Chapter 23: You Are Going To Be Punished
Chapter 23: You Are Going To Be Punished
Chapter 23: You Are Going To Be Punished
Sophie
“I didn't do anything.” I gritted through my teeth.
“He is dead,” I mumbled.
“Shut the fuck up, I don't care if he is dead, you have no idea what you have caused here. You don't even know a single fucking thing, this is all your fault!”
“I did nothing wrong.” I said and just as I was about to continue, I was shut up by him when he slapped me. A stinging sensation settled itself on my cheek and the metallic taste of blood formed in my mouth.
“Did you just fucking answer back at me, huh?” He grabbed my jaw and rattled it.
“What the fuck have I taught you about that!” He screamed and I closed my eyes.
“You are going to regret talking to me like that, you ungrateful whore. Just watch what I do to you!”
He threw me on the floor as he let go of my jaw and kicked me. I looked up at him and he growled at me, anger radiating from him while he watched me with pure hate.
“Get dressed.” He ordered and I immediately shook my head as my body tensed. I got up and sat on the floor as I watched him in fear.
“Yes, get dressed now! I am coming to get you in half an hour, be fast if not then , there would be consequences!” He barked and walked out of the room.
My teary eyes watched the door as it slammed in my face, I was mortified, he was so angry at the moment and I had no idea what he was about to do. However, I know that whatever he was planning to do, was going to ruin me inside and out and I was definitely not prepared for it. Unfortunately, I had no choice, I had to deal with it. I had to be prepared for it. I stood up from the spot I was thrown on and walked to the bed where my clothes were set out. It was there for me to wear for the day before my mother came to the door. I wiped away my cheeks as I picked up the clothes and began to get dressed before I walked into the bathroom to wash my face. I left there and walked back into the room and stood in front of the mirror, I watched myself and noticed a little cut on my lips. I rolled my tongue over it only to feel a burning sensation develop. How Nathan treated me was something no one should go through, Romano would never approve to this because he had respect for me and he loved me genuinely. I missed him truly and deeply.
This was all my fault, I shouldn't have left Romano there that day to die alone, I should have saved him no matter the circumstances. My thoughts were broken as tears slid out of my eyes when a hand snaked around my hip. I was startled at the spontaneous contact as I looked back at my reflection to see Nathan. He glared at me through the mirror before he pulled me away from it and dragged me out of the room.
“Come on, I haven't got time for this bullshit.” He mumbled and practically dragged me through the halls. We reached the bottom of the stairs and walked out of the mansion, there was a car waiting for us already.
“Nathan, please, you are hurting me.”
“Darling, that should be the least of your worries because right now, like I said, you are going to regret talking to me like how you did earlier.” He growled under his breath as he pulled me closer to whisper, my stomach dropped as well as my face. I pulled away slightly and watched him with pleading eyes.
“I am sorry, Nathan.” I began to cry when she shoved me into the car and slammed the door on my face.
“N..Nathan, please! Listen to me.” I began to pummel my fist on the window after he slammed the car door on my face.
My gaze followed him as he walked around the car to get to the driver's side. He closed his door and sat there silently as I continued to plead with him.
“Shut the fuck up?” He yelled and punched the steering wheel which instantly silenced me. He grabbed my face with one hand and pulled me harshly towards him.
“You are going to do exactly as I tell you, you are the queen of my club and will always be. And guess what? We are visiting that place today so you can show them who you are and show them what you are.” He spat at me and all I ever did was whimper as I shook my head.
“That sounds like a great plan, doesn't it? And while you do that, consider it as your punishment.” He kissed my lips, instantly causing a spark of pain just shooting to my skin.
He sunk his teeth into the opening of the cut he had caused earlier. I dig my nails in the leather seats of his car as I whimper against his mouth. He pulled away and pushed me, I stumbled back onto the seat and cried so hard. I felt like I was going to be sick as well as passed out simultaneously. I whimpered, I heard him just throwing a string of curses at me while calling me all the names under the sun. However, I didn't take those in because I couldn't listen to them. My heart was too broken at the time because I knew what was coming next, he was going to punish me and I would have to take it all. I felt my chest tightened as I stared out the window before I felt myself just drifting from everything.
“Stop crying or I will fucking break your jaws.” He muttered as he began to drive.
The ride to his club was long, I was hoping for it to be even longer so I could mentally prepare myself. Throughout the journey, he would have his sudden fist of anger. I glanced to my side and realized that there were a couple of empty cans of alcohol scattered everywhere in his car, immediately my body began to tense in fear. He was drunk. I didn't say anything to protest because I would get beaten if I did. And if he did happen to crash now, it would be fortunate for me. In fact, I was praying for it right now that he crashes and kills us both so he can finally know what the feeling of death feels like.
We reached the club after some time and he pulled me out of the car as I stared at the building, my heart dropped. It was a small building, privately situated where no one could see it, the building was painted in dark colors and it made it obvious that it wasn't just a normal house or public place.
“Get in, what the fuck are you waiting for?” He hoarsely growled into my ear and I was startled. His breath suddenly reeked of alcohol he has definitely been drinking.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me in, forcing his way through but all I did was tremble in fear. As soon as I entered the room, the whiff of liquor danced around my nose and it caused me to scrunch my face in. I hated the smell of alcohol. He walked further in and reached the corner, he let go of my arm and just glared at me. His eyes were red and watery as he continued to lick his lips before he wiped it with the back of his hand.
“Nathan, please, let's go home and figure this out.” I pleaded as I closed the gas between us and caressed his face. I was so desperate to convince him that I was willing to do anything.
“Please..” I whispered and my thumb traced over his lips.
“Fine,” he said as his eyes were soft and gentle and I soon felt my heart just settled. My face dropped as he responded, I was expecting the opposite.
“However, you still disrespected me which means I have to do something about it.” He grabbed my wrist and clenched it. I watched his face in horror while he glared at me.
“What are you doing, Nathan? No, please let me go.”
Before I could protest more, he threw me on the nearest table but that wasn't the most insulting part. What he announced next made my heart drop.
“Gentleman, you see this beautiful girl.” He said as he pointed his finger at me. He slurred his words to everyone as he opened a bottle of beer. I felt ashamed and so embarrassed when he began to collect everyone's attention, I couldn't do it anymore.
“I am going to fuck her here right now because she didn't listen to me.” My eyes widened and my stomach dropped.
“Don't disturb!” He yelled as he took a gulp of his beer.
I clawed the table when he handled me like I was nothing but a piece of shit. Piece by piece, I felt as though my soul was slowly detaching itself from my body because I couldn't feel anything. My brain was slowly swuthgun off and my heart began to pump slowly because of the shock of all this. This was by far the worst thing he has ever done to me. Slowly, I let myself go, thinking it would be the last breath I would take but unfortunately, it wasn't.
Then, I began to consider my mother's deal. I am going to run away.