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Mal groaned, desperately wishing she and Evie were already back at their dorm. Why in evil’s name had they decided it was a good idea to start making out in one of the Auradon Prep hallways when their room wasn’t really that far away and they could have just—
Brushing her fingers along Mal's shoulders, Evie pulled her close, sucking gently on her neck so as not to leave a mark.
Oh, right. That's why.
Fortunately, there was no one around—school had been out for hours, and the two of them were only there because one of Evie's clubs had run late and Mal had stuck around doing homework so they could walk to dinner together.
But she just hadn't been able to resist how hot her girlfriend had looked, and a quick kiss hello had quickly turned into a makeout session that was definitely way too steamy for the likes of any Auradonian sensibilities.
Mal sighed happily as Evie continued kissing her neck, trailing down her collarbone. "Evie..." she breathed.
"Yes, baby?" Evie murmured, running her hands through Mal's hair.
"Do you think maybe we should- ah, go back to our room to finish this?"
"Finish what?" Evie teased. "I thought you liked kissing me."
"Oh, I do, but...you know..."
Evie raised an eyebrow, slipping a hand beneath Mal's skirt. "I'm not sure I do," she replied. "Why don't you tell me?"
The touch of delicate fingers trailing along her thigh already had Mal dizzy. "E..."
"Mal..." Evie replied, sliding her fingers along the hem of Mal's underwear. "What is it?" When the fairy didn't reply, Evie moved her fingers just a little bit closer, brushing gently over the thin fabric separating them from Mal's center, already damp with arousal. "Is this what you meant?"
Mal dug her teeth into her bottom lip as she tried her best not to buck into Evie's hand, a quiet whimper escaping from her throat. "Mmhm," she managed, nodding slightly. "I just don't know if the third floor bathroom is the best place for us to—“
Her breath hitched as Evie pressed a finger firmly against her, moving slowly and deliberately as she massaged her through her underwear.
"The best place for what?" Evie asked innocently, her lips ghosting past Mal's ear.
"Fuck," Mal groaned.
"Oh, well, if you don't want to do that..." Evie smirked as she moved her hand away, and this time, Mal couldn't stop her hips from chasing after the lost pressure.
"Unfortunately, I just have so much homework to do once we get back to the room," Evie continued, gathering up the book bag she had discarded on the floor the second Mal pushed her into the out-of-use room and locked the door behind them. "But I'm sure we can pick this up another time. Maybe tomorrow?"
Mal groaned in frustration, yanking Evie close and crashing their lips together.
“That's more like it," Evie said with a smirk. "Trust me, this hallway is completely dead this late in the evening. No one's coming by til the janitor does his rounds in the morning. And it gives you an excuse to test out that little soundproofing spell you've been working on, if you want to play it extra safe."
"Why do you have to be so convincing?"
Evie smiled sweetly. "It's a gift."
As Mal pulled her spell book from her own bag, Evie slowly sank to her knees, pressing soft kisses along the insides of Mal's thighs as the girl tried desperately to concentrate on the spell.
"If I mess this up, it's totally your fault," she muttered.
"Mm, guess I'll just have to make it up to you if that happens," Evie replied, and Mal let out a shuddering breath before saying the words that would keep any of the undoubtedly obscene noises she was about to make confined within those walls.
If they hadn't both been so lost in the tasks at hand, maybe they would have heard the door open, or the quiet choked sound that followed, just in time for Mal to finish the spell and Evie's kisses to reach their destination.
But all Mal could focus on was the heat of her princess’s lips pressing against her soaked underwear as she closed her eyes, letting out a needy whine as the spell book tumble from her grasp.
She ran a hand through Evie's hair, intent on pulling her closer, but a sudden gasp from her girlfriend made her stop.
Her eyes flew open, and she quickly followed Evie's shocked gaze to find a man standing in the doorway, his face flushed and his mouth dropped open in shock.
