33- Glitter Fight - Part 2

Isabella

“Ready for your punishment?” asks Lucus, like it was a normal, everyday occurrence. Almost like date night, except with punishments and not dinner and a movie.

Swallowing the invisible knot that was lodged inside my throat, my eyes continue to focus on the man who now stood before me. My life at his mercy.

Motioning for me to come with a finger, I reluctantly move from the bed. Making the short walk over to him. Biting the inner corners of my cheek I knew I had taken things a tad bit too far, but my inner child was crying, wanting to seek revenge for all the discomfort they had caused me.

“Sygnomi (Sorry). I know I went too far and for that I apologize” I say, coming to a stop in front of him. My vision clouded with tears as they threatened to fall. Our shoes all but touching, as I continue to stare at the ground. Fear rising from the depths of my stomach as I could not muster up the courage to look at him. Slow but suddenly rough hands move to grip my chin as I fight back to hold my tears. My eyes forced to look into the eyes of my fiance. His eyes beautiful yet cold as he moves to stare at me.

With a click of his tongue, he moves to speak “I know Agapi (Love). But a punishment must still be made.” Nodding my head, I move to look down once again, his lips now resting on top of my head as rough hands move to grip my forearm, Lucus yanking me from the room.

Closing Emily's door, the guards all move to follow. The pitter patter of shoes was all that was heard as everyone remained silent, including me.

Watching my surroundings, I can’t help but notice we pass through the second kitchen and then the first as I’m then brought to the dining room. Entering, my attention moves to focus on the 10 extra guards along with Grant, Tony and Alex. The other two men along with Marco are present. Gazing to the men, I can’t help but notice that Alex was still in his original suit from this morning. Glitter now dry and making him sparkle as the light hits him just right. Grant and Tony opting for clean clothes as well as a shower as both now dressed similar to Lucus. All black.

Shifting focus, I can’t help but notice a large part of the dining room floor now covered in plastic along with a huge metal chair. The invisible knot returning as my heart begins to race images of old movies rising where the victim was either butchered or stabbed.

Guiding me towards the chair, Lucus moves to push me down. His hands pushing on my shoulders. Panicking, I move to jump up in a attempt to run back towards the door. My body now in fight or flight mode as I try to run away. Not wanting my life to end like those in horror movies am I'm caught by the waist, Lucus holding me as he did. My hands clawing at his arms as I fight to get out of his grasp.

Swinging and kicking, my feet eventually connect with his shin, causing him to grunt painfully behind me. Alex and Grant along with Marco all coming forward to help, eventually getting me inside the chair. Screaming and crying, I cry things such as “Lasciami Andore (Let Me Go)” and “Per Favore Non Uccidermi (Please Don’t Kill Me)” too lost within my head to notice that I’m officially being cuffed around my wrists, ankles, and stomach.

Once secured tightly to the chair, do they all move away. My body still thrashing as I go completely unaware of my bindings even as they dig painfully into my skin. The guys now huddled off towards the other side of the room as they talk, Enzo eventually joing the group.

Glitter, although cute and pretty, should never be used for any place other than glue or crafts. Not water balloons. As it can be extremely dangerous when used wrongly.

“What the fuck happened to you?” comes Alex’s voice. Not catching Enzo’s reply, I do however catch the looks coming from the guys. Their voices hushed as Lucus moves to call forth two guards. Giving them specific instructions as they head for the kitchen.

Eventually, the guards return with two trolleys each holding baskets as they did. The trolleys stopping just short of the tarp. My eyes widening at what I saw.

For sitting within those baskets were the remaining water balloons that Emily and I had yet to use.

Snapping his fingers, the guards all move to back away before moving to different spots around the room. Feeling trapped while stuck to a chair, I clearly see eight very angry men all staring right at me. Crap.

Gulping, Lucus moves to approach me, his body moving down towards my height. His hands resting on top of my arms as he moves to steady himself. “Do you know what rule you broke Agapi (Love)?” subtly I nod my head.

