Girl Possessed (Book 1 of The Girl Trilogy) by Reussie Miliardario Page B

the
air, knocking against the rocky mountainside which also hurt, but
not as much as the hair being ripped from my head.
    Who would pull a girl up from the side
of a mountain by her hair? My neck could break. Whoever it was was
evil.
    At that thought, I was
thrown to the ground atop the cliff. When I glimpsed the face of my
attacker, I saw she was evil. It was Jezebel Bradeere.
    She kicked me hard in the stomach with
her long, muscular legs. I crouched into a ball. My head ached. My
belly ached. Dust from the dry earth below me was in my eyes. I
wanted to kill her.
    “ You’re not allowed to
cross the boundary,” she grunted and then kicked me again, this
time in the back.
    I flinched and then moaned in
agony.
    She was breathing heavy as she
continued her stream of fire, “Are you crazy?” she kicked dirt at
me. “The serpent people might spot you from their air scouts past
the boundary. There’re not enough trees to hide you from their line
of vision.”
    I looked up at her, covered in dirt,
trying my damnedest to keep the tears from welling out of my
eyes.
    She had an excited look on her face, a
glint of fire in each amber iris. The scar across her cheek burned
red.
    I stood up and side swiped her legs
with my foot. She fell to the ground. With my small victory, I
started to run across the boundary line and into the
forest.
    She chased after me and threw me to
the ground in the leaves. Her body was so muscular and strong, but
I struggled to get away anyhow. To my defeat, she pinned me down
with her knees over my arms. The weight of her muscular body was so
heavy upon me. I was afraid the force of her weight might crush my
delicate bones. The hump on my back hurt something
awful.
    I spit in her face. She slapped me
across the cheek. My skin burned and I tried to wrestle out of her
grip. She was too strong for me and this infuriated me further. She
laughed and then tore open my shirt. I tried to knee her in the
stomach, but she had me pinned so tightly I could hardly
move.
    Reaching into her pocket, she took out
a knife. My eyes widened in terror. I couldn’t even move to get
away. She quickly carved a word into my upper chest. “Slut,” she
grinned.
    Blood gushed from the wounds. The pain
was torturous, but the fear was worse. I could hardly believe what
was happening. My thin body was too weak to get away. She coughed
up nasal mucus from her throat and spit it into my gasping mouth. I
vomited in my throat. The bile from my stomach leaked from the
corners of my lips and mixed with the dirt and dried blood on my
face from before.
    “ I’m not going to tell on
you, Cordellia Dressemme,” she whispered. “But, you better watch
your step around me or you’ll be sorry.”
    The musty aroma of her body and the
slice of her words sickened me further. I gagged and threw up
again.
    She laughed. And then stood up,
kicking me hard in the side. “Clean yourself up. She winked at me,
wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I won’t tell anyone if
you don’t.” And then she walked away.
    In horror, I hurried over to the
waterbed beneath the shade of the trees. My upper chest burned and
bled down my body. The wounds weren’t too deep, so they would heal
on their own. Even my stomach and the side of my body ached from
Jezebel’s brutality. I hated her and felt utterly humiliated that
she had violated me the way she had.
    She was the slut and certainly not
me—I was a virgin. Somehow, I would make her pay for that. But, at
least, she had discovered me instead of the community leaders. I
didn’t think she would tell on me.
    I wondered nervously what had happened
to Shaul. I didn’t see him at the lake while I was climbing down
the mountain. Where could he have gone? There was no time to save
him now though. Soon the work day would start and if I didn’t show
up, the guards would come looking for me.
    I quickly stripped out of my clothes
and bathed in the pond. Despite the pain I felt in my body and
mind, I loved