She had no idea who he was—a teacher, she guessed, although there were enough staff at Auradon Prep that she couldn't place him.
"Sorry, we didn't think anybody would be here this late," Evie said, immediately switching gears and acting as though she hadn't just had her face buried between Mal's legs. "I just realized I had left one of my pins in my friend's skirt when I was hemming it up recently. Fortunately, we found it!"
She flashed her hand at the man as if she were holding something too small for him to see, smiling pleasantly.
"We were just getting our things and heading out," she continued.
The man swallowed heavily, looking as if he wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. As Evie gathered up both her things and Mal's, his eyes darted to the spell book.
"Wait," he said, his throat scratchy. "You were doing magic."
A pit settled in Mal's stomach. Things had been going better for them in Auradon since the coronation fiasco, but Fairy Godmother had made it abundantly clear that she was not to do any magic, and certainly not without supervision. But Mal hadn't been willing to give up her magic now that she finally had access to it for the first time in her life, and had continued doing it in quiet all the same.
She had never thought about the possible consequences, but now that she was faced with being found out—especially in particularly compromising circumstances—she was starting to wonder if maybe she should have.
"Oh, we were just going over a poetry assignment," Evie said, as unflappable as ever.
"No, you were doing magic," the teacher countered. He was more confident now, and something about it set Mal on edge. "Magic's not allowed here."
"Really, it's not what you think," Evie insisted. "We were just-"
"I know who you are. You're those villain kids, from the Isle," he continued. "You're those villain kids, and you're doing magic, in the school, after hours. Do you know how much trouble you could get in for this?"
"We were just leaving," Evie said, taking Mal's hand and trying to lead her past the man, who seemed to regain his composure as he took a step further into the room, blocking their exit.
"They could send you back to the Isle of the Lost for this," he said. And at that, Mal finally felt Evie tense beside her. When they had decided to try to be good, Evie had made her promise they would never get sent back to the Isle. And Mal had, knowing how much it meant to her. Knowing that the Isle had been a terrible place for all of them, and there's nothing she wouldn't do to make sure all three of her friends got to live out the rest of their days in the relative safety of Auradon.
Except...fuck. She had fucked up. She had fucked up, and she had made Evie a promise she couldn't keep.
"That would be unfortunate," Evie said carefully. "But as I'm sure you've noticed, we're not actually doing anything."
The man stared, his eyes darting between the two girls, and Mal couldn't shake the dizzying unease she felt under his gaze. She knew her cheeks were flushed, her chest still heaving slightly from the exertion. She didn't like the way he looked at her. But she didn't know how to say anything, in their current predicament.
"Then you won't mind if I look at your 'poetry book?'" he asked at last.
Evie forced a smile, huffing slightly as she reached into her bag and pulled out a book.
"Not that one," he said. "Why don't you go ahead and empty your bags out on the counter, since we seem to be having trouble getting to the bottom of this."
The shift in the man's tone was slight, but it betrayed a dangerous edge.
"You first," he told Evie. As she did as he asked, his eyes hovered on Mal, running up her body as she tried not to fidget with her clothes, wondering what other evidence of her tryst with Evie remained obvious.
Evie dumped out the final contents of her bag. "There. You're welcome to look through all my books for yourself. And then you can let us leave."
As he stepped forward, Mal's pulse quickened.
Evie glanced towards her, her name on the tip of her tongue, when the teacher's hand shot out, grabbing Mal by the wrist.
"What are you doing?" she hissed. She tried to pull her arm away, but he was stronger than he looked, and he yanked her toward him with more force than she was expecting.
"I don't need a book to know you cast a spell. I heard you," he spat, tugging Mal close to against him, her back to his chest.
"Get away from her," Evie demanded.
The man chuckled, his breath hot on Mal's ear. "And I know just how many royals are itching for an excuse to send you away from Auradon for good."
Mal froze, her eyes finding Evie's across the room.