Growling he speaks. “Words. Bambina (Baby). Words!”

“R-Rule three” I stutter nervously.

“Which is?”

“To always be kind and respectful”

“And what other rule did you break?”

Pausing, I try to rack my brain for the second rule I supposedly broke. What other rule had I broken? I mean there were only four rules. Rule one was don’t escape. Rule two was don’t leave the compound. Rule three was to be respectful and kind. And Rule four was the fucking curfew, so what other rule did I break. Did I miss one when he went over the rules? was there a fifth one I didn't know about?

Shaking my head, I attempt to speak “B-But… I-I didn’t break any other rule.”

“WRONG! FUCKING WRONG! YOU ESSENTIALLY BROKE RULE ONE! DON'T TRY TO ESCAPE.” screams Lucus, now agitated. Paling, I knew I had to calm him down or else my punishment would be worse.

“N-No Kyrios (Master). I-I didn't... I never attempted to escape” I say, shaking. My body physically scared. “I never, ever tried to. I swear it, I only preteneded too. So that you all would think I did. I only wanted to hide. I’m.. sorry. I-I didn’t mean to take it that far” Gamo (Fuck) I hated when I stuttered, it always made me feel weak. Even as a child when I was scolded in front of my father for disobeying his command.

Raising their eyebrows, they all move to look at me. Alex speaking up: “Why you little brat, You knew, You knew specifically what would happen if you had managed to escape and still went through with your plan, even amongst the chaos?”

Remaining silent, I only hang my head down. Guilty.

Sighing, Lucus moves to speak more sternly. “Regardless of what happened, tonight you clearly crossed the line Isabella. For even though you didn’t technically try to escape you still knew that it would anger us.” Again, I keep my head low as I move to remain silent.

Moving to stand, Lucus continues. “Tonight, we shall give you a small reprieve. But, you're going to get a taste of your own medicine. But before we do, you need to understand that the course of your actions could have seriously jeopardized you if not everyone here. So to be fair we going to give you a more permanent reminder as to what’s at stake. So when you try this again you’ll always be reminded of the consequences."

Shaking, tears begin to fall as I move to watch helplessly, Alex moving to approach me. My mind wondering how my father could have given me away to people like this.

Kissing my forehead, Alex moves to take my left arm in his before applying insane amount of pressure to keep me from moving. A tip of a small knife now touching my skin as he moves to dig into my flesh. The pain feeling like I was being burned by something hot and sharp as it raced up and along my arm. Clenching my jaw, I try to be brave but the burning sensation proves to be too much and I scream in agony. Grant making his way over to me as he moves to whisper sweet nothings in ear, hoping it would help calm me.

Gradually, the pain begins to fade as Alex moves to pull away once finished with his more permanent solution. Blood now dripping from my arm. The initials of each of my men now visible. The cuts deep enough to scar as they lay claim to me and my body.

Sniffling, I don’t fail to see Lucus or several other men for that matter as they all move over to the trolleys each picking up various water balloons. Bracing for impact, I wait for the first throw. SMACK! A water balloon hitting me dead in the chest before bursting all over me. Bright pink glitter exploding just about everywhere as it coated my shirt.

Marco being the next one to throw, moves to throw a yellow balloon. The balloon hitting me in the shoulder as he did. While Enzo moves to approach me, his fingers gently jabbing into my wound, causing me to cry out in pain. Humiliated, I feel myself getting covered from head to toe in water and glitter until I'm completely coated, my body shining like that of a rhinestone.

Weak and tired, the guys all move to leave me under the careful supervision of snickering guards. Eventually subcoming to sleep as I cried. Tony and Grant eventually return before helping me back towards my room.

Stripping me of my now glitter stained clothes they both move to help me shower. Physically and emotionally drained I don’t seem to care, my body now numb. Once cleaned, banaged and dressed for bed does the chain get securely put back on around my ankle, each kissing me goodnight before leaving.