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," he simply

know what to

of course, I

the hour, I had packed my

made it impossible for anyone to recognise me; this being accomplished via a moveable

important things when completing

that no one saw

then ensuring that they wouldn’t

wanted to be recognised at a murder

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

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

the fresh air and with slightly faster healing, I knew I would still need another day or so before I fully

But I persevered regardless.

intent in mind

that nothing else

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

a burning in my mind,

on the night of the

I wished would

here it was again, now of all times.I gritted my teeth against the pain

the time and I could deal with i

needed to

through the

had been the easy part; entering the public area

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

things considered.I hadn’t been

brief description, a time and a

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

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

number one; obedience.Always follow the orders from the boss.No questions

to undergo another reminder so

way up the stairs, choosing to avoid the elevator, until I finally came upon

and somewhat away from the eyes of anyone arriving via the

the burning in my head hadn’t subsided, something

fact, it made lockpicking the front door

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

sounds coming from aT.V.and smelt the scent of someone located in

the

do was sneak up

to complete with the new dagger I’d

for any weakness

Moving closer until—.

‘—you don’t have to..."

faint voice suddenly spoke behind

no one

It was almost like a whisper and

were

they were

wasn’t

new pain pierced me and

I looked around, frantically

whoever

there was definitely nothing

could now be heard, along with some light snores coming from the armchair in

spoken, it wasn’t stemming from the man

through the pain and stood back up, walking to behind

behind the man who fit

now or

going for a spot that would make

to cause unnecessary pain, I

do this...You don’t need to

around and lashed my dagger out towards the voice, hoping to silence whoever

sharp pain it seemed

it stop haunting

yet only empty air filled the space around me.No, there was no one there...but I thought I

same thing that had been messing

...It was that drug.

drug that Kieran Lycroft had

he’d done to me must have still

my work Scaring me out of doing

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

the fuck?" someone

hell

turned around once more

Awake.

me in his

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