Her girlfriend was watching the scene unfolding before her with a stunned expression on her face. Her hands were trembling, but Mal couldn't tell whether it was with fear or anger.
"Ben would never let-" Mal started.
"Everyone knows you aren't his anymore. Do you really want to test that theory?"
She felt his hips roll against her ass, and she shuddered as she realized just how hard he was.
"Because I'm willing to bet that one word from me about catching you two casting spells and fucking around on school property—well, it's not a great look, is it? After your mother just tried to destroy all of us. And then what would happen to you?"
He released his hold on Mal's wrist, and she stumbled forward, bracing herself against the counter.
"So why don't we save us all a lot of trouble, and you both just stay put and stay quiet, hmm?"
He moved behind Mal, his hands on her shoulders as he shoved her down to her knees. The fairy winced as her knees hit the floor, and she shot a worried look in Evie's direction as she tried to struggle back to her feet, only to be shoved down once more.
"Don't do this," Evie said, and Mal could practically see the gears turning in her head as she debated what to do.
The teacher laughed as he reached down and unzipped his pants. Mal flinched as he pulled his cock free, the sight of it making her stomach turn.
"Open your mouth," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Mal's characteristic defiance roared back to life as she glared up at him. "Fuck you."
"That's the plan."
He tangled his hand in her hair, gripping tightly and pulling her head toward him as she shrieked.
"Wait!" Evie shouted, rushing forward and dropping to her knees beside Mal. "Let me."
Mal whimpered as he turned to Evie, fist still tight in Mal's hair.
"You want to help, huh?" he asked.
Evie swallowed roughly. "Just...don't hurt her."
Mal bit back a sob, hating that Evie had to see this. That she wanted to protect her. That this man had gotten this far at all.
He considered for a moment. Then, he released his grip on Mal and in one swift movement, grabbed Evie by the hair and brought his knee crashing up into her forehead.
Evie cried out in pain, falling back onto her heels and clutching her head as Mal watched in horror.
"Evie!" she screamed, reaching out to catch her before she fell all the way to the ground.
Evie moaned in pain as Mal helped gently lean her against the wall. Her eyes rolled in her head and Mal realized with a jolt that she was no longer fully conscious.
"She was getting in the way." The teacher shrugged. "Now you and I can have our fun."
"No," Mal growled. She felt her nails digging into her palms, her magic pulsing through her veins as she glared up at him. "I'm going to fucking kill you."
But before she could do anything, he had another fistful of her hair, forcing her face close to his cock. She shut her eyes tight, unable to stop the tears from slipping out as he nudged it against her mouth.
"Open up."
She shook her head as much as his hold would allow, keeping her lips pressed together firmly.
"This is your last chance," he said. "Open your mouth, or I'll have to open it for you."
Mal clenched her jaw, determined not to give him what he wanted.
He sighed. "Have it your way then."
He forced his thumb into Mal's mouth, prying her lips apart, and before she could react he was shoving himself inside her, hitting the back of her throat.
Mal gagged, trying to pull away, but he held her head firmly in place, thrusting into her mouth. She could feel herself starting to choke as she struggled to breathe through her nose.
Just as she came to her senses enough to contemplate biting down, he pulled out of her, leaving her coughing and gasping for air.
"Don't even think about using those pretty little teeth, or your girlfriend will wake up to my cock down her throat instead," he said, adjusting his grip on her hair. "We could have done this the easy way, but you made your choice."
He plunged himself back into her mouth, fucking her without remorse.
Mal choked, struggling to breathe as she strained to look over at Evie out of her peripheral vision, praying that her girlfriend hadn't regained consciousness. That she wasn't watching this. It was a sordid relief to see blue hair curtained over the girl's face, her head still slumped forward, her chest rising and falling slowly enough that Mal knew she was still out.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," the man said, his pace slowing for a moment. He reached down to touch her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek as she shuddered and tried not to gag around him.
