Haven And Chaos

7) A fight in the shower

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3rd POV
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Gale tossed Maya's body on his bed like a little doll that weighed nothing.
She gasped, taken aback by the sudden thrust and the reason behind it.

Under the moderate white light flowing from above, Maya scuffled to sit up or just dash off of the bed. But Gale's order blasted through her ears, "Lie down!"
He was picking something from the closet, offering his back to her. Yet that didn't lessen the viciousness coming from him.

"I, I'm sorry!" She apologized, tears rolling from her eyes.

"I've never been one to discipline ignorant and troublesome teens, but this is my house. You will naturally follow what I say."
He turned around to walk to her, revealing the black belt in his hands.
The look in his eyes terrified her. But seeing the belt made her heart tremble harder than prey about to be eaten alive

She could sense what kind of discipline he wanted to instill in her, and it horrified her just to think about being whipped with a belt.

"I won't-I-"

"Be a good girl and lie down. Four strikes, but every time you resist, I'll keep adding one."

Maya's eyes enlarged staring helplessly at the man coming closer