Chapter Octavia's POV | Arcana Trials {Book 1} by Kara at Inkitt

Octavia's POV

Trigger Warning:

unconsented oral sex

The scent of sulfur, decay, and toxic fumes permeated my senses and I involuntarily wrinkle my nose, mentally gagging. My flesh prison stiffens. Danger is near... I can sense it, I thought to myself. My facial orbs dart around and I suck in a deep breath, gagging. The sky looks like a ginormous pool of blood, the jet black full moon reminding me of a black hole...as usual. On either side of me were two gorgeous but very poisonous gardens. Fitting for where I'm at- Hell itself if you haven't already guessed. Water Hemlocks, Deadly Nightshades, White Snakeroot, Castor Beans, Rosary Peas, and Oleanders line the pathways. I stiffen again when I sensed the danger. But this time, it's moving.

I should get a move on as well and get away from this. I look forward and see an overgrown path ahead that leads towards a foreboding forest. I start straight ahead towards the forest as fast as I could. Darkness engulfs my body as I scamper deeper and further into the forest. Adrenaline kicks into high gear when my senses were slammed by a very dangerous energy. My ears can only pick up the sounds of my own uneven, heavy breathing, the blood rushing through my veins at a high pace, my heart repeatedly slamming itself into my ribcage. Zero light came in through the deep forest. My body maneuvers around the trees I sense, randomly taking sharp turns as if I'm running from something... or someone that would probably kill me if given the chance. Thorns keep assaulting my flesh prison, lacerating every exposed part of skin... And I was naked. Fuck my life, I thought humorlessly. My blood runs cold at familiar, sick, twisted, perverted voice, one of the two that haunts me every night, calling me that same weird name.

"Oh, Tashlultum Shammuramat Huaranga, my sweet, delectable fair maiden~! I can smell your fear~! Oh~ how arousing it is~! I am seriously hard for you~! We both know if I were to impregnate you, it'll ensure my rightful place on the throne! I've always loved tasting your body, but now I think I want you to take me in that tight pussy of yours tonight~! I'm getting hard just thinking about that tight pussy around my throbbing cock. Everyone will see you for the whore you are~!"

Shit he sounds awfully close... I try to reign myself in when all of a sudden, I trip over something. I seriously DO NOT want to know what THAT is. I froze as soon as I finally realize I'm naked when I looked at myself for wounds. A scream narrowly escapes my lips when I notice him- Lucien, one of the two brothers who are bound and determined to make my life hell in these nightmares. I raised an eyebrow when I noticed him stroking his erect member right in front of my face. Even in the darkness, I can see him sneering down at me with his pearly white teeth and his iridescent colored eyes, his long crooked nose from one too many broken noses, and hideously uneven lips and wideset jawbone and chin. He licked his lips when he sees I'm looking at him, and I immediately will myself to wake up.

Except I can't. It feels like time has slowed down to an excruciatingly slow pace before I could feel the tip of his monstrous cock poking my lips. My lips remained tightly shut. Lucien scowled at me, his once iridescent eyes turning back as anger took residence. He isn't liking my disobedience... good. Maybe-

Smack! Pain surged to where his hand roughly connected with my cheek, however, I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing that hurt like a bitch. I narrowed my eyes at him while he sneered at me again. This time, I catch a dangerous glint in his facial orbs as I felt that same hand roughly grab a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back.

"Disobeying your future King? What, you think Luka will come to your rescue," he bit out bitterly like Luka's name left a nasty taste before adding, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, wife, but he's... held up at the moment."

I tried swallowing a lump that decided to make my throat it's home. He stopped stroking his erect member and cupped my face in his hand and forced my mouth open before shoving his cock straight to into my mouth. Tears started to sting the corners of my eyes as I gag with each rough thrust hitting the back of my throat. I keep counting each thrust... 1...2...3...4...

"Oh shit, Tashlultum, your mouth is so fuckin perfect around my cock," he moaned out through clenched teeth.

When my throat started to get sore, by the 67th stroke, he pulled out my mouth with a loud pop! I kept my eyes on him, anticipating the dreadful moment that's surely to come. He stepped around and crouched down by my ass, running his fingers down my back as he did so. I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine, and it wasn't the good shiver, either. Sparing a glance behind me, I could see that he is thoroughly enjoying the view of my womanhood. His tongue quickly darted out and moistened his lips slowly, his eyes looking hungry.

He spread my second set of lips apart with his right hand as his left came up on the back of my neck as if to keep me rooted in place. He positioned himself behind me, sliding the tip of his manhood down from my ass and taking a short pause at the entrance- er, exit- of my anus before continuing down to the entrance of my pussy. As soon as he slammed hard inside, everything went dark.