He pulled out again, and Mal coughed roughly, barely regaining her breath before he tugged her up off her knees by her hair and threw her over the countertop.
"No, no, no," she whispered.
But he ignored her, forcing her down onto her stomach and pressing down on the back of her neck. She felt the cold against her cheek, and she started to cry.
"Please, don't," she sobbed. "I'll do whatever you want, just let us go."
The man hummed, running his hand over her ass. "You will do what I want," he said. "But I want to do this."
He lifted her skirt, exposing her ass to him. The fairy flinched as he rubbed his cock against her.
"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice thick with desire.
He leaned over her, and Mal could feel his breath on her ear as he whispered, "I want to hear you scream."
And with that, he slammed into her.
Mal cried out in pain, clawing at the counter as he stretched her open. She felt like she was being torn apart from the inside out.
"Fuck," he groaned, pulling out and thrusting in again. "You feel so fucking good."
Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to block out the pain as he rutted against her, pressing deeper and deeper into her each time. She bit down on her lip to try to keep the whimpers locked in her throat as he pounded into her, her entire body aching from the force of his thrusts.
"Yes, take it. Just like that," he grunted, his breathing ragged.
Mal felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Even on her worst days on the Isle, she could never remember feeling this powerless.
She opened her eyes, locking on Evie's still form. She wanted to crawl over there, to curl up beside her and hold her close. But all she could do was stare helplessly, hoping whatever twisted fantasy this teacher, this Auradonian who was supposed to represent all that was good, ended with her.
Mal felt a familiar heat building up inside her, the feeling of something that had started only moments earlier, here, with Evie, now morphing into something unbearably cruel.
The man reached under her, his fingers rubbing her clit, and she whined, a hot rush of shame flooding her body.
"What? Is this better than having your little girlfriend down on her knees?"
Mal gritted her teeth, her entire body trembling as he continued to thrust into her relentlessly. She felt her body responding against her will, the sensation of pleasure warring with the pain of being fucked raw. She gasped as the pressure built, her muscles tensing and her toes curling.
"No," she cried. "No, please...no..."
But it was no use, and soon she was crying out, her orgasm ripping through her. The man growled in satisfaction as he felt her body clench around him, fucking her through the aftershocks until his own release soon followed.
She heard him moan behind her, felt his hips stutter as he came inside her. He thrust a few more times, riding out the feeling, before finally pulling out.
Mal collapsed, her legs too weak to hold her up anymore. She lay on the floor, the cold tile soothing her burning skin.
The man chuckled as he tucked himself back into his pants. "You were such a good fuck," he said, nudging her with his shoe. "I kind of don't want to be finished with you yet."
Mal soon felt a fist in her hair again as he wrenched her up to her feet. She winced as he dragged her over to Evie, who was now moaning softly.
"Open your eyes," he commanded. "I want you to see what I did to her."
Mal blinked through her tears, her vision blurry as she looked down at Evie. Her girlfriend was stirring, but slowly.
"If you don't want anything else to happen to her, you'll do as I say," he said. Mal trembled, knowing she had no other choice. "Good. Up against the wall."
He threw her face first against the wall, the impact jarring her already aching body.
"Spread your legs."
Mal obeyed, her legs shaking.
She heard a rustling sound, and she realized he was going through her bag after all. But it soon became clear that he wasn’t after the spell book this time, as Mal felt a pressure at her entrance that sent a new jolt of fear running through her.
"No," she gasped.
"Hold still."
Mal's eyes fluttered as he pressed a glass bottle between her legs, guiding it into position.
"There we go," he murmured. "Now let's see how much fun we can have with this."
He thrust the bottle forward, and Mal cried out as it stretched her open. It was cold and unyielding, and it burned as he pushed it deeper inside her.
"You like that, don't you?" he taunted. "You villains, always getting off on tormenting others. Time to get a taste of it yourself.”
Mal squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the pain. But it was no use; she could feel the bottle pushing deeper and deeper, filling her completely.
"Yes, just like that," he groaned, and she heard him step back, watching her. “Now you do it.”
Mal blinked, breathing through the haze of pain, certain she had heard him wrong.
“What?”
“Fuck yourself with the bottle, and do it now.”
Her hand trembled as she reached down, grasping the bottle and tugging it lightly out from where it was buried inside of her. She whined, the feel of it harsh between her legs.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she leaned her forehead against the wall, bracing herself against it as she continued to move the bottle slowly in and out of her cunt.
He let it go on for several minutes, the sound of him panting harshly behind her punctuated with the occasional crude praise. When he demanded Mal move faster, she tried to comply, but knew it wouldn't be enough. Knew she couldn't be as relentless as he wanted her to be.
Then his body was pressed up against her, and the way it shifted the angle of the glass sent a new wave of pain through the girl.
Mal tensed as she felt fingers pressing at her opening, forcing their way into her body alongside of it.
"No," she protested, but he simply leaned into her harder, silencing her with his weight.
"That's right," he growled in her ear. "Take it all. You want it. You know you do."
She sobbed openly as he forced his fingers deeper into her, stretching her wide. Her brain was still hardly able to process how they had found themselves in this predicament.
When his other hand reached around to her clit again, Mal almost shrieked at the touch. He began rubbing her in fast, hard circles, and she could feel the pressure building inside her despite everything.
She shook her head, trying to will her body to calm down, but it was no use. He kept stroking her, taking over fucking her with the bottle, and she could feel herself back on the edge.
"Come for me, little girl," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Come for me like the filthy slut you are."
Mal screwed her eyes shut, trying desperately to fight the feeling, but it was too much. Her body betrayed her, and she came with a strangled cry, her muscles clenching around the bottle and his fingers, bruising and painful.
He continued to stroke her, drawing out her orgasm until she was gasping for breath.
"Stop, please," Mal whined. Her clit ached, her legs wouldn't stop trembling, and her heart was beating so fast she thought she might die.
"What's wrong, little villain?" he asked, his tone mocking. "I thought your kind liked it rough."
He punctuated the statement with a hard thrust of the bottle, and Mal moaned, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.
She was about to beg him again when he pulled his fingers out of her, and she sagged against the wall in relief. But her relief was short-lived as he spun her around, slamming her back against the wall and pinning her in place.
"I'm not finished with you yet." He grinned as his hand went to the button of his pants, undoing them and pushing them down to his knees.
Mal felt bile rising in her throat as he ground his hips against her, letting his cock slide between her legs. She felt him pressing against her opening, and she clenched her jaw, preparing herself for the pain.
"Please don't," she whispered, but he just laughed and thrust forward, burying himself inside her.
Everything was so much at this point, so much, that all Mal could do was stand there, trapped, her body tensing he stretched her open yet again.
"Yes, just like that," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "You're so tight."
He picked her leg up and wrapped it around his waist, allowing himself to shove even deeper inside of her. Mal's eyelids fluttered at the new angle, her breath hitching as he pressed against a spot that sent sparks up her spine.
He grinned down at her, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Oh, you like that?" He thrust against it again, and Mal let out a strangled moan.
He kept moving against the same spot inside her, and despite everything, yet again, Mal could feel herself starting to respond to him. She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet, but he leaned down and kissed her, forcing her lips apart and swallowing her moans.
He fucked her faster and faster, and soon, Mal couldn't hold back anymore. She shook her head frantically as she came with a cry, her muscles clenching around him as her body shuddered.
He laughed, his breath hot against her neck.
Mal closed her eyes, trying to block out everything, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chased after his own pleasure.
Suddenly, he groaned, his hips jerking forward as he came inside her for the second time.
The feeling of his release spilling inside her was somehow almost worse than the pain of being fucked, and Mal cringed as their mixed arousal dripped down her thighs. He stayed inside her for a moment longer before finally pulling out, leaving her empty and sore.
The man tucked himself back into his pants and stepped away from her, admiring his handiwork. "There's just one more thing missing, I think."
Mal felt her knees go weak. How could she possibly withstand anymore. She couldn't bear the thought of him touching her again. "Please," she begged, "Just let us go."
He grabbed her by the hair again, pulling her close, his voice low and menacing against her ear. "I told you I wanted to hear you scream."
Mal shivered, her fear spiking as he dragged her over to Evie, who was now blinking blearily and looking around.
"Oh god, M," the other girl said when she saw them approaching.
A mixed wave of emotions tore at Mal as she saw the look of horror on her girlfriend's face. She tried to tell Evie that she was okay, but the man forced her back down onto her knees, her face inches from Evie's.
"Watch closely," he commanded the other girl. "I want you to see what I do to her."
Evie shook her head, but Mal could see the fear in her eyes.
"It's okay," Mal whispered, trying to reassure her. "It'll be okay."
Mal didn't know who she was trying to convince more—herself or Evie. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to prepare herself for whatever he had planned.
She felt something new between her legs, and she flinched, her eyes flying open. Looking down, she saw with horror that it was a spray bottle of air freshener, thicker and harsher than anything she'd taken so far.
Mal shook her head, her body tensing as he started to push it inside her. "No, please, it won't fit."
But he ignored her, forcing the top inside her, stretching her open as she keened.
Mal bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries of pain as he slipped more of the can into her, but she couldn't hold them back, her body trembling as he forced her to take more and more. She was so full, so stretched, and the pain was excruciating.
She could hear Evie crying too, and she reached out, desperate for some kind of comfort. Evie took her hand, her grip tight and her palm sweaty.
"It's okay," she choked out, her voice shaky. "I'm here."
Mal nodded, trying to focus on Evie's words instead of the pain. It was the only thing keeping her from screaming.
The man finally stopped pushing, and Mal braced herself. But nothing could prepared her for the blinding pain of the spray can handle clawing at her insides as her rapist tried dragging it back out.
She cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably as he barely moved the can inside of her.
"Hmm, guess that only has one direction to go," he said, and with one harsh thrust, he pushed the can as far into her as it would go.
Mal's eyes rolled back in her head, the pain overwhelming her senses. She felt like she was going to pass out, but she held on, focusing on Evie's hand in hers and breathing through the agony.
The man stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Now that's a pretty sight," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You look good stuffed full."
Mal closed her eyes, trying to block out everything but the feeling of Evie's hand in hers. She could feel the man's eyes on her, and she knew he was getting off on watching her suffer.
"Why don't we get your friend involved?" he asked, turning to Evie. "Go on, suck her clit."
"What? No," Mal gasped. "Please, don't make us do this."
Evie shook her head, refusing to look at either of them.
"Do it," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Or I'll make sure you regret it."
Mal shivered, knowing he would follow through on his threat. She squeezed Evie's hand, trying to reassure her. "It's okay," she whispered. "We can do this."
Evie looked at her, tears streaming down her cheeks, and Mal felt a surge of anger at the man who had made them both cry. But there was nothing she could do about it, and she knew it.
"Go on," he said, nudging Evie with his foot. "Lick her pussy."
Evie leaned forward, her tongue tentatively flicking out and brushing against Mal's clit.
Mal jerked, the oversensitivity of her body too much to bear. But Evie kept going, licking and sucking her clit, and Mal felt lightheaded as the careful attention of the girl she loved started driving her to yet another unbearable peak.
"That's right," the teacher said, his voice heavy with lust. "Make her come. Don't you dare stop until I tell you that you can."
Mal squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling of Evie's tongue on her instead of the pain of being stretched open by the spray can. But it was no use; she was trapped between two kinds of agony, and she couldn't escape.
The pressure inside her was building, and she knew she was going to come, despite the pain. She tried to fight it, but it was no use; she came with a strangled cry, her body shuddering as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Evie kept licking her, drawing out her orgasm until she was sobbing, her body trembling with overstimulation.
