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.

clean-up job,"

know what

I

packed my things and gotten

accomplished via a moveable cloth mask that could be pulled

of the most important things when completing

sure that no one

they did, then ensuring

to be recognised at

heading to the location, choosing to stick to the shadows of the night

I'd be lying if I said my injuries weren’t interfering at

fresh air and with slightly faster healing, I knew I would still need

But I persevered regardless.

in mind of proving

myself that

run-down looking apartment complex, but as I did so, I felt something that wasn’t just

was a burning in my mind, the start of

I’d experienced on the night of the charity

wished would

yet here it was again, now of all times.I

and I could deal with i t later once the job was

now, I just needed to

through the front door silently,

entering

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

when this side of town was as neglected

things considered.I

name, a brief description, a

press for more details since it wasn’t something I needed to

that I didn’t want to push my luck, having broken rule number one this

one; obedience.Always follow the orders from

to undergo another reminder so

choosing to avoid the elevator, until

corner and somewhat away from the

the burning in my head hadn’t subsided, something I was doing my best to

made lockpicking the front door

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

coming from aT.V.and smelt the scent of someone

guaranteeing the target’s

do was sneak up and end

complete with the new dagger I’d acquired

cautious steps, testing the floor for any weakness

Moving closer until—.

‘—you don’t have to..."

of nowhere, a faint voice suddenly spoke behind me, and I

no one

come from? It was almost

it were right

were close enough

wasn’t just

in my brain, a new pain pierced me and caused me

I looked around, frantically

whoever

there was definitely nothing

people speaking on the T.V could now be heard, along with some light snores coming from

it wasn’t stemming from the man I was

the pain and stood back

quietly until I stood right behind the

now or

dagger, going for a spot that would make this

need to cause unnecessary

to do this...You don’t need to

towards the voice, hoping to silence whoever it

intense, sharp pain it seemed

it stop haunting

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

same thing that had been messing with

...It was that drug.

Kieran Lycroft had

to me must have still been in my

work Scaring me out

mind finally? Had this last punishment been the straw that finally made me break? But I didn’t get a chance to think on

the fuck?"

the hell

around once more and, sure enough, there was

Awake.

in his living

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