Trigger Warning:
This chapter contains assault. Please read with care.
Mark smirked as he watched Marcus slam into Genesis in a brutal, relentless rhythm—his thrusts hard, careless, and without any precision.
Then Mark glanced at her. For a moment, their eyes met. Genesis stared back, then quickly turned her head away.
He scoffed and turned, walking away without another word.
Genesis lay there, her bare breast pressed hard against the cold countertop beneath a thin, torn layer of clothing. Her teeth bit into her lips so hard that blood welled up, but she didn't flinch. Tears traced silent paths down her cheeks.
"Aww, fuck," Marcus groaned, his nails digging into the flesh of her waist as he continued to thrust with brutal force. His eyes squeezed shut, his body shuddering—then he remembered the rule Mark had given him: no finishing inside her.
He pulled away just in time, but not before some of his seed slipped inside her. He quickly pulled out and sprayed the rest across her back and bare skin.
When he was done, he sighed with satisfaction, then looked down at her—no remorse, no guilt. He watched as the mess slid down her pale, slim thighs.
"Fuck, you're even tighter than I thought," he sneered, caressing her exposed skin before slapping her twice roughly. Then he adjusted his pants and walked away as if nothing had happened, as if she were just some object used and discarded.
Genesis lay still, tears pooling beneath her eyes, mixing with the blood dripping from her bitten lips and the slick mess on her legs.
After several minutes, she slowly stood. Her eyes widened when she noticed the shattered plate scattered across the floor. It must have slipped when he yanked her around.
She gasped and hurried to pick up the broken pieces, her heart pounding—not from the pain or humiliation, but from dread at what Monica would do when she saw this. She didn't care about the mess on her back or the mess still dripping from her.
End of Flashback
"Genesis? Genesis?"
Voices called her name, shaking her gently, but it felt like she was trapped beneath a heavy fog. Everything sounded distant and muffled.
"What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know. Maybe I should take her home. She needs to rest. She's just stressed—maybe that's why she's crying."
"I don't know… maybe I should call Mr. Blackwood…"
"No, no. Don't. I'll get her home to him. This would just make him more worried."
"Oh, you're right. Let me grab her things," Miss Reneta said, hurrying back into the classroom.
Stacy and Calista frowned as Miss Reneta rushed toward them, grabbing Genesis's pink duffel bag and vacuum cup. Then she called out to Daisy.
"Daisy, come."
Daisy turned, and Miss Reneta gestured for her to gather her things.
Stacy stepped forward, concerned. "What's going on, Miss Reneta? Is Genesis okay?"
But Miss Reneta ignored them, grabbed Daisy's hand, and practically ran with a very confused Daisy toward the lounge.
Genesis and Mark were nowhere to be seen.
She looked around, then caught sight of him turning a corner near the large glass doors. Miss Reneta started running toward him.
She pushed open the door just as another car rolled into the studio driveway—and then she saw Mark carrying Genesis in his arms. She was barely conscious, eyes open but unfocused.
"Wait, sir! You forgot her things," Miss Reneta called out. But before she could move forward, Daisy yanked her hand away.
"Who is that man? Why is he carrying Lily?"
Miss Reneta frowned as Mark placed Genesis in the back seat. Damon and Leonardo stepped out of the car nearby, frowning at Miss Reneta and Daisy standing by the other vehicle.
From where they stood, they didn't see Mark put Genesis into the car.
"What do you mean?" Miss Reneta said, reaching for Daisy's hand. "That's her brother."
But Daisy pulled away, frowning.
"Brother? Lily doesn't have any siblings."
Daisy didn't recognize the man. She knew all the people who usually picked her up from school and ballet classes—and this man wasn't one of them.
Then she noticed Damon and Leonardo approaching quickly.
Mark's eyes widened as he spotted them. He rushed into the passenger seat.
Daisy screamed, "That man is stealing Lily!"
Damon lunged toward the car immediately, his large frame moving faster than it seemed possible. Mark frantically started the engine.
Damon slammed his fist through the driver's window, shattering the glass.
Miss Reneta gasped, suddenly realizing the grave mistake she had almost made. If Daisy hadn't come to class today—and if Mark had gotten away with taking Genesis—Miss Reneta knew she would never forgive herself.
Leonardo and Damon grabbed the car door together, and with unbelievable strength, they yanked it open just as Mark rushed into the passenger seat. They tore the door off its hinges. Mark quickly opened the passenger door and slipped out just before Damon could reach him, then took off running.
Leonardo stepped back and sprinted after him.
Damon moved away from the driver's seat and hurried to the back where Genesis lay, her eyes open but vacant, staring blankly at the roof of the car.
"Little miss," he called softly, but there was no response. She didn't even blink.
He pulled the door open wider and carefully lifted her out.
Looking into her eyes, he shook her gentle, desperate for any sign of life, but still—no response.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath.