Chapter 30 Chapter 30
“ Submission is easier when resistance is punished publicly. ”
The sound of Trinity’s fist slamming against the steel door echoed violently down the corridor and the door rattled from the impact of her angry fist.
“Clara!” she screamed. “Open the door right now or I'm going to break in!”
Her palm struck the metal again, harder this time, the impact reverberating through her bones. The hallway was dim, the lights flickering faintly overhead, but Trinity barely noticed. All she could see was the cold, unyielding steel door.
“I swear to God,” she shouted, breath ragged, “if you don’t come out this instant, I’ll set this entire place on fire to draw you out"
Her voice cracked with fury, with fear, with desperation that had been clawing at her chest since she realized Clara had moved and even worst she was in the same space with that monster.
Footsteps echoed behind her and before she could turn, strong arms wrapped around her torso and yanked her backward. Trinity struggled immediately, elbows flying and nails digging into fabric.
“Let go of me!” she snarled.
Peterson’s grip tightened as he dragged her away from the door just as it creaked open and Hale stood in the doorway looking....bored.
One hand rested casually against the frame, his posture loose, relaxed...like Trinity had interrupted him during an unimportant chore. His eyes flicked briefly to Peterson restraining her, then back to her face, unimpressed.
“You should hurry,” Hale said calmly. “I’m in the middle of something.”
Something inside Trinity snapped completely. She lunged forward with a scream, but Peterson hauled her back, planting his boots firmly against the floor to keep her from reaching Hale.
“Bring her out,” Trinity demanded, voice shaking with rage. “Bring Clara out right now, or I’ll file a complaint. I’ll tell them you’re forcing her to serve you against her will. Infact I'll.."
His laugh cut her off mid sentence. It wasn’t loud at first, just a low, amused chuckle but it was enough to unnerve Trinity.
“Forcing?” he echoed then stepped aside and pushed the door open wider.
Trinity’s breath left her lungs in a sharp, broken gasp. Clara was on her knees, weak and barely able to move.
Her wrists were bound in chains that glinted dully under the cell’s light, the metal biting into her skin. Red fabric clung to her body. Very little but it stood out against her pale flesh. Her head was lowered, hair spilling over her shoulders, posture submissive in a way that made Trinity’s stomach twist painfully.
“Clara,” she whispered.
Slowly she lifted her head, meeting Trinity’s pained gaze.
Trinity strained against Peterson’s hold, desperation turning into raw panic. “Clara, is he forcing you??. You know you don’t have to do this.”
Hale chuckled again. “She’s quite comfortable.”
He turned his gaze to Clara. “Tell me,” he said gently, “are you here against your will?”
Clara didn’t hesitate “No, master.”
The word felt like a knife sliding between Trinity’s ribs.
Hale smiled and glanced back at Trinity. “You hear that? Your friend seems to think otherwise.”
“She’s brainwashed!” Trinity shouted. “You’ve messed with her head" then she faced Clara "Clara, snap out of it!”
Clara smiled at her.It wasn’t crue, It wasn’t mocking, It was serene.
“I’m where I’m meant to be,” Clara said softly. “My body desires it.”
Trinity screamed her name again, voice breaking completely, but Hale had already had enough.
“Peterson,” he said calmly, “take your pet away.”
Then he shut the door, the metallic clang echoed like a death sentence.
Peterson dragged Trinity down the corridor, her shoes scraping helplessly against the floor as she kicked and struggled.
“Let me go!” she screamed. “Let me go, you bastard!”
He hauled her into his cell and shoved her inside, the door slamming shut behind them.
Before he could say a word, Trinity turned and slapped him. His jaw tightened for a second as his mood changed from anger to understanding to calmness.
“Don’t touch me,” she hissed. “Ever again.”
Peterson exhaled slowly, rubbing his jaw. “Calm down,” he said. “You need to think before acting”
“I quit,” Trinity snapped. “I quit, and Clara quits too. We’re getting the fuck out of this hellhole. Who do you guys even think you are?”
His expression darkened instantly.
“You can’t quit,” he said flatly.
She laughed bitterly. “Watch me, you lap dog"
“Don’t push me,” he warned. “You don’t want to see my dark side. Trinity don't push me to take pleasure from torturing you”
Trinity laughed humourless "Torture me?. Look at me Peterson, do I look like I care about your flimsy threats?"
“Go fuck your master,” Trinity spat. “You and Hale can go to hell and burn there for all I care.”
Peterson moved faster than she expected, faster than she could blink.
His hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her just enough for her toes to barely brush the ground. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t need to. The threat was clear enough.
“ There are many ways, ” he murmured coldly, “ to make you submit. To make you compliant. Don’t make me test those many ways on you.”
Trinity spat in his face and Peterson froze.
Then a rough hum of approval escaped him, low and unsettling. He leaned closer, and Trinity whispered in his ear, voice trembling but unbroken.
“ GO. FUCK. YOURSELF. "
He released her roughly, stepping back and Trinity stormed away.
The next day, Rome arrived for the weekly report looking happier than ever.
“I’m here for the regular report,” he said, eyes looking between the two girls pleased “Clara seems… happier....I see"
“ We’re quitting, We want to leave ” Trinity announced.
Rome’s head snapped up an anger flashed across his face.