The Seeds of Wrath

2

[AETEIA]

"Fuck, my head..." I groaned aloud, clutching my head in my hands. I tried to move my hands to either side of my head, but I realized that I couldn't. Bolting upright, I scanned my hands; they had been tied together by a long rope that extended beyond them, the tail end of it leading my eyes to the fuckheads that had kidnapped me.
Standing above me, holding what looked to be my shirt, Whitaker gave me a lopsided grin. He was flanked by Theodore and his other goon, Wade. The other three guys were surrounding the girls, supposedly in a position to protect them. I knew the real reason; they were taking precautions in case any of my supposed 'friends' tried to come to my rescue.

Where was I, by chance? The crashing sound of the waves, the spitting salt water in my face and the feeling of the sand beneath my body told me everything I needed to know. They had taken me to the beach, just as Whitaker had planned. This was corporal punishment.
"Yeah, it's going to hurt. Just like the pain you inflicted upon my balls earlier today." Whitaker growled, advancing on me, his goons following his lead. Theodore looked as if he was rethinking his life choices, his face a sickly green in the light of the moon. "But that's the absolute least of your problems, you little bitch." I locked eyes with him, gritting my teeth as the familiar rush of heat overwhelmed my chest and stomach. The fury encased my entire being; I lunged for him, but was held back by a pain in my torso. I groaned in pain; if I had only disliked him before, now I loathed this man. He began to laugh, the rest of them beginning to join in before he held up his hand.

They all went silent.

"Nice try, Aeteia. This," he motioned to my right, "is what is in front of you if you don't start groveling. It is simple; apologize to me and to Charlotte for your outburst today or face the ocean." I looked at what he had motioned to; a black cliff jutted out from where we were all gathered, dropping what I could only guess was around 10 feet above the water. Instead of fear, which should've been the first emotion I felt, my wrath only seemed to multiply.

The silence allowed me to think; this man was fucking psychopath! What had he done to Theodore in the past? What had he done to anyone who dared go against what he wanted?! There was no fucking way that I was going to grovel at his feet, even if it meant being thrown off a damn cliff. I looked to the rest of posse, ignoring him, "What are you guys doing?! This is sick! He is sick! He's only one man; you all can fight back together! And if you're with him, then you're fucking insane!"

He looked at them all silently, seeming to enjoy the show. When none of them moved, he began to clap sarcastically at me. "Ah, ever the drama queen. This isn't psychopathy, love. It's business. And you are officially fucking up business. Now, I'm going to give you one last chance to beg for my mercy. Oh, and I'll add in a kiss." One of his eyebrows raised challengingly.

The air was stinging my skin; the salt in the ocean was pelting me. The storm from earlier had only begun to worsen, turning into a weak typhoon. Nobody in the water would be able to survive if it got much worse. I looked to my hands, which had begun to change color from how tight the ropes were around the wrists. I was sick of this; I was beginning to tire of taking this man's crap. I forced myself to my feet, despite the pain in my abdomen. He leaned forward, pointing to his cheek and closing his eyes, seeming confident that I would kiss it. Instead of doing that, my last bit of sense of preservation went out the window. I spat on his face, "Fuck. You."

The rest of the posse gasped in shock when they saw what had happened. His eyes seemed to flash a deep red for a moment before he took a deep breath, nodding more to himself than anything. The howling of the wind was beginning to overwhelm the senses; all noise was blown away the moment it was made. Maybe that's why Whitaker decided to do this tonight. The ocean's waves were hungrily battering at the sand, threatening to overwhelm the entire beach.