"Stop," she gasped. "Please, I can't take it."
But Evie didn't stop, and Mal was left helpless to endure the torture of her mouth on her.
"Fuck, that's hot," the man said, his voice thick with desire. "Keep going, don't stop."
Evie kept going, her tongue relentless as she licked and sucked Mal's clit. Mal whimpered, her body tensing as she felt another orgasm building.
"Please, Evie," she begged. "Please stop."
Evie finally pulled away, her eyes seeking out Mal's as she tried to offer some sort of reassurance, the horror and regret blazing through her wide-eyed stare.
"Please just let us go," Evie begged. All Mal could do was cry.
She felt his foot on her back, pushing her down so that she was doubled over on herself and increasing the pressure of the spray can filling her up. Mal heaved, the pain shooting through her like lightning.
"You're not going anywhere until I say so," he growled.
He pushed down harder, and Mal keened, scrambling towards Evie to get away. Her girlfriend wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close, staring up at their tormenter as Mal cried into her shoulder.
"Now get her off. Just like that. I want to see you both."
Evie squeezed her eyes shut, collecting herself.
"I'm so sorry, Mal," she said, reaching a hand that had been wrapped so protectively around her down to her abused cunt.
Mal choked out a sob as Evie began rubbing her clit, her entire body convulsing with each touch.
"No, no, no," Mal begged through ragged gasps.
"I know you're hurting," Evie whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Just try to pretend we're somewhere else."
Mal tried to listen to Evie's words, but it was no use; it was all too overwhelming. She could feel herself spiraling out of control, her mind racing with fear and despair. She clung to Evie, desperate for any kind of comfort, but there was none to be found.
She felt another orgasm building, the pleasure and pain intermingling until she couldn't tell them apart. She cried out, her body tensing as she came again, her muscles clenching painfully around the spray can inside of her as she trembled violently.
"Go on," the man said. "Keep touching her."
Mal sobbed, her body shaking as Evie continued to rub her clit. She felt like she was going to explode, her nerves frayed beyond repair.
Suddenly, the man reached down and grabbed Mal by the hair, yanking her away from Evie and throwing her to the floor.
Mal cried out, her body aching as she hit the cold tile. She tried to scramble away, but the man ground the heel of his shoe against her pussy and she arched her back, jerking wildly.
"That's it," he growled, grinding down harder. "Take it, you villain bitch."
Evie screamed, trying to grab the man's leg, but he kicked her away, sending her sprawling across the floor.
Mal writhed on the floor, the pressure and friction on her clit and the spray can inside her driving her wild. She felt like she was going to pass out, her vision going blurry as she struggled to breathe.
She heard Evie sobbing, begging the man to stop, but he ignored her, his gaze fixed on Mal.
"Come on, you little whore," he growled. "You know you want to come. I can see it in your eyes."
He pressed his foot down harder, and Mal cried out, her body tensing as she came again. She shook and shuddered, tears streaming endlessly.
The man laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that sent a chill down Mal's spine. He lifted his foot, letting her sag against the floor, her heavy breathing filling the quiet room.
She flinched as she felt his hand rub over her pussy, and then his fingers were sinking into her, wrapping around the can. Her eyes flew open in shock as he slowly began to tug it out of her.
Mal clawed frantically at the ground, feeling the handle of the can scrape against her walls so sharply she knew it must be drawing blood. She felt like was choking as she gasped for air, blinking rapidly and trying to make sense of such indescribable pain. The man pulled the can out inch by inch, twisting it cruelly as he did.
When it was finally out, Mal collapsed to the ground, shaking uncontrollably. She felt dizzy, the room spinning around her.
Evie crawled to her side, cradling her close and whispering words of comfort that Mal could barely hear over the pounding of her heart.
