Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 81: Chap-81*Dil*o!*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I pushed him away and hurried back to my room before he could say anything more disgusting to me. After reaching my room, I closed the door behind me and sought refuge in the bathroom to avoid him.

I remained in my room the whole day, skipping meals altogether. I could hear his footsteps outside my room, and occasionally, I heard him humming a tune, but I only ventured out when I felt it was safe to do so.

When he made his intentions clear to me, I wasn't ready to confront him again. I felt frightened, especially after witnessing how Maleeka had gone completely silent.

I had collapsed on the couch from exhaustion, but I had no way of knowing how long I'd slept because I had lost track of time while hiding and spent the entire day trying to figure out if he was lurking outside my room. I was curled up in a ball on the couch, not really thinking that the closed door might open at any moment. Little did I realize the extent of the danger I was in.

However, sleep overpowered my thoughts and kept me from waking up, even though I was in a deep slumber and had heard something.

I'm not sure why I didn't wake up immediately when I could sense someone had opened the door and entered the room. After a short while of moving around, the footsteps approached me and suddenly stopped right beside me. It was at that moment that I began to slowly grasp the fact that I wasn't alone in the room.

He was standing right in front of me, leaning over, and staring at me when I finally shook my head to rouse myself from slumber.

"H----," I tried to make out a sentence, but the words wouldn’t come out of my throat. I attempted to force my hands under my body to get up, but that didn’t work either, leaving me bound on the couch while he pulled a dildo out of his pocket.

"Don’t even bother attempting to get up or move a muscle. I gave you an injection of something really unique while you were sleeping, like a beautiful sleeping princess. Cynthia, you’re not eluding me today," While he spoke, he moved the dildo into his hand. Atticus looked so scary in the moment. With my eyes, I begged him not to do it and expressed my regret if anything I had done had so severely wounded his ego.

"I kept contemplating which tool I should use to fu*k you with, and honestly speaking, I decided to go a little nice on you for our first session; otherwise, I was looking for a huge and large stick," he chuckled when talking to me, and his statement shuddered my body.

"But you know what? I am not doing you," he then pulled away from me, and I let out a sigh of relief. I didn’t want him to do anything to me, either.

But that’s when someone walked into the room and locked the door. Rosalie had pink lingerie on when she strolled sexily towards the bed and sat there with her legs spread.

"W---," I was trying to open my mouth, but words were coming out in a hopeless whimper.

"I decided not to fuck you at all. You are the most disgusting thing that I have ever seen," Atticus shrugged, reaching for her. She was naked from down the waist. There was a lollipop that she was sucking on, and it just looked disgusting.

Atticus rested the dildo on her pussy and started pushing it gently, making the opening bigger for the dildo to slide in. I just didn’t know why I was crying, but it was a sight I didn’t want to see. It seemed as though I was still not over Atticus because he had fucking accepted me. Now, even if I reject him, he will not accept my rejection, and I will keep feeling this pain that will kill me someday.

"S----," once again, my lips couldn’t pronounce the word. He slid the whole dick inside her, lowered his face between her legs, and licked her vagina. His tongue tickled her pussy, and she moaned loudly.

That was it.

I couldn’t watch any more. I pushed my body out of the couch and started running like crazy, realizing I was about to cross the door when somebody pushed me back into the couch and shook my body to wake me up.

"No!" I shouted again, and that made me open my eyes, only to realize it wasn't Atticus. It was Mr. Holt, holding me close and trying to wake me up out of concern.

"Mr. Holt," I said, furrowing my brow as I looked around, sensing that something was amiss. My arm throbbed with pain, and there was a small dot of blood on my sleeve.

"Hey, calm down. It was just a nightmare," Mr. Holt reassured me, helping me understand that everything I had experienced was just a bad dream. But it had been one terrifying nightmare. When Atticus had mentioned injecting me with something, I could still feel it in my arm.

"I don't want to stay here. Please, take me somewhere else," I pleaded, burying my face in my hands. I couldn't bear the thought of living in constant fear.

"But why? Did someone say something to you?" he inquired, gently caressing my cheek. As I began to roll up my sleeve to show him the mark, Mr. Holt stopped me.

"Settle down, Cynthia. It was just a nightmare. You know what? I'll take you to the training field with me in the morning. Now that you're healed, you can learn a few things before the competition," he reassured me. I hate to admit it, but I felt at ease. He had his arms around me, comforting me, and I slowly pulled away. I remained puzzled about his sudden kindness. Given how scared I was, I didn't want to upset him either.

Thank goodness it was just a nightmare. I just wish I never get to feel anything like that ever again.

Was Atticus the worse of the two devils?