Chapter 10

Dedicated to @loisapacio

Thomas POV ♤

The next morning I awoke to the immense pain in my bladder, and a giant arm arm wrapped around me. I squirmed a bit but couldn't free myself; it didn't matter how much of a contortionist I tried to be.

I gave up after about 10 minutes. So, like any logical person I came up with a solution. I bit his nose, hard. It scrunched up like a rabbit's, and was kinda cute for the rude, egotistical person Tink was.

The dude didn't wake up, but he did let me go, so I was happy. I'm free and I don't have to deal with him. So I padded over to the bathroom and did my business.

When I went back to the room Axel was leaning against the door. The way he was leaning screamed "if you come any closer I'll eat you".

Such a lovely sight in the morning.

"Come" he spoke.

"Sorry Axey, but you're going to have to work a bit h-harder than that."

It was a stupid thing to say, but I'm a bit bitchy in the morning. Everyone who knows me can attest to that. Not even my parents were spared from it, but it's not like papa was any better.

Looking back at Axel I could see that he was less than impressed. His eyes were stern, and his mouth was drawn into a thin line. He looked like he did in the hallways in school.

"Get over here, today is your day for my punishment. I won't be soft on you like this idiot was." He smirked in a sadistic way before adding, "Although, you might enjoy it."

The way he promotes it sends shivers down my spine. Every word made me feel anywhere between a small child and a pornstar. The last line didn't sit well with me. Why the hell would I enjoy a punishment.

I should just pack up, run, and move to Canada.

"Now!"

I didn't waste anymore time daydreaming, and practically ran over to him. It was against better judgement, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

He grabbed my hand, more so my wrist, and dragged me down the dark hallways. It was clearly still early in the morning, nobody else was there except us. They were probably all sleeping.

Those lucky fuckers.

We reached what I assumed to be his room. Everything on the inside was a dark either a dark purple, almost black, or actually black. It was as dark as the room I used to be staying in, that made me a bit more comfortable. Michael's light colored  room made me feel out of place.

For the most part Axel's bedroom was neat and organized. The only exception was his bed, were covers were thrown all over the place.

"Get on the bed" he demanded.

I did as he asked and sat on the bed. My knees hung over the sides so I could bolt at any moment. Axel wasn't happy with this. He sat down beside me and then pulled me so I was leaning over his legs.

"W-what're you doing?" I asked nervously. I don't like this position.

"I'm going to give you 15, and your going to count. If you miss count I start over. You will say 'red' if you absolutely can't take anymore. If you misuse the word I will give you triple. Understood?"

No.

"Yes." I hope he gets it over with fast, I don't like or know where this is going.

"Good."

Smack.

Omg, I'm going to die, that felt like my ass just got hit by a truck.  My ass stings like hell now.

I squirmed a lot after that first hit, and almost forgot to count it. Axel didn't like that though so he held me down as he did the rest. Each slap was harder than the last.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Eleven, twelve, t-thirteen, fourteen, f-fifteen."

By the end of it I was crying. It didn't help that I was a bit hard as well. My cheeks were blushing a bright rosey red, and Axel wouldn't let me move to hide anything. From what I learned of him from my time here, I'm just happy he let me keep my pants on.

"You did good mate, you took your punishment will. Later on I will explain this more to you, for now, just let me take care of you." He whispered into my ear, before pulling me into his chest.

He held me there for a few minutes, though it felt like hours, till I stopped crying. Holding me sweetly he murmured gentle nothings, and praises into my ear.

Then he sat me down next to him and left the bed. I was still a mess, but I knew I wouldn't forget or forgive this later.

The reality of what he did hit me like a ton of bricks. He spanked me then took advantage of my weakness to hold me, when I normally would not allow it. To top it all off, he got up and left me.

He's such an asshole.

Breaking through my thoughts, I saw that he came back. Holding a bottle of lotion in his hands. When he opened it a fruity smell wafted through the air.

"The hell do you think your doing!" I screamed, when he laid me back down and flipped me over. Then pulled down my pants and underwear.

"Aftercare."

