16 - Punishment I

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There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then."

-Cassandra Clare, City Of Glass.

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OLIVIA WOODS

Killian Creed was found dead on Christmas morning in Northwest Ithaca.

There were other dead bodies there too. The mob, the reporter had said did this. The mob killed the Creeds' cousin and five more. Five people.

But they were in the mob.

Georgia was sitting beside me. It was twenty-sixth December and we both were under a thick layer of blankets with her cat, Mrs Johnny, jumping around and snarling at me. She didn't like me much.

Georgia looked at me. "Their cousin died," she said, pausing the TV. Georgia's apartment was small with broken-down furniture. But it had a homey feeling to it which made it feel welcoming. "Did they say anything?"

I shook my head, nibbling at my bottom lip. I had been too hungover yesterday and too drunk and nervous the day before. They were bad men. It did not matter if it sounded like they wanted to be out of the mafia. They were in the mafia.

Why did they not save their brother? Did they even have a say in it? Maybe the Capo ordered someone to kill Killian and the other five people. That could be it.

But they had not even appeared to be sad.

They were happy. Giving me the rings.

The rings.

I looked down at the three rings adorning my hand, glittering prettily. They could have guessed by ring size, maybe. Could have guessed my dress size? I had been too flattered, too blown away by their beautify to pay attention to the details. Dress size could be guessed, too.

I walked home alone. It was dark. I had left Georgia sleeping alone. Her apartment was like five minutes away from mine but everything was so dark. It was about three in the night. I should have stayed but Georgia's couch was too uncomfortable.

I was a little away from my apartment when I felt someone watching me. I didn't bother to look, I ran inside the apartment and quickly climbed the staircase. I pushed my cupboard against the door and my bookcase against the window. Then, I peeked out.

A man was there. Dressed in a suit. He was standing near a black car with no number behind it.

By the way he stood, I was again hit with the feeling that I knew who it was. I just could not figure it out.

I couldn't see his face in the darkness.

He watched me for a couple of seconds and then got inside his car, driving away.

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I was a little scared.

I didn't get what was going on with the Creeds and I did not get who it was outside the apartment. I had a feeling that the man who had attacked me and this man were the same. Could they be? The cops had failed to catch him. I

had called Officer Nelson as soon as I had calmed down. He had assured me that he'd find who the man was.

I didn't believe him. He had barely listened to me when I had told him about the attacker.

I was curled into a ball on my bed. I couldn't sleep.

It was around four in the morning and I was looking at the cupboard pressed to the door. I imagined it falling over and the man coming inside.

I was remembered in high school. How my bullies would lock me in the janitor's closet sometimes when they were done tormenting me. I didn't have a stutter before high school. I was fine. I was good at studies and...confident. High School ruined me. They ruined me. I could never get why people were so cruel to the people who had done nothing to them.

It's just bullying, every student goes through that, my mother had once screamed at me after dad got arrested. I wondered if she ever saw the bruises I used to desperately hide with makeup. Probably not. Dad was too busy with art. She was too uninterested.

I fell asleep around eight in the morning, unable to stay up more. That man could not be stupid enough to attack me in the morning.

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I was woken up with someone knocking at my door.

I groaned and opened my eyes. I wore my glasses and looked at the digital alarm clock on my nightstand, its red numbers glaring at me. It was about two in the afternoon.

I rolled out of the bed and pushed the cupboard away from the door using all my strength. I opened the door and looked up at the three men in front of me.

They looked angry.

"What the fuck, Olivia?" Ashton hissed. "We have been calling since the fucking morning. "

I frowned. "I was sleeping. " I took off my glasses rubbed my eyes, yawning. "My phone was on silent. Sorry. "

"Sorry, " Zavier grumbled. "We found out someone followed you yesterday. Why didn't you tell us?" He demanded harshly.

"I'm sorry, " I mumbled.

They just looked at me, anger still present on their faces.

"Come here." Xerxes grabbed my arm, his grip gentle, and pulled me inside the apartment. Zavier shut the door.

Xerxes walked till he reached the bed and sat down. He pulled me on his lap in a way that I was straddling him. I gasped, suddenly wide awake.

He grabbed my jaw. "If you have a problem, " He hissed, features hard. "You tell us and we take care of it."

I gulped. "O-Ok, " I whispered.

"She needs to be punished, " Zavier muttered, sitting down beside us.

My eyes widened and Xerxes threw a glare towards Zavier. "P-punished?" I whispered.

"You don't want to know, " Ashton muttered, sitting down on the other side. "Tell me!"

Zavier's hand wrapped around my neck. "You are in no position to make demands, little girl. "

His hand felt warm on my neck. It didn't feel threatening... It made me squirm on Xerxes's lap to press my thighs together.

They were watching my every move. Everything I had been thinking yesterday evaporated from my head till it was just them who I could think of, right now, sitting in my little apartment and watching me with eyes that promised pleasure.

"What do you want?" Xerxes whispered. "Just ask and we'll give it to you."

"I-I" I bit my lip. "I wa-want to know what you were talking about," I mumbled, looking at Zavier.

He smirked, eyes darkening. "How about...I show you?" He grabbed my waist and put me on his lap, but not in a way that Xerxes had. He put me across his lap with my sweatpants covered ass in the air.

I gasped when I felt his hand on my ass. "Ask me to stop."

I stayed silent, confused but my mind filled with so much lust that I wanted him, wanted them, to do anything to make that ache between my thighs go away.

My dream came into my head and I shivered at the reminder of it, my cheeks blossoming.

"Twelve," Zavier muttered. "Four from each of us. Be a good girl and take it."

"Take what-"

His hand came down on my ass harshly. I whimpered, pain filling my body. I felt the ache between my thighs worsening.

They chuckled when I pressed ny thighs together.

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My phone died I wrote this on someone else's phone.