Yours, Until Needed
Chapter 38: Mine

Chapter 38: Mine

I found it difficult to focus my eyes, still burdened by the pain and nausea.

But I managed to zone into one, and suddenly, I’m seeing red.

Utter fucking bullshit.

The photos were of a naked woman in different settings and poses. All disgusting and degrading.

All allegedly me.

Panic set in, and my heart nearly stopped if I hadn’t seen various places that I’d never even been to. And those people I’ve never once seen.

What the? What on earth was this?

My first thought, aside from passing out, was the possibility of voyeurism, but I’ve never attended these parties that looked like fucking orgies.

As an unintended virgin of twenty-four years, never had I gone through any of this.

That’s when it clicked.

"You bastard!" I growled while clutching my stomach in anger and pain.

"You’ve reached an even lower low?" I mocked him, my disgust for him reaching entirely new heights.

"What? You dare deny these?" He threw them at my face, his laugh grating against my ears.

"That’s not even me."

"Tell that to anyone willing to listen after seeing these." Jasper grinned like a maniac as he clutched me by my jaw.

"Heck, we’re even doing you a favor. Now, maybe someone would want you."

"Consider it as my gift."

*Ptooey*

I spat on his face. Which earned me a wall slam as he threw me backward. I had to grit my teeth in pain.

*Whoosh*

Jasper vanished from in front of me with a sudden whoosh. I strained to focus on what was around me when I heard an angry snarl, "Your gift?"

Lucian had Jasper by the neck. He had him pressed against the wall, a hand crushing his throat. Jasper coughed in surprise.

"No wonder you took so long."

"Eli! What happened?!" Riri ran to me, worried about my state, "You look pale as a ghost! And what the fuck are these?!" She exclaimed at the scattered photos.

"Blackmail material. That train wreck wanted to blackmail me with these."

Lucian looked over, and Jasper started goading through gritted teeth. "Surprised? Who would’ve thought that the pristine Eliana to be a massive slut?" He tried laughing but was just choked harder.

"Sure, I’m surprised." Lucian deadpanned.

And I suddenly felt weak in the knees. Don’t tell me he’s believing all this. Cold sweat started on my back, making me tremble.

Jasper laughed louder in bouts, "Would you really want a dirty wench when there are better options? Better performing, too. You might not know, but let me tell you. Eliana’s dry. She’s dry as a desert."

Now this motherfucker was spewing tall tales. As if he even got to take a piece of my clothing off. Not even a fucking sock.

"Hmm. I’m surprised. I never thought someone would be as stupid as you." Lucian drawled while his hand tightened, forcing Jasper to groan.

"You could’ve at least used the right body type. You didn’t even get the belly button nor the moles right."

"You couldn’t even commit your crime correctly." Lucian gave a low growl, his words cutting through the tense atmosphere.

"You’re just saying that to save face! You think anyone would believe you?"

"Believe me? The husband who’s memorized every bit of his wife or some lunatic who’s never even seen her belly button? Even the length of the torso’s wrong, you idiot."

Eh?

Hey I figured the photos were edited but I didn’t notice those. I mean it’s not like I look at my own body that intently to see. Even I don’t know what my belly button really looked like!

"Now, instead of damaging her virtue, you just added to it. Untainted, all mine. So pure that this was all that you could imagine of her." Steady and domineering.

All mine. My ears rang at this, and I’m pretty sure I’ve reversed my pale-ness issue. No,w I’m buckling down for a totally different thing.

"Did you expect me to believe that?" Jasper faltered earlier. Obviously, we all know that’s fake. But if my guess is correct, this guy was ready to die on his hill, believing that I’d never let Lucian have me, too. Well, my loins and back would like to differ.

"You don’t want the world to know how dry your sex life is, but you won’t be able to fool me. Eliana was mine. Even her first kiss was mine." Jasper, this idiot, really wanted to go there.

"Yours?" Lucian laughed, but there was no joy. It sounded menacing.

"She’s been mine before she even learned to walk. First kiss? Even earlier than your balls descending. Even her first word was me. And you expect anyone to believe your delusions?"

Hey...Hey! This brat! Calm down, because now even my heart’s having arrhythmia!

I don’t know which is more embarrassing, Jasper’s lies or Lucian’s "truths." I couldn’t even call foul, fuck!

Jasper looked indignant, unable to accept Lucian’s statements. I mean, I’m with you this time because denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Eli was Luci’s. Even the godforsaken school principal would agree. But to say it like that in public?! Whew!

Jasper was probably going to say something that sounded smart in his brain, but Idris just cut him off.

"You’re wasting everyone’s time. If you just used your eyes, you could’ve seen her covered in his marks. Then you could’ve saved yourself this embarrassment." Idris stated as a matter of fact. This had Rina glancing over.

"Oh shit! Mosquitoes, my ass!" She asked earlier, and that’s what I said.

Hello?

Did she expect me to admit to being boned by her own cousin? I should’ve worn a turtle neck. That bastard let me leave the house looking like I had chicken pox, dammit!

Jasper actually looked over, his earlier arrogance suddenly melting into something I couldn’t quite place.

"You let this son of a bitch touch you?! Did you sell your body like a whore?!" He’s beyond angry, but for what? What’s it to him?

"Ah. You wanted to ruin what you couldn’t have."

Lucian paused before adding, "What you had was merely all that I was willing to let you have. Know your place." He threatened. He wasn’t scolding him, nor did he shout this, but Jasper looked like he’d been burnt.

"The cops should be here any moment now," Idris added, and they sure timed their arrival well.

I wasn’t sure what to feel about the photos on the ground. They were evidence of his crime, and they clearly weren’t me. But I felt horrible when the cops collected them.

We entered this place knowing Jasper was here. So from the moment we did, we’ve had surveillance on us.

I wanted to escape earlier because I wanted to at least vomit first before dealing with him.

But now I wondered when my trembling and nausea subsided. Was the sense of embarrassment stronger than wanting to lurch?

A female officer offered to assist me in going to the station.

But as I was going to reject her offer politely, I was lifted off the ground.

"I’ll take care of it. We’ll see you at the station, officer." Lucian preempted.

Jasper finally snapped out of it when an officer cuffed him—angrily threatening about how he’d make everyone regret this.

He wanted to do this in public to create a scene, but we booked the second floor for this, only allowing him to book a room.

I invested in Java Junction, after all.

I was out of my daze when Lucian said, "You didn’t use the button."

Oh.

He’s angry.

Welp.