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 knew

I had packed my

to recognise me; this being accomplished via a moveable cloth mask

of the most important

sure that no one saw

then

to be recognised

location, choosing to stick to the shadows of the night

journey easier, but I'd

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

But I persevered regardless.

in mind of proving myself to

that nothing

perfectly on time, intending t o enter the run-down looking apartment complex, but as I did

a burning in my mind, the

on the night of the charity

I wished would never

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

wasn’t the time and I could deal with

needed to focus on

through the front door silently, making no

part; entering the public area without

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

when this side of town was as neglected

straightforward job, all things considered.I hadn’t been given much

a first name, a brief description, a time

details since it wasn’t

my

follow the orders from the boss.No questions

need to undergo another reminder

stairs, choosing to avoid the elevator, until I

away from

the burning in my head hadn’t subsided, something I

made lockpicking the front door harder as concentrating became increasingly

had to hold out for

from aT.V.and smelt the scent of someone

almost guaranteeing the

do was sneak up and end

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

for any weakness that may

Moving closer until—.

‘—you don’t have to..."

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

one

come from? It was almost like a

were right

they were

it wasn’t just a

a needle in my brain, a new pain

difficult to focus a s I looked around, frantically trying to spot the

whoever had

yet there was

sounds of people speaking on the T.V could now be heard, along with

that whoever had spoken, it wasn’t stemming from the man I was here

by the name of Noah.I persisted through the pain

behind

now

lifted my arm and aimed my dagger, going for a spot that

was no need to cause unnecessary pain,

have to do this...You don’t need

lashed my dagger out towards the voice, hoping to silence whoever it was once

the intense, sharp pain it seemed

it stop haunting

me.No, there was no

that had been messing with my

...It was that drug.

that Kieran Lycroft

of whatever he’d done to me must have still been in my

it was interfering with my work Scaring me out of

made me break? But I

fuck?"

hell are

turned around once more and, sure

Awake.

in

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