First Day?
2057 Words
SERAPHINA
I didn’t know what I hated more, my tears or the way they watched them fall.
As if they had waited for this moment.
As if the shattering of my pride was some holy thing to witness.
I couldn’t look up. My knees ached against the floor, my hands trembled in my lap. The silence was heavy around me, and their presence was suffocating, making my lungs ache to breathe.
“Now,” Oliver said, crouching beside me, brushing his knuckles across my cheek where the tears still burned. “You apologised. You cried. But we’re not done, little lamb. Not even close. Now, we want to see you beg.”
I tried to breathe, to hold on to something solid. But the floor felt like it would crack under me and I’d fall to my death.
Allister’s boots stopped in front of me. My eyes stayed on the polished leather, focused on the shiny gold buckle at the side. That felt safer than looking into his eyes. He had always given me a chill, but now it felt like he was waiting to release all his frosty storm all over me.
“Look up, Seraphina.”
I shook my head, my bottom lip trembling. I didn’t want to look into his eyes and see that calculative look that makes me shudder in fear.
“You don’t get to say no, little sister. Look up. Now.” Dante ordered, his voice hard and demanding.
Against my wishes, I looked up at him. Meeting his eyes, my stepbrother’s eyes instead of Allister.
Somehow, Allister makes me more afraid even when I knew that Dante was the one I should be afraid of. He had never liked me and has always looked upon at me in disgust since I came to live in the Morelli estate. And, he had looked at me with downright hatred when the cops were taking him away.
And yet still, there was a part of me, that girl who had crushed on her stepbrother and now she was hoping that she could find a resemblance of mercy in him.
Fingers grabbed my chin, forcing my head to the side and Allister glared down at me with his cold unusual eyes. Honey and ember. How something that looked warm could be so cold, was a wonder in itself.
His thumb pressed down hard on my bottom lip, until I gasped in pain. He said, “You think you get a choice who you’ll obey?”
Another tear rolled down my cheek. And I watched how his eyes gleamed. He liked my tears. He was enjoying every bit of this. And as if reading my mind, he bent down and said, “Oh, how much I am going to enjoy breaking you.”
“Let’s not waste our time. We are already two years behind.” Oliver said, and then I felt him crouching down on his haunches behind me..
I turned to look over my shoulder but Allister’s grip didn’t let me, and then without any warning hands were around my waist and Oliver was unbuttoning my jeans.
“No. What are you doing?” I tried to stand up, but three hands held me down.
Allister’s hand slid to my throat and he squeezed in warning. Dante’s hand pressed down on my shoulder. And, Oliver held me back against his hard chest with his arm around my waist while his other hand unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down.
“Please, don’t! What are you doing! Please, Oliver, let m-me go!” I thrashed in their holds and got away so much before he pulled me back in place and then his strong hand pushed at the middle of my back.
I screamed, tears blurring my vision and no matter how much I tried to fight it but they were too strong. And a few seconds later, I was half bent on the floor with my cheek pressed to the cold tiled floor of the café.
My throat burned from the humiliation of the situation and as if it wasn’t enough, I felt Oliver tug my unbuttoned jeans down until they were around my thighs and I was in my panties, bent over with my arse in the air while three men surrounded me.
“P-please, don’t. Please… D-Dante…”
He crouched down in front of me and as I met his dark gaze, he said, “It’s amazing how you think I’ll save you when I am the one most hungry for revenge.” He grabbed my face, his fingers squeezing my cheeks. “But I’ll give you that, keep trying to beg me for mercy, keep trying to get my forgiveness and I might actually take pity on you.”
My eyes peered into his black ones, wondering why after all this time there was still this pull that I felt toward him. I was afraid of him, but I had always been nervous around him and a little afraid of him from the very start. It wasn’t new, what was new was that now I felt like the attention I’d always wanted from him, now I have that I won’t survive it.
A soft gasp left me when a warm hand circled on my lifted arse. Oliver’s voice was almost like a soothing cadence as he said, “If you’ll just obey and pay for what you did to us, we won’t hurt you much.”
Before I could even take a little relief in his words, his hand disappeared for half a second before it came down with a sharp slap right across the center of my arsecheeks.
I cried out.
It hurt.
My whole body jolted forward as pain spread through me. “No! It hurts, oh god…”
“Shh…” Dante caressed his thumb along my jaw. “Be still and take your punishment, it will be over soon.”
Tears dripped down my nose, my bottom lip trembled. “P-please, Dante. I am sorry. Don’t hurt me like this.”
