alexandra. Her cheeks were flushed red, while her words were incoherent. Today, she had lost control over herself, and drank five bottles. Her belly was so full that she didn't need to eat anything, if she tried... then, she would just puke.
Cillian eyes narrowed when he saw her drunken state. He snarled, "You are drunk?! Again! How many times I have to yell at you for this wretched behaviour of yours? For this evanescent happiness, you drink... and torment us!"
"I-I... don't beat... you... do I? Nah, I-I... don't b-beat y-you... brothers."
Cillian walked towards her, forcing her to sit up.
Alexandra let out a groan of protest, yet too weak to fight back. She was forcefully made to sit up, her face being squashed by Cillian's hands, who ran his eyes over her figure. After finding she was okay, he lifted her up.
"H-hey! D... drop... me... I-I mean, put m-me down... you damn fox..." Alexandra kicked and thrashed against his hold.
Cillian hissed, "Shut up! Stop moving before I break your legs!"
Alexandra flinched at his words. Her muddled mind could register that Cillian was angry at her. She wanted to apologize but the demi-human's angry face made her unable to utter a single word.
"You are always like this, aren't you?! Are you that afraid of me?! If you are, then why do you indulge in alcohol like this?!" yelled Cillian.
He opened the door with a bang, throwing Alexandra on the bed.
Alexandra's face paled drastically. Before he could do anything, Cillian climbed on top of her, trapping her hands against the headboard. His hot breath hit her face as his tail rubbed against her legs.
An uncomfortable moan escaped her mouth. Her chin was grabbed as Cillian gave her a cold smirk.
"How does it feel? Not able to do anything, only to trapped beneath me... tell me, how does it feel?" Cillian's eyes darkened, "I am much stronger than you, much bigger than you... yet, I work under you. Do you know your face really looks divine right now? Almost wanting me to destroy your face."
Possessiveness swirled inside his eyes. He tightened his hold on her chin, making her wince in pain. A jolt of anticipation ran down his spine. A dark thought formed inside his mind.
'What would she do if I do something 'more' to her?'
Looking at the red, plump lips, Cillian ran his thumb over her lips, inserting a finger into her mouth.
"Mhmm... mphhmm..." Alexandra tried to push out Cillian's finger out of her mouth. The demi-human narrowed his eyes before forcefully inserting another finger into her mouth.
"Are you uncomfortable? This is what Michael and me feel every day. Do you think I like you?" Cillian laughed coldly. He pulled out his fingers, and the saliva on her face.
Alexandra whispered, "Let... me go..." Her eyes watered as she glared at Cillian.
"Why should I let you go?" Cillian gritted out, "I know what you did. Michael knows too. Tell me, why did you do that? Why did you kill them? Why?" He was trying his best to restrain his anger.
Alexandra took a sharp intake of breath. Cillian's hold was hurting her. "W-what... do you want from me?" Cillian's actions had sobered her up.
Cillian's eyes dangerously narrowed. He sneered, "I want the answer. They never hurt anyone. They were kind. They were good people. Why did you kill them? Why? Answer me!" He screamed at the end of his sentence.
Alexandra closed her eyes. It was Cillian's way of tormenting her. Unlike Michael, who tortured her by a different method, he liked to torture her by making her recall her actions on that fateful night. With a deep breath, she started.
"It was the time of... war. Javanjis... were winning. O-our allies... w-were at a d-disadvantage... so, I-I... d-devised a plan... to sacrifice... a village of... demi-humans, who... supported the javanjis, yet didn't take... p-part in... war. W-we... my plan was to... let the javanjis... think that those p-people have... betrayed them... by helping us. I w-wanted... to s-show... that their neutrality was... fake."
"Did you succeed?" Cillian's face was blank.
"I-I did... the w-whole village was... wiped out," Alexandra opened her eyes, "I am... sorry."
Cillian snorted, "Don't be. You shouldn't feel sorry. You helped your side, didn't you?"
Alexandra's face contorted in pain. "I did... but I destroyed... that village. Your Village."
Cillian shook his head. A cruel smirk was etched on his face. He lowered his mouth, whispering into Alexandra's ears. "Did you know what happen after the javanjis attacked my village?"
"Yes... I..."
"They slaughtered us... like we were pigs. They didn't spare anyone... not kids, not women... they didn't spare anyone. Do you know they skinned my parents alive? You must remember that. Always remember that." His voice was dangerously low.
"Do you remember them?" As soon as he uttered those words, he smashed his lips on Alexandra's own, muffling her words. He didn't want to listen Alexandra's apology. He was already tired of it.