“He had some teacher shit to attend to.” Blake shrugged, then reached out and plucked a Cheeto from my hair, grinning wolfishly at me as he ate it.
“So uncivilised,” I teased and he gave me a slanted smile that made my heart pound.
“Especially in the bedroom. As your pussy well remembers.”
Oh my god.
Saint returned wearing some of Blake’s fitted jeans and a Redwood Rattlesnakes shirt, I had to actively ignore how freaking good he looked in normal teenage shit. It made him look rougher, edgier and I liked it. Not that I liked him of course. But I was allowed to appreciate his godlike exterior so long as I didn’t forget about the devil who lived within.
“You.” He pointed at me and Blake shot me a look that said good luck then walked away.
I stared at Storm Saint as he closed in on me, ready to meet the gale force winds that were approaching.
He gripped my shoulder, whirling me around and guiding me towards the front door. I was only dressed in my thin nightwear, but I wasn’t going to bitch about the cold, especially as he eyed me like he was waiting for me to complain.
“You will be completely compliant with my instructions, do you understand?” he growled in my ear and I gritted my teeth, silently nodding my agreement. I wasn’t going to utter a single word of complaint no matter what he did to me. Even if he shaved my head, cut off my right foot and hung me in a tree for the birds to devour. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of cowering, pleading or crying.
“The first stage of your punishment will involve drills. If you hesitate with a single one of my orders, you will have to start the stage all over again. Do you understand?”
I saluted him mockingly, still keeping my lip zipped and his mouth pressed into a hard line. He pulled me around the church onto the lawn that slopped down towards the lake.
“Walk into the lake and submerge yourself fully then return to me within two minutes.” He checked his watch, gesturing for me to go and I steeled myself as I jogged up to the water like I actually wanted to go for a swim in the freezing fucking lake, striding out into it and suppressing a yelp as the cold surrounded me.
When I was up to my waist and shivering like a leaf in the wind, I forced myself to drop under the water. I gasped as I came up for air, frozen to the bone as I waded back out again, my pink shorts and cami turning nearly transparent as I hurried up to stand in front of Saint with my teeth chattering. To his credit, his gaze didn’t dip from my face.
“One hundred jumping jacks. Go,” he demanded and I started doing them as the cold wind whipped around me and water squelched in my shoes. With every jump, I cursed Saint in my mind and counted at the same time. One - dickwad. Two - asscake. Three- letter-hoarding-Gollum. Four – Lord Shitsworth.
When I reached ninety five I was down to the one syllable, less creative, but still effective insults. Ninety six - prick. Ninety seven - bitch. Ninety eight - ass. Ninety nine - dick. One hundred- c-
“Good. Warmer now?” he asked and though my blood was pumping, my skin was still dripping with cold water and rapidly cooling in the wind. So I scowled and said nothing, mentally finishing my sentence.
-unt.
“Get on the floor. Army crawl to that tree and back. Fifteen seconds. Go!”
He pointed to the ash which was a hundred yards away and I dropped down, army crawling along and getting covered in mud as I slithered across the ground, my shorts riding up my ass and giving him a view. He was probably loving this humiliating shit, sadist that he was.
As soon as I got back to him, he directed me to do it again. And again. And again. I went to the tree and back thirty times before he told me to get up. I panted as I stood with my limbs aching, my body filthy, but my will still intact. Even if he had me out here all day like this, I was not going to break.
“You’re still not getting it, are you Barbie?” he purred, stepping closer. “I am in control. Always. And you are under my roof indefinitely, so you must accept the way I do things or your punishments will grow increasingly more difficult. I thought we were starting to make progress.”
My upper lip peeled back. “You’re keeping the most precious things in the world from me. I won’t just bow down and accept that.”
Saint clucked his tongue. “You didn’t even know they still existed until recently. And I will return them to you as I see fit. If you behave today, perhaps you will earn yourself one.”
“Give them all to me,” I demanded, my blood heating dangerously.
“It is one if you do well, or none at all. So what will it be? Will your punishment at least be worth something, Barbie? Or would you rather suffer for nothing?”
“I’m not suffering for nothing, I destroyed your clothes,” I growled.
“Yes, and though I am most disappointed in you for that, I can have new clothes sent to me promptly. I’m not attached to the things I wear. But you have acted like a child and you need to learn some respect.”
“Respect?” I spat. “Why should I respect you? You’ve taken everything from me.”
“Have I? Or have I given you the world?
