The Beast's Possession

*TW: MENTION OF ASSAULT*

**Killian

pov**

My jaw hit the floor and my eyes grew so wide, I feared they could pop out of their sockets. Of all the awful things, this wasn't one I thought she might say.

Milly could claim Bane was abusive or bullied her, but forcing himself onto her against her will? No.. In all honesty, I didn't even know.

He was a piece of shit man, that was a well-known fact, but a man like that? I still had my doubts, that much was clear, so I had to find out more. I needed more information to come up with my own conclusions before I blamed anyone. Clearing my throat, I focused on Milly. Maybe reading her emotions and body language could give me more of those answers that I needed. "Okay. I won't blame you, I won't call you a liar and definitely won't abuse a victim, so let's get that clear. Now, if you're okay with it, I would appreciate it if you gave me more details about how things went down to what happened to you. Surely, you knew him before it happened, so please, tell me everything you can." "Give me a second," she muttered and averted her gaze again. At this point, I wasn't sure if she couldn't look into my eyes if she was about to lie or if it was because she felt too ashamed of the things she couldn't control. Whenever a man did something like that to a woman, in my eyes, he instantly lost every right to be called a man. No true, self-respecting man would do that to someone who was weaker than him. And if Bane did it.. Fuck, I hoped he would burn in hell.

"Dad, could you please give us some privacy?" Milly addressed the old man.

My eyes darted to him just as he started protesting. "Darling, I'm here to support you, don't send me away, please. You need me here, I know you do."

Milly shook her head. "No, dad, please go. I love you for trying to offer support, but seriously, I don't want you to hear half of what I have to say. You have heart problems already, stress will cause more issues. Please, let me do this. I need to do this on my own, with no support system. This is for me."

The more I listened to her, the more convinced I became that she couldn't have lied after all. Someone who was fighting for their words like Milly was, yeah, she had gone through something awful.

"Listen to her, please," I added, bringing his attention to me. "Milly wants this conversation to happen on her terms and right now, she's trying to protect you from something awful. Please, give this to her."

His eyes darted between us for a couple of times until he let out a loud groan and nodded. "Fine, if this is what you want, so be it. But I will stay around, somewhere far enough not to hear the conversation, yet close enough to be able to come here if you need me. Just shout for me, okay?"

Milly took his hand in hers and squeezed it a little, thanking him in a whisper.

Once the old man started walking towards the door, Milly averted her gaze again. The fact that she struggled to look at me spoke volumes of her trauma and everything this poor woman had experienced.

Now, I felt truly bad about ever assuming that she could be lying and even more, saying that out loud. I had no business in downplaying her trauma and the abuse she went through.

"I think I will start from the very beginning. Do you have time to listen?" She whispered.

Automatically, I started nodding my head, but once I realized she wasn't looking at me, I gave her a verbal confirmation. "All the time you need, I have it."

"Okay," she breathed out. My muscles tensed as I waited for her answer, and the next moment, I realized she was sobbing.

I thought about approaching her and sitting next to Milly to support her, but she didn't want anyone near her. She was a spitfire, very open and clear about her needs, so if she ever wanted me close, she would have told me that much. "It started years ago. I met him in an accident. Dad sent me to get some groceries and we ran into each other in the local supermarket. Or, I ran into him, to make it more precise. I was so focused on the list in my hand that I didn't pay attention to my surroundings," she muttered and instantly chuckled. "How I have wished that encounter never happened, you have no idea."

More sobs escaped Milly while all I could do was sit here and watch her. I didn't dare to utter a word, fearing I could say something wrong and ruin everything for her.

While she tried to gather herself again, I started thinking about all the things I could do to Bane. Every way to torture him, every way to pay back everything he had done and give it twice as hard. The man deserved to die, but death would be too simple of a punishment for someone like him. Bane had to suffer.

"At first," Milly started talking again. "He was your everyday regular guy with a little more charm than others. He asked me out on a date and since I was young and stupid, I was completely overtaken by his charm. I agreed and after our first date, everything went downhill."

Another pause. Honestly, the time she took for herself to gather her thoughts was annoying me because I wanted to know everything right now, but I also understood that I had to learn patience with a violence victim.

"After that date, as soon as I foolishly told him I enjoyed the time we spent together, Bane announced that I was his. I laughed it off like some possessive joke, but back then, I couldn't have known how serious he was when he made that statement."

Finally, Milly looked at me, eyes full of tears, nose running and cheeks sunken. "Then, the next time we met, Bane told me he had chosen me as his Luna. I disagreed. I told him I enjoyed the date, but I didn't see him as a potential love interest. I didn't see him as more than a friend," each word that left her became louder, laced in aggression and hate.

I was speechless. The hatred that burned in her eyes was too real to be fake. The pain on her features also was too true. As much as I, against all odds, didn't want to believe that Bane could have fallen that low, there was no way Milly was lying.

"He told me I'm moving in with him. I protested, but he took me back home and announced to my dad that he was taking me with him. I was to become his Luna. Dad was against it, obviously, since he saw I wasn't okay with it. But Bane didn't care. He stole me from home the same as he's been stealing those poor girls from the packs he slaughters every single day. The difference between me and those girls is that he actually told my dad that he's taking me, not kidnap me like others."

By now tears were streaming down her cheeks so fast, it looked like her eyes had turned into small waterfalls.

"Milly, I-" I tried to speak, but she raised her hand and shook her head.

"No, don't tell me that you're sorry just yet. I'm not done. After he stole me from home and forced me to move in with him, he let his people laugh at me, call me names, slap and kick me until day turned into night. By the time Bane took me to his home, he told me I had to learn my lesson, to learn how to listen, that he had control and my word meant shit. After he was done with all that, he didn't even bother showing me the house. Instead, he took me to the guest bedroom and forced himself onto me there. Not only did I lose my virginity because of his violent acts, but also, after he was done, he laughed in my face that it was good he didn't ruin his bedding by taking me to his bedroom."

Wow. How was I supposed to react? So, after all, it turned out that Bane was way worse than I ever thought.

"There. Now you know a part of it. It's only a part, keep in mind that there was more. But I won't tell you everything today, I just can't return back to that place, I can't rip open the wounds I have barely closed up. If not more, at least you know why Bane is the demon of my past. I was forced to fake my own death to get rid of him."