“There are other ways we could use to hurt you,” Allister’s sharp voice wrapped in silk drawled from behind me. And then I felt his hand on my head as he slid my hair back from where they were stuck to my temple. “You should be thanking us for taking it easy on you on the first day.”
I wasn’t naive enough to not understand what else they could do to me right now in my helpless state. But there was something else he just said.
“First day?” I whispered, a new wave of fear unlocking inside me.
They didn’t answer me but soon another slap followed and then another, making my whole body shudder and my legs trembled. I could feel the heat of my skin, it felt like my arse was burning.
“Cry for us, little lamb. And, beg me to stop,”
Another hard slap on the soft part where my arse met my thighs.
“And, unlike these cold arsehôles I might actually take pity on you.” Oliver punctuated his words with another series of hard slaps on my tender flesh.
I was a blubbering mess, sobs wrecked my body. “Please, please, please, stop. I can't take this anymore. Please, Oliver!”
His hand squeezed my aching flesh and fresh tears escaped my eyes, my whole body filled with nothing but pain.
Then, he rubbed his hand in a gentle caress and I let out a relieved sob as he said, “I think that's enough for now.” I didn’t even get to take another breath in, when he added, “But I will need something else from you, little lamb.”
When I remained silent, a hand softly slapped my face and Dante said, “He's talking to you, answer him.”
“What do you n-need?” I choked out.
He didn't answer right away, instead he slid his hand between my legs and cupped me.
I shrieked and because no one was holding me down any longer, I managed to turn around and crawled away from them. I’d think about it later why I didn't do that when he was spànking me, because I could’ve, as none of them were holding me down. At some point the three of them had released their hold on me and was just caressing me while Oliver had spànked me
“What do you think you are doing?” I said as I tried to control my emotions, my fraying nerves and the way my whole body just wanted to curl in itself and cry for hours.
The three of them stood up, towering over me while I was on the floor, my face no doubt red and blotchy from the crying, my eyes filled with tears and my jeans halfway on my thighs. I must look pitiful to them.
I tried to be strong. I tried to stop them. I said, “You hurt me. You… you s-spanked me for what I did. Now, just leave me alone!”
Oliver tsked. “You were doing so good, Seraphina.”
I shook my head as I said, “Oliver, you can’t do this.. I won't let you—”
“You won't let us.” Dante laughed. I watched as darkness gathered in his eyes. He said, “Little sister, you wanted my attention didn't you? Now you have it. Unfortunately for you, not in a good way.”
Allister took a step forward. “Like he said, we are going to teach you the difference between what you accused us of and what it actually means.”
My eyes widened. I couldn't believe it. No. No. No. “You can’t. You can’t. You can’t!!” I screamed, hyperventilating. “How could you live with yourself? You are monsters!”
Oliver grabbed my arm and hauled me up, he leaned down, his minty breath whispering against my cheek as he growled, “Do you want to get punished again, little lamb? Because I assure you, I only stopped because you begged so nicely, or else I’d have gone for hours.”
I shuddered, barely able to stand on my own feet. “Oliver…”
“Do as we say. Obey, little lamb.”
“So, you can force me and ràpe me!”
A fist curled in my hair and pulled. Dante glared down at me. He seethed, “You already sent me to prison for that crime when I didn't even do it, so I might as well do the crime for which I was sentenced.”
My eyes widened at the realisation. A moment ago, I knew what they were talking about but now hearing it put into such simple words and seeing the hatred and determination in Dante’s eyes I could see that he actually meant it.
He pushed back and said, “I am going to enjoy torturing you and making you sorry for ever wanting my attention. You went the wrong way about it.”
Allister passed by me. “You should've left that day like you were told, not followed us into the forest. But you did, and now I get to play with you, my best friend’s unwanted little sister.”
I watched them walk to the exit and then I felt the softest of touches as Oliver grazed my cheek.
Oliver’s words weren’t a threat, but they were a kind of warning as he said, “You were better off when you weren’t part of our world but peering from the edges. Now, I don't know how you’ll survive this world and us, little lamb.”
And then surprising me. He kissed my forehead before he too left, leaving me alone, half undressed, unkempt with tears in my eyes, my heart squeezing in fear and my throat tight. And my arse red and hurting from the spànking I got.
The first time a man touched me and it was to hurt me.
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A. Gupta
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[Let me know what words are being censõred I'll try to edit them too like other I already do, but I think there are many such words even when they shouldn't be, so let me know.]
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