Labyrinth

Chapter 11

Nathaniel dropped me off back at my dorm, "We'll message you later," he said.

Once I got back in, I changed into some of my clothes and set up some extra work that could be completed.

The work for my law class was especially difficult. I could see why it was set as extra work and not homework.

When my brain starts to feel like mush, my sore hands push my work away and I rest my head in my arms.

I need to get a job.

Groaning, I open my old laptop back up again to search for jobs around here that would work around university. There were a few jobs which I applied to, just in case it all went to the ground. I also applied to a few others that didn't seem to be so bad. There was actually an opening at the cafe I love. The pay there is above minimum wage as well.

I apply to all of the available positions that I could. It's better to say no than have to beg.

I reach for my phone and see that I have a message from Nathaniel,

'Sexy Stranger:  I can't wait to see you again'

I send back a quick response. This has just given me motivation to complete more extra work.

I try and complete at least two or three pieces for each of my classes. I am prepared to be that student. Well I need to be that student in order to maintain my scholarship.

By then end of my work, I'm exhausted. I would have opened a book but, my eyes are so tired of reading today so I set a film up on my phone to watch.

It only reminds me of when I watched one with Thomas and Nathaniel. When they held me. How warm their hands felt on me. Their constant touches. Their little quirks. Their scents - both different yet they blend so nicely.

I decide to send a message to the group chat of the three of us:

'Me: How are you guys?

Master T: I think someone's missing us.'

Just seeing the name he gave himself gives me butterflies.

'Sexy Stranger: All she needs to do is ask

Me: Ask?

Sexy Stranger: We will always entertain you.

Me: It's a bit hard to touch me through a screen.

Master T: So you want us to touch you right now?

Me: That's not what I said, is it?'

I'm surprised by the ringing of my phone. It was a call from the group chat.

"Hello?-" I'm cut off by a sharp voice.

"You better watch your tone. Just because you are a needy little girl, who is desperate for our attention, does not mean that you can be disrespectful." I could hear his disappointment from here.

Before I could even answer him, I am interrupted by another rough voice, " And, just because we cannot punish you now, does not mean that we will not punish you when we next see you."

"I-I'm sorry, sirs." I stutter, overwhelmed by them even when they're not in front of me. I shift my position in my bed, feeling more butterflies. And maybe, some of my juices starting to drip down my thigh.

Their dominance isn't confined to their physical space; they carry it through their voices, too. Through their words. I could practically feel the promise of pain through Thomas's words. The threat of punishment from Nathaniel's words.