22 - We want you

"And I screamed and screamed and screamed till I didn't. Till I didn't say anything ever again."

- V

. . .

Olivia Woods

I was sitting on the big chair with them across from me in the office. Zavier was in the middle with Ashton on his left and Xerxes on his right.

"I..."

Xerxes smiled. "You want us to lead?" I nodded. Yes, please.

"You know what we did to you, baby?" Zavier asked, a little smirk on his gorgeous face.

I blushed. "I-I searched it..."

"And?" Ashton asked gently, probably knowing I was seconds away from hyperventilating.

I dug my hands into my hoodie. "It said that it's a...punishment or something like that," I mumbled. "That the...dominant does it."

I had searched stuff. I had found out a lot. And I was...a little scared of what I had found out because almost all of it looked scary and painful.

"Look at us, Olivia," Zavier said. I had not even realized that I was looking down at the desk instead of them. I lifted my eyes, looking at the three men

who had disrupted my life since the day I met them.

"We will ask you some questions now, just answer honestly with yes and no if you don't want to elaborate, okay?" Xerxes asked.

"Yes." My fingers dug into my palms as I balled my hands.

"Did you like what we did?" Ashton asked. It did not seem like they were teasing me so I answered truthfully.

"...Yes."

Zavier smiled, a strand of his black hair falling over his forehead which he brushed away. His hair was getting longer. "Did it scare you?"

"A little, yes." I nodded.

"Do you trust us?" Xerxes asked.

"I...No." I shook my head. They looked a little hurt but they had asked for honestly.

Ashton tilted his eyes, my eyes fell on the strand of his blond hair which was brushing against the bridge of his nose. "Do we make you feel unsafe?"

"No." I shook my head. I trusted them enough to know that they wouldn't hurt me. I knew they hid things from me. They had to know that I knew that.

"What do you want from us?" Xerxes asked, running a hand through his silky black hair, his Rolex was so dark it did not catch the light at all. Not that there was much light in the office and outside the weather was good, it looked like it was about to rain.

"I don't know..." I bit my lip. "E-Everything I read was...too much."

They watched me with those intense eyes of theirs. They always stared at me like this, as if...memorizing me.

"Half of the shit you read probably doesn't explain what's it really like." Zavier stood up and walked towards me. He rotated the chair till I was facing him and kept his hands on the armrest, leaning down to look me in the eye. "It's not about hurting you, baby." He grabbed my neck with his one hand, a firm grip that knocked the breath out of me. "It's about pleasuring you in ways you can never imagine."

I felt the other two come closer. Ashton fisted my hair in his hands, making me look at him. "We can make you feel things, little one. Things you will get addicted to," he murmured to me as his sparkling green eyes flicked over my face.

"All you have to do-" I heard Xerxes say into my ear. "-is let us take care of you. Submit to us, Olivia."

They were so close. My breath was trembling. They were all over me. It was just me and them right now.

"I-I..." Zavier's thumb caressed my lower lip.

"Think about it for a day," Zavier said and they all pulled back. I was a blushing mess. "Ask us if you have any questions."

"We will never do anything which you won't agree with," Ashton said.

"Come back in a day, or anytime you have the answer or a question. Text us, call us, bombard us with questions, yes?" Xerxes kissed my forehead. "It's not about hurting you. You liked what we did. You will like everything we will do if you say yes."

"If you say yes," Zavier said, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. "We will try out what we think you'll like. You can back out anytime." He kissed my cheek.

"We want you," Ashton said to me. "In any way you'll let us have you. As friends or more." He kissed my temple.

. . .

I could not lie. The Creed brothers were persuasive as heck.

So, to avoid thinking, I went thrift shopping. Was I trying to put my overthinking off till tomorrow afternoon? Yes.

Georgia loved thrift shopping so she tagged along.

"This is ugly, uglier than my brother."

She was not pleasant to buy clothes with, however.

I had never met her brother. I had never met any of her family members.

I looked at what she was looking at. It was a grey dress which was sparkling in the small store. It was short and was probably my size. I took it from her. I had to admit that it was an ugly dress. Who even wore things like this anymore?

But it would make a nice top. I could imagine cutting it in the half, throwing the skirt part away, and making little and big roses on the shimmering fabric. It would look good with a pitch-black jacket I got a few days ago.

"Let me guess, you are buying this?" Georgia asked. "It smells like vomit." "So do you but I don't say anything."

She rolled her eyes. "And she gets meaner by the day," she muttered under her breath while going through more clothes. I smelled the dress. It did smell bad but nothing I couldn't wash out. Now that I was not using my mom's money, I had to make sure I was not spending too much. And that top would probably look cute.

"How's everything with your best friends?" She asked after we finally walked out of the thrift store with our clear umbrellas over our heads and arms filled with bags. I mentally made a note to not buy clothes for the rest of the month. Cassandra had given me a Christmas bonus but I did not want to spend it all.

I looked up at her. Georgia was too freaking tall, as the Creeds, but she was probably a few inches shorter than them. I had too many tall friends. I was going to get a neck sprain.

"Cool," I mumbled. I would tell her everything eventually. I just wanted to see how things with me and the Creeds were going to play out before I told her anything. And I was scared of her reaction.

Would she think bad of me if I told her I was attracted to three men at the same time? Probably not. Georgia was cool. But there was still doubt in my head.

If my mother found out.

If my mother found out she'd die of shame.

Maybe I should tell her, then.

I shook my head. I was a really bad daughter.

I went to sleep after replying to the Creeds who had messaged me good night.

I woke up surrounded by smoke.

. . .