There was no way in hell I was going to let him do this. Spanking maybs, but this crossed the line. He tried to take me from my kidnapper so he could have me for himself! I am ninety present sure that is called human trafficking!

Not okay.

"Red." It was the only straw I had to grasp at the moment.

As soon as the word left my lips, he closed the bottle and pulled my pants back up. Then he left to go put the bottle away, I assume.

When he came back he hugged me. "I'm so sorry, I should have known that would be off limits."

He kept apologizing over and over but I wasn't about to forgive him. Not now, not ever.

Since it was still early in the morning he tucked me under the covers, then snuggled into my side. He hummed a bit and played with me hear. His face filled with tired regret.

I fell into a dreamless sleep. Tear marks running down my face, my body curled in a ball.

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??? Hunter POV □

I was walking down the crumbling sidewalk on my way home from a job. To say I'm proud of what I do would probably disgust most people, but to be honest I loved it.

I loved the way the Faerie's  pleaded to be spared even when there is nothing worth salvaging. I loved the way the bullet goes through their skull and red splashes everywhere painting the ground a most beautiful shade of red. But, my most favorite part is when my boss told me to make them suffer.

Sadly this is only when I get to actually kill one of the beasts.  Normally all I got to do was hunt them down and catch them, but that never stopped me from making it painful.  Nothing would stop me from having my fun.

I can savor the moment, their screams, the scrumptious sound of their ligaments and bones cracking, the way their eyes roll back in pain as you slowly ripped  them limb from limb, pulling them apart like laughy taffy. I love it all, the coppery smell of the blood, the sights, the sounds, it is all mine for the taking.

For this job it was a small Fae, disguised as a young girl. She would make a great housewarming gift after she was properly trained. She was cute, so I had to have my fun with her.  Her screams were music to my ears.

She didn't last very long, which left me disgruntled. She only lasted a half an hour, then she got testy. I went through a lot of work to keep her awake, but in the end it didn't work, so I let Samm take a chunk out of her.

God, I love that dog. He is my partner in crime and even saved my life once. If I ever get the chance I'm going to make him mine, even if I have to stab Raphial to get him. He was my pride and joy, a golden retriever, German Shepard mix. He had deep brown eyes that held more intelligence than any eyes on a dog should hold.

I've been begging my boss to let me have him for months, but he wouldn't give him to me. The stories his eyes tell remind me I'm human. I'll be damned if I let that slip through my fingers. I will take him by force if I have too.

I was snapped from my thoughts when I ran into the fence post guarding my house from those who are living on the sidewalks and alleyways not far from here. They are too far below me for me to ever associate myself with. I hate them all and seeing their ugly hollowed out faces with dull clouded eyes, and greasy hair just made me sick to my stomach.

I wish they all would just dye, or runaway and never look back. Just get a job and move elsewhere where no one will recognise them or even know what they did in the past, and when they asked it won't matter because they did nothing to deserve what they got. God, I hate them, they aren't even worth these thoughts.

I stuck the golden key into the silver handle of the bleach white door, and walked inside the dark grey house, just waiting for this night to come to its end.

Not even a second after I stepped through the door,di my phone start ringing. I slid it out of my pocket, and looked at the ID. It was my boss.

"Hello sir, what can I do for you at this hour?" I questioned with a gruff voice.

"We have another assignment for you. It's from one of our more wealthy clients." He replied, his voice was smooth.

This should be fun. "Yes sir, I accept this job."

"His daughter was taken. I'll send you details in the morning." After saying that he hung up.

If a wealthy clients daughter was taken, that means death. I will get to have all my fun. The only exception would be if the client wants to do it himself.

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A/N:

I can't believe we are at over 500 views.  Last the last few times I tried to wrire a story, I got 10 at max, I ended up deleting them cause they were trash.  I am so thankful to you all.  😘

Another book for this series and a short story I'm writing will be up around December.  Idk if it's going to be about Grace yet or not, but either way they can all be read as stand alones.  Closer to December I'll ask which one I should put up firt, since there will be 4.

I hope you are all having a wondrous day:)