Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]-Chapter 59: You’re mine alone

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Seraphina let out a shaky breath, trying desperately to hold back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She wanted to ask what Electra meant by saying she was to blame, but then she'd decide against it, concluding that she most likely wouldn't like the response she'd get.

Her voice wavered as she finally spoke. "What do you want from me, Electra?" she asked, desperately wanting to know what it was Electra really wanted from her.

Her gaze searched Electra's face for any sign of remorse or understanding but found none. "I don't understand why you're doing this. You've already... had your way with me." Her cheeks flushed slightly at the admission, but she pressed on. "What more do you want? Why are you making my life so difficult?"

Electra tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Is that what you think?" she replied coolly. "That I've made your life difficult?"

Seraphina's frustration bubbled over. "Yes! Ever since I got here, you've done nothing but torment me and my friends. Yuna didn't deserve what you did to her, and neither did Yura. If this is about me slapping you, then I'm sorry. Truly, I am. I'll apologize a thousand times if that's what it takes. Just... please, leave me alone."

Electra remained silent, and her expression was unreadable.

"I just want to get through my time at this school peacefully," Seraphina continued, her voice softer now. "I don't want any trouble. I never did."

Electra uncrossed her arms and took a slow step forward. "Are you done?" she asked, her tone devoid of emotion.

Seraphina's shoulders sagged. The lack of response, the cold indifference—it was too much. Tears welled up in her eyes despite her efforts to hold them back. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just tell me what you want from me."

Electra studied her for a moment, her gaze sharp and calculating. "You really don't get it, do you?" she said finally.

"Do you really think I'd make it that easy for you, little dove?" Electra added, her voice dripping with mockery. "If I just told you what I wanted, where's the fun in that? Hmm?"

Seraphina let out a tired sigh, which only seemed to amuse Electra even more, and she leaned in, forcing Seraphina's back further against the door. Seraphina tried to avoid her gaze, but the proximity was suffocating.

Every fiber of her being screamed to put more space between them, but Electra's height pinned her in place, leaving her feeling like a cornered animal.

"Just tell me what it is you want from me, Electra." Seraphina whispered, her voice trembling. "Just say it. What will make you stop hurting Yuna and Yura? What do I have to do for you to leave them alone?"

Electra's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "You really think I'd just tell you? Where's the fun in that?" She tilted her head, her hair brushing against Seraphina's shoulder as she leaned closer. "I told you, little dove. This is only the beginning, and if you're already this desperate now, I can't wait to see how much more you'll break down."

Her other hand reached out, and her fingers brushed against a stray lock of Seraphina's hair. She twirled it lazily, her smirk never faltering as she added. "So don't waste those tears yet, darling. Save them for when you'll really need them."

Seraphina shuddered at the finality in Electra's words, and her hands pressed harder against the door behind her, as if trying to will it to open and provide her an escape, but she knew there was no escape—not from Electra, not in this moment.

"Why are you even doing this?" Seraphina asked, her voice breaking as she tried to summon courage. "What do you get out of making me miserable? You barely even know me, and I'm just some nobody compared to you. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Electra pulled back slightly, her smirk fading into something colder. "It's not about what I get, sweetheart," she said, her tone eerily calm. "It's about what you'll lose. Your comfort, your innocence, your peace of mind—all of it, and when you finally realize there's no escape with me, that's when you'll understand what it means to belong to me."

Seraphina's chest tightened at those words, her mind racing. "Belong to you?" she repeated, her voice barely audible.

"You heard me loud and clear, Sera," Electra responded.

Her fingers brushed against Seraphina's skin, not tight enough to choke but enough to establish control. "And no matter how hard you try to escape, no matter what you do, you'll always end up back here. With me."

Seraphina's voice trembled as she managed to choke out, "Why? Why do you want me to belong to you? I just don't get it. Why me?"

Electra leaned in closer, her breath warm against Seraphina's lips as she responded with maddening calmness, "You don't have to get it, little Seraphina. All you need to know is that you're mine. Completely. Utterly. Mine."

Every fiber of Seraphina's being wanted to resist, to argue, and to scream that she belonged to no one, but before she could gather her strength, Electra's fingers shifted, tracing the curve of her lips with a feather-light touch.

"And until you accept that," Electra continued, her tone softening to something almost tender, "I'll make sure your life becomes even more miserable than it is now because I don't like sharing what's mine."

Seraphina's mouth opened, ready to protest, but Electra silenced her with a sudden, heated kiss. It wasn't gentle—it was possessive, overwhelming, and intentional.

Seraphina's initial instinct was to push Electra away, but her body refused to move. Her mental exhaustion and the sheer intensity of Electra's lips left her momentarily paralyzed.

Electra took full advantage of Seraphina's stillness, deepening the kiss and biting down gently on her lower lip. The unexpected gesture sent a jolt through Seraphina, and to her horror, a soft sound escaped her throat—a sound she hadn't intended but that Electra clearly relished.

The sound only seemed to encourage Electra, and her hand tightened slightly around Seraphina's neck, but not enough to hurt.

When Electra finally pulled away, her eyes were dark with satisfaction, and her fingers lingered on Seraphina's skin as she whispered, "You're mine, Seraphina. Only mine to have."

She leaned in just enough that their foreheads almost touched, her gaze burning into Seraphina's. "And I don't like anyone else getting attention from what's mine. Not Yuna, not anyone else."