𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 28𝓽𝓱, 𝓙𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

Alexander led the way, his posture commanding as Nico followed close behind, his expression cold and unreadable, i kept still after the stinging Cassians slap had lef on my but. I was still in the bakery uniform from the day they took me, the faint scent of flour and sugar lingering on the fabric. As we entered a dimly lit room, I couldn't help but notice the towering shelves of books lining the walls, the space giving off the aura of a private library. A massive bed sat in the center, its dark wood frame intricately carved with designs. I chewed on my nails, a nervous habit I couldn't seem to shake, even as I tasted the metallic tang of blood from biting too hard. The three held a silent conversation, Alexander's eyebrows were creased, whereas Cassians expression remained silent. "Darling, we don't want to hurt you. But you are ours now and if you can't obey us a punishment is in place" Alexander's voice broke the silence.

"No" I muttered.

"No?" Nico's voice sounded mocking, almost as if my "no" was some sick kind of joke. I furrowed my brows as I looked up at them, Cassian had rolled up the sleeves of his white blouse. "Five spanks" my mouth fel open as if I was some mindless goldfish waiting for its food "five from each of us birdie, now don't make this harder than it should be" he walked over to me with big strides. I tried running to the door but he was quick to catch me by the wrist, effortlessly hauling me over his lap. His cologne was strong, it did smell nice. I jerked abruptly as he touched the hem of my jeans, a quick slap halted me in my movements. "You're all insane " I struggled even more, Cassian let out a big sigh. Alexander and Nico stood in front of us, looking down on me with a look I could not quite decipher. "Fifteen spanks, common Jules" tears left my eyes as i continued to struggle. He quickly pulled down my pants, palming my cheeks to seemingly calm me down. But it did nothing more than grow my fear and stress. A hard slap came down on my ass, quickly followed by another "count Jules" I shook my head as I tried to get of his lap "Jules im warning you one more time" a hard slap came down on my ass "one" another "two" he slapped me harder the last three times, kneading my butt when he finished, Nico lifted me off his lap effortlessly, his slaps where hard and quickly leaving me with stinging marks "ten".

"Five more darling" Alexander caressed my cheek before lifting me into his lap "count for me Jules" my breath had become ragged by now, tears streaming down my face "fourteen" he kneeded my cheeks before leaving another slap. It was humiliating and something I didn't want to experience again "I w-want my dad " I stuttered out "shhh" Alexander had sat me against his chest across his lap, petting my hair like I was some dog he got for Christmas.

"You need to listen Jules, we have some rules and you need to obey them. It isn't fun how your life turned out but your ours now. Not following the rules will result in punishments but if your a good girl we might take you out after a while" i peeked my head up as Nico spoke the last words, he chuckled before continuing. "One, no escaping. The area is surrounded with guards so you won't escape anyway. Two no back talking or questioning our orders, your our little doll so you do not have anything to say against us. Three always respond in words, we like verbal communication nodding will result in punishment. I'll make more rules when needed. I hope we don't have to come that far Jules" his tone had grown darker.

Alexander sighed, his gaze softening, though his authority remained unyielding. "Take a moment to collect yourself. There's a bathroom through that door," he said, nodding toward the far corner of the room. "We've left clean clothes for you. Take a shower, brush your hair. You have fifteen minutes." His words hung in the air like an ultimatum, leaving no room for argument. Nico added, his tone dark and pointed, "Don't disappoint us, Jules. We're being kind right now—don't make us regret it."With that, they turned and left, the click of the lock echoing through the silence. I sat frozen, staring at the door, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to do next.

I sat on the bed for a moment, leaving out a big breath as I did. I ran over to the windows trying to open them but they wouldn't budge "dammit" I wiped the imaginary dirt down my jeans, before walking over to the second door in the room. The bathroom was as luxurious as the rest of the house, with a marble sink, a clawfoot tub, and a rain shower. The steam from the running water quickly fogged up the mirror as I stripped off the bakery uniform that clung to me like a reminder of my old life. The warm water cascaded over me, washing away the grime of the past few days, but it did little to ease the tension coiled in my chest. I closed my eyes, the steady rhythm of the shower providing a brief moment of calm "breath Jules, we are g-going to get out of h-here" maybe the shower didn't help, my heart started beating like an unstoppable train. Going on and on. After drying off, I found the clothes they had left: a soft pink sweater and a pair of light washed jeans. When I reentered the bedroom, the three of them were waiting. They had returned silently, their presence filling the space with an oppressive weight. Alexander sat in a chair near the bed, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp. Nico leaned against a bookshelf, arms crossed, while Cassian stood by the door, his expression unreadable.

"Good girl," Nico said, his voice low and patronizing.

I stiffened at the words, biting back a retort. Their earlier warning about defiance echoed in my mind, and I didn't want to test the limits of their so-called patience not yet, anyway."Come here," Cassian said, his tone leaving no room for argument. I hesitated but stepped forward, my legs feeling like lead. As I approached, Cassian reached out and took my hand, pulling me gently but firmly until I stood in front of him. Alexander had sat down in the armchair that sat in the corner next to the closet. Alexander leaned back in his chair, his posture deceptively relaxed as he observed me. "You're thinking too hard, Jules," he said, his voice low and smooth. "That look in your eyes—it's going to get you into trouble."

"I don't-t care wha-at you think," I shot back before I could stop myself. My words hung in the air, and for a split second, I regretted them.