A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 117: Book 2 - Chapter 9 

"Are you ready to follow the rules now?"

...Rule number one...obedience.

Always follow the orders from the boss.

No questions asked.I'd broken that rule.I knew I was breaking it the moment I’d chosen to run that night.I knew it would land me here.And yet I still did it.I pulled my body upright from the old bed, more sluggish than I would have liked, and hated how] still felt so sore from the injuries inflicted several days earlier.

‘Days’. That was the key word.

That was how long I’d been trapped in here, alone with my thoughts as it forced me to reflect on every decision I’d made leading to this point.

Because, at its core, that was the true punishment.

It wasn’t the pain.

No, that was always over quickly.

Gavin did a great job of making sure the damage inflicted was swift yet efficient.

Always enough to get the point across and never seeming to even flinch as h e did what he did.

But it was the psychological punishment that truly made it horrific...

‘Days’.I'd been in here...for days.

Alone.

In pain.

Wondering how I’d managed to convince myself that running had been worth it.

Wondering how much longer it would take before punishment was finally over.

And now this was the first thing spoken to me after all that time.

This voice of my father on the other side of the door, asking if I was ‘ready to follow the rules’.

Yes, I was ready.Of course, I was ready.I was about ready to do anything, to say anything, if it meant finally getting out of here.I’d learnt my lesson the minute Gavin had ripped me from my bed.

There was only one authority in my life and that was my father.

It had always been my father.

..Someone I just wanted to be free of.I forced that thought away as quickly as it sprung to mind.

It was thoughts exactly like that which led me t o this moment.

Testing the patience of a man who had none.I wasn’t exempt from the rules because of our relationship.

If anything, this punishment had been necessary.I’d clearly become too complacent in its absence and needed the reminder.

Really, it was my fault.

All my fault.

"Raven?" prompted my father.

Slowly, I swung my legs out of the bed and stood up, taking a deep breath.

The first one I’d done in so long, my chest having felt too sore earlier.

..And I committed to this decision to obey.To obey *him*.

“I’m ready," I replied.

It didn’t take long before I heard it.

The sound of a key clinking for a few seconds before the satisfying click of the lock.

Within moments, I found myself face -to-face with my father after all this time.

"Good," he said, entering the room towards me.

"Because there is work to be done."

..Already? So soon? But, no, that was another incorrect thought.I should b e thinking ‘thank you’, praising how lucky I was to be given another chance.

This was a good thing for me.

A moment to redeem myself.

A moment to show that I was still loyal.

My father held out a manilla folder towards me and I took it, giving a small nod to show how grateful I was.

Forcing myself to believe that very thing.

a clean-up job,"

know what

course, I knew

I had packed my things

for anyone to recognise me; this being accomplished via a moveable cloth mask that could be pulled up to cover both my

one of the most important

no one saw

then ensuring that they

all, no one wanted to be recognised at a murder

swiftly started heading to the location, choosing to stick to the shadows of the night and alleys

my speed and strength made the journey easier, but I'd be lying if I said my injuries weren’t

healing, I knew I

But I persevered regardless.

only the intent in mind

myself that nothing else

on time, intending t o enter the run-down looking apartment complex, but as I did so, I felt something that wasn’t just the ache of

burning in my mind, the start

experienced on the night of the charity

I wished would

here it was again, now of all times.I

I could deal with i t later once the job

just needed to

I slipped through the front

part; entering the public area without

was late at night but not late enough that people wouldn’t still be around, coming home

I knew this wasn’t that big of a deal when this side

things considered.I

a first name, a brief description, a time and

wanted to press for more details since

didn’t want to push my luck, having broken rule

obedience.Always follow the orders from the boss.No

to undergo

silently made my way up the stairs, choosing to avoid the elevator, until I finally came upon the room I was looking for;

and somewhat away from the eyes of anyone arriving

subsided, something I was doing

the front door harder as concentrating became

bit longer though.I had to hold out for just a

aT.V.and smelt

guaranteeing the

I needed to do was sneak

job that should be simple enough to complete with the new dagger I’d acquired from

testing the floor for any weakness that may create sound, and proceeded to

Moving closer until—.

‘—you don’t have to..."

nowhere, a faint voice suddenly spoke behind me, and I instantly crouched to the ground

one

from? It was almost like a whisper and yet I’d heard it

were

were close

wasn’t just a

my brain, a new

difficult to focus a s I looked around,

whoever had

yet there was definitely nothing

T.V could now be heard, along with some light snores

spoken, it wasn’t stemming from the

name of Noah.I persisted through the pain and stood

quietly until I stood right behind the man

was now

arm and aimed my dagger, going for a

was no need to cause unnecessary pain, I

to do this...You don’t need

instantly spun around and lashed my dagger out towards the voice, hoping

sharp pain

it stop haunting

only empty air filled the space around me.No, there was

thing that had been messing with my head only

...It was that drug.

Kieran

he’d done to me must have still

was interfering with my work Scaring me out of doing what I needed

break? But I didn’t get

the fuck?"

hell

turned around once more and, sure enough,

Awake.

in

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