Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 441

Chapter 441: 441-RIP!
Helanie:

And in the other picture, my face was in focus, with a d*** forced into my mouth. But it wouldn’t look forced in a picture if they tried to twist the contrast. Even when I am visibly crying and are devastated, I would still not want my pictures out.

And then there were so many with my whole body and privates on display while their identities were successfully hidden. There were a few short videos too—more like gifs that failed to show the forced coercion, but they were enough to ruin me.

Lastly, a text message that would make me look even worse. And I wouldn’t be able to show the text to anyone without them thinking I was a part of it.

Unknown: We had fun that night. We can book you again, right? Have your rates gone up, or are they still the same?

I kept staring at the images. There were too many of them. Seeing myself like that in those pictures took me back to that place, to that station.

I remembered how I got up from the ground after thinking I had died and went home. That long walk, while my whole body ached and with almost no clothes on, was humiliating—especially when the neighbors saw me.

Not a single person had the decency to cover me.

They all stared, ogled at my body, and passed comments.

If these images go out, if these clips go viral, everyone will look at me with those same eyes.

I stared into the distance and then started laughing at myself. Did I really think I could live a different life?

That I could go after such powerful people and they wouldn’t fight back?

And then, when my phone beeped, little whimpers escaped my lips. I answered the call, slowly bringing my phone to my ear.

“Please delete—” I begged, breaking down on the call.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… why are you crying? I don’t like to see pretty girls cry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just admiring your beauty. And guess what? My friends and I just finished watching those videos and sharing them,” Zellu said on the phone.

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, shaking and struggling to breathe.

“What happened? No sass for us today?” he mocked, but his fake sympathy was clear in his tone.

“What do you want—” I asked, stuttering. My heart hadn’t recovered ever since I saw the images. I felt so vulnerable and weak again. It was like I had lived through that night all over again.

“Just leave—You were supposed to die. So why don’t you just turn off your phone, leave no trace, and disappear?” he muttered in a husky tone, purposely using the same voice he had whispered in my ear that night.

“We want you gone, or else—we’ll release these pictures. They’ll reach your little sister’s school, your academy, and every f***ing place. Do you want that? Because without the full video, it pretty much looks like you were just a naughty girl in the past. And with your stepmother, stepbrother, father, and others backing it up, it’ll be confirmed that you are lying about the rape.”

When he mentioned my father, it felt like a hard slap across my face.

Did he meet him?

Or does he know that my father would immediately go against me? I mean, my stepmother always made me out to be a slut, and my father believed him. So I’m sure once the news gets out, my father will bow down before them for money.

“So?” he waited for my answer.

There was nothing else I could do. I didn’t want everyone to see me like that—it wasn’t my choice.

“I will leave,” I said.

“No, you will die,” he replied, and I started nodding and sniffling.

“Say it. You will go outside when it’s snowing and be food for the monsters. Guess what? You will die a hero,” he pressed on, making me take a deep breath and stare into space.

“So?” he asked again.

“I will do as you want me to,” I replied, feeling like the same Helanie from that night.

“Good girl. Now you can finally rest in peace,” he laughed, making the others behind him laugh too.

I heard some familiar voices—voices I hadn’t met in person again.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

I cut the call and started walking in the snow.

Everything slowed down.

“So this is it,” I uttered with a broken smile on my lips.

As I slowly moved forward, I dropped my phone, then my bag.

A few steps in, and I was headed nowhere.

“I tried my best. I did,” I sniffled. “But they won, and you know why?” I asked as snow started to fall.

The thick mist from the snowstorm clouded my vision. It was as if every tear froze before it could fall down my cheek.

“Because you were on their side,” I uttered, raising my head and clenching my jaw. “You won.”

The cold started eating at my skin. Time passed, night arrived. My brain had stopped working—I could no longer estimate where I was or where I was going. I just knew I had to keep walking until I was consumed by either the monsters or the snow.

And then, just as I felt my breath stopping, I saw a woman in a white dress standing in the snowstorm.

Her hair flowed freely, and no matter how hard I tried to focus on her feet, I couldn’t see them. She seemed to be hovering in the air.

Before long, she came toward me, and as I was passing out, I felt her wrap her fragile yet strong arms around me, lifting me into her embrace.

“You think I’m on their side? I’ve only ever had one side—and it’s yours,” I heard the woman say, her voice making it hard for me to understand who she was and what she was talking about.

“I’m not going to let you die after watching you struggle so much to live,” she whispered.

And suddenly, I could no longer feel the cold.