Chapter 23 - Ange, My Angel ~ Extra Story: Escape

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—Amber isn't coming back.

We'll never see each other again.

As that realization sank in, a heavy darkness swept over Ange, smothering the memories of the love Amber had showered him with and the worries he'd had about their future together.

It was all being swallowed up by the encroaching void.

The strength drained from Ange's hands as they feebly pressed against the man's chest. His fingers slipped, falling limp against the sheets with a soft, defeated sound.

"So, you've finally given up…"

A mocking voice dripped with satisfaction.

The man gripped Ange's chin, tilting his face upward, and their lips collided in a forceful kiss.

The taste was vile.

The sensation made Ange sick.

—Ah, I know this feeling.

That same unbearable disgust he'd felt night after night at the orphanage.

—A kiss was always the beginning of something far worse.

The man's tongue forced its way into Ange's mouth, greedily exploring. Ange, too numb to resist, let the man do as he pleased, while the bitter taste of tobacco and the man's overwhelming scent flooded his senses. It began to overwrite everything, even the painful memories Amber had worked so hard to erase.

—This is disgusting.

The warmth that had filled Ange's body moments ago quickly evaporated, leaving him freezing cold. And yet, despite the cold, sweat began to seep from his skin, chilling him further.

As the man ravaged his mouth, he pried Ange's legs apart, his thick, rough fingers trailing down between his thighs before forcing their way inside him.

He didn't feel anything nor did he get wet when a man other than his mate touched him. Yet the remnants of Amber's seed within him stirred, causing a sickening squelch as the man's fingers moved, mixing everything together.

"…No…"

—No.

His head throbbed.

The man's face, the ceiling behind him—everything began to blur and swirl, spinning out of control.

Dizziness overwhelmed him, and Ange couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.

With his eyelids clenched tight, he tried to escape into the darkness, into oblivion. But even as his consciousness began to slip away, the sensation of the man's fingers inside him remained painfully clear.

That place—meant only for the man he loved—was being violated by someone else's touch, someone who wasn't Amber. The intruding fingers scraped along his inner walls, invading the deepest parts of him.

—No.

It was awful.

He was freezing, his body trembling uncontrollably, yet his skin was damp with cold sweat.

Disgust swelled within him.

Nausea welled up in his throat.

—I won't forgive this.

"What the hell?!"

The man suddenly recoiled, pulling away as though burned. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin.

Ange could taste the metallic tang of iron on his tongue.

He had bitten the man's tongue, hard, as it had invaded his mouth.

Even if I never see Amber again, I won't let this man erase the scent, the traces Amber left behind.

I want to remember.

I don't want to forget.

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