I awoke screaming, with my adrenaline pumping and sweat drenching my bed, clothes, and hair. After a few minutes of breathing exercises and grounding myself into the present moment, I chanced a glance over to my Jack Skellington and Zero alarm clock that my best friend had given me on my birthday a few years back. 8:57 a .m.?! Shit! Shit shit shit, I'm late! I have interviews to conduct today!

Collared Greens by Schoolboy Q and Kendrick Lamar start playing from my Galaxy S10. I roll my eyes and smile. My best friend, Alyss Roe, is calling. I answer after the first verse.

"Heeeeey, bitch! I just got up, why the fuck are you calling me for," I playfully growled.

"This is your fifth day late to work. FIFTH," she chides but continues softly, " are you having nightmares again?"

I cringe inwardly. I know what she's talking about. I had gotten PTSD from an ex after years of extreme abuse. I still have scars everywhere to this day to remind me of the personal hell I've had to endure for so long. A shudder erupts as I answer, "No, they've been different this time..."

"What do you mean by different," she asks with concern.

As I tell her about the dream, I roll up a quick Sour Diesel blunt. Cannabis helps me get through these episodes and keeps me focused on whatever task at hand. I light up as soon as I finish explaining.

"Damn, ma. Are you sure you're not being visited by the dreamweavers," she mused moreso to herself.

"I don't think so, I mean, I could feel something very dangerous and powerful but I didn't sense any dreamweavers," my voice straining from trying not to cough.

"You know they have the ability to mask themselves if they don't wish to be known. Enough of this talk though, you need a shower and get to work before lunch hour hits."

I growled slightly at this. We live in Los Angeles, so when lunch hour hits, it becomes traffic jam galore. You would have to be brave, patient and just straight stupid to try driving during lunch hour. I put out the blunt once it was about halfway done before going inside the bathroom.

I steeled myself to look into the mirror. My long, jet black hair that normally rests on my ass is now a matter, tangled mess going everywhere. This should be fun taming it, I think sourly. I spin on my heels towards my enormous outside shower. I adjusted the water to my scalding hot shower and stepped in, closing my eyes immediately and picturing roots slowly extending out from the soles of my feet and the palm of my hands. I mentally envision myself pushing out the negativity and bringing in positive energy. My flesh prison slowly starts to relax with the hot water and exchanging energies. I squirt a shit ton of jasmine scented shampoo into hands and gently lather my hair and exfoliate my scalp before rinsing it all out. Next, I put the same amount, if not more, of coffee scented conditioner. I washed and shaved my body before rinsing out the conditioner.

I deeply inhaled the fresh, crisp autumn air. After completely drying myself off and brushing my tangled mane before putting it up in a messy bun. I lathered myself in a moisturizer, brushed my teeth, flossed, and rinsed before going to my closet. What should I wear...hmmm.., I hummed to myself. I quickly found what I'm looking for- a jet back blazer jacket, a nice white blouse, and a pencil skirt that reaches midthigh. I saunter over to my dresser and pull out a nude tights and slipped them on. Going back over to my massive walk-in closet, I find my black stilettos and put those on. Next: make-up. I go back into my bathroom and quickly apply my make-up. Satisfied with my look, I quickly dart out to my garage.

Except my 1974 hemicuda won't start. Slamming the car door, I look for any available drivers on Uber and Lyft... No such luck there. I call the taxi and bus services and they're all taken! Wrong day to wear stilettos, I mentally roll my eyes.

I came running into my all time favorite coffee shop, Coffee Greenery. They sell cannabis-infused coffee and pastries. As I was looking into my purse to find my phone and wallet, I slam into what feels like a brick wall. I hit pretty hard and feel the momentum pulling me back.

Instead of falling flat on my ass, a solid arm wraps around my waist and pulls me forward. My flesh prison is immediately lit up with static energy. I feel so drawn to look up at who this stud is, so I do. He's wearing an expensive black tuxedo, dark plum wine colored tie, and a white dress shirt. His strong, chiseled jawline is sporting a three day old stubble that accents his full baby pink lips and very tan skin. He must go outside a lot..., I mused, mentally drooling. I notice he's got a strong Greek nose that suddenly inhaled deeply. His eyes are red, orange, blue, gold, and white and his lashes are to die for. He's staring right into my facial orbs, and I can see a flash of recognition, love, anger and hatred all flash through his eyes before the wall comes up.

Realizing what position we were in, I lightly push myself back before flashing a sheepish smile and rambling, "Oh my gods, I'm so sorry about that! I'm running late and not having a good morning at all. ... Although.. I think it may start to look up if you would be so kind to tell me your name?"