Thrust Into His Arms

Chapter 84: Chapter 84 Bullying Chronicles III

There was a tense silence. "I thought I told you guys not to give her weed or any of those pills? Are you guys out of your damn minds!" His explosive tone in the last sentence made me flinch.

". . . . .We were not really going to. We just wanted to teach her a lesson. And besides, what is bad in having her smoke with us?" Says Brooke.

"She is right, Cal. I thought you said we could do whatever we wanted with her?" I

look at Calyx in disbelief. I don’t know why I am surprised hearing that he specifically ordered that with all the things he had done already.

And would still do.

"I did say so. And I was also clear on not giving her drugs or assaulting her. Only me gets to do that." What?

"Should we apologize for trespassing now?"

"You should. Because she is more of my plaything than the rest of you." The low tone with which he said that carries weight and authority. All except Brooke apologize to him one by one. Brooke suggests something crazy next.

"If we cannot have her smoke it, then how about we burn it on her body instead?"

There is a mischievous smile on her face as she says that. I wanted to shout to beg her and tell her that I am sorry but I know that she would not listen to me. Brooke and Calyx are both devils. But Calyx is the lesser one sometimes. Such as now. The final say depends on him. She cannot do it if he does not grant her permission. Please say no. Please say no. Please say no. But he dashes my desperate hopes when he said that she could. Brooke faces me with a victorious smile, her sparkling eyes holding an amount of bad and mischievousness I have not seen before.

"Where should I burn? Your inner thighs would be great! Since it will not be easily seen unless by whomever you whore yourself out to." She giggles. I shake my head. "No! Please no! Please don’t, I’m sorry!"

"Keep begging. I like the sound of it."

By the time they were all done, my throat was hoarse and dry from screaming. I had screamed at the top of my lungs but was not heard. All I could do now is cry pathetically.

On my upper and inner thighs are a dozen small burn marks and hot blisters made by the burning end of a cigarette pressed hard on my skin. I have never felt anything so hurtful before.

More than the pain is the humiliation.

My dress was held up and folded around my waist. My panties exposed. They made additional fun of me for the panties, saying it was childish and resembled that of a kid’s. While the injuries were being inflicted, I squirmed and struggled. And Brooke threatened to put the cigarette next in my private part if I did not stay still. Someone commented on how that would be fun to watch. I was being recorded also. Calyx just sat down watching the whole thing happening and laughing from time to time like it was a comedic show. I was stupid and pathetic to desperately cling unto the hope that he would stop them. That someone as hollow and black-hearted as he is would be my savior for once.

In that moment, I hated myself more than I hated all of them. Why was I weak? Why can’t I stand up to them? Why was I even born into this world at all? I’m such a coward. A weakling.

*******************One Week Later*********

"Are you okay?" I do not reply, I just stay silent. "Yeah. You aren’t. I’m sorry. This is all my fault that this is happening to you." I don’t say anything to Maverick. It is not his fault. Calyx and his minions are the monsters. "It is not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. You didn’t do anything." I say in a cracked voice. I’m crying within. Not just from period cramps but from the bullying I went through yesterday. The one before that,

and the one to come. I did not gone to school today because my cramps were really bad. The psychological toll of what I am facing at school must have added to it and created extra prostaglandins to my uterine lining. It never hurt like this before.

"Was anything posted on the school’s forum today?" I didn’t see anything so far. But I’m not relaxed yet. One of the few things I know about the devil is that he doesn’t bluff.

"You don’t mean something like out of the usual sports and mathletes stuff?" He asks.

"Well. . .more or less." The milliseconds he takes to answer felt almost like forever to me. "No. Nothing." He answers. I still press in and ask if he is sure. Could Lamont really had been bluffing when he said that he would post those pictures if I don’t show up at school even for a day? "He has something on you doesn’t he? What is it?" Maverick gets the reason. But I can’t admit it to him. I gotta deny.

"It is not about him. What could he possibly have on me?" I added a funny edge to my voice. "I was just curious. You know the inner swimming competition is soon to happen. I just wanna know concerning that."

"Gweneth." He calls, knowingly.

"I just told you that I only asked because I was curious. Bye. Talk to ya later. Have a nice day." I quickly hang up. I heave a sigh that bordered between relief and uneasiness. No photos or videos posted—yet.

Okay. I reach out to take the calendar book on my nightstand. I let out a broken sigh. freewёbnoνel.com

There is still nine months, two weeks and four days left for Lamont and his minions to graduate and get the hell out of my life and Krohns. Be strong Gweneth. You can hold out until then. I motivate myself. Sniffling, and cleaning the dried tears on my face. As well as the ones newly seeping out of my eyes. I stand up minutes later to go get ice to put on my injuries.

I come out of my room, trudging to the refrigerator in the kitchen. There, I find Dad. He was holding a coffee mug and speaking on a call. Seeing him was more than dangerous for me in the moment. I was wearing shorts and sports t-shirt. My legs and thighs are visible.