The man smirked, stuffing the can in his back pocket. "A little souvenir for me to remember our time together by." He looked the girls over. "I don't think you'll have any trouble remembering me."
Mal felt the edges of her vision going dark, her body finally starting to shut down after all the abuse she'd endured in such a short span of time. She closed her eyes, clinging to Evie's warmth and trying to ignore the pain coursing through her.
The last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was Evie's voice, low and fierce and full of anger.
"I swear to god, I will kill you for this."
When Mal woke up, she was lying in Evie's lap, and everything hurt.
"M, baby," Evie said, cupping her cheek and brushing her thumb across her skin. "We need to get you out of here. Can you walk?"
Mal blinked, trying to clear the fog from her mind. "What happened?"
"Oh, M," Evie whispered. She stroked Mal's hair, her eyes bright with tears.
Mal tried to sit up, but the pain was too much, and she sank back down, whimpering.
The sharp pain between her legs sent the memories flooding back , and she started to shake, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Mal buried her face in Evie's shoulder, sobbing as the reality of what had happened hit her. She clung to her girlfriend, her body trembling as she cried.
Evie held her tight, rocking her gently and stroking her hair. " I'm so sorry."
After a moment, Mal stiffened, pulling back to look at Evie. "Did anything happen after I... Did he hurt you?"
Evie blinked back tears, the ferocity in Mal's eyes reminding her of just how frequently the other girl had put the well-being of her crew above her own.
"I'm okay," she said softly. "Nothing happened. Once you passed out, he just left."
Mal searched her eyes, looking for the hint of a lie.
"Promise?" she asked.
Evie tucked a strand of hair behind her girlfriend's ear, trying not to react as she flinched. Palm pressed against damp cheek, she stared intently back at Mal, hoping to reassure her of her openness in this moment.
"I promise."
Mal nodded, her jaw clenching even as some of the tension seemed to drain from the rest of her . "Good."
Evie took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Can you stand?"
Mal winced, taking a few ragged breaths as she struggled to compose herself. She sat up, her arms shaking as she tried to push herself off the floor.
"Just take it slow," Evie said, supporting her with an arm around her shoulders.
Mal grimaced as she stood, her legs wobbling beneath her. She leaned into Evie, her head spinning as she tried to steady herself. But when she tried to take a step, the burning ache between her legs roared back to life and she cried out, her knees buckling.
Evie caught her, holding her close as Mal sobbed. "Shh, it's okay."
"No, it's not," Mal said through gritted teeth.
The admittance shocked Evie. She had seen Mal lie about being hurt to save face dozens upon dozens of times on the Isle, so for her to just come right out and say that something was wrong was a new kind of terrifying.
"Okay," Evie said, gently helping her sit back down. Once she had situated Mal back in her lap, she pulled out her phone. "I'm going to text Jay."
Mal gripped her wrist, and Evie saw terror flash through her eyes. "He said we couldn't tell anyone. I can't—" She took a breath, trying to steady the tremors continuing to rack her body. "I can't let you guys be sent back to the Isle because of me."
Evie swallowed. The threat of the Isle lingered over all of them. What had happened to Mal was worse than anything the four of them had been through growing up, but they all feared there would be worse to come if they returned.
"He took the spell book," she admittedly quietly, rubbing her forehead as she contemplated what to do. "If we stay here, someone will find us. I think it's better to risk our friends knowing than anyone else in the school."
Mal hesitated, then nodded. She settled back down in Evie's lap and watched as Evie typed out a quick message to Jay, and then Carlos, telling them where to find them.
Mal needs you, she wrote, knowing neither boy would question her ask with those three unfamiliar words tacked on.
When she was done, she set her phone aside, rubbing soothing circles on Mal's back and trying to ignore the way her shirt clung to her sweaty skin.
She had no idea how they were going to get out of this, where they were going to go from here, but any Auradonian who stood in the way of making sure Mal was never hurt like this again was going to learn exactly just villainous she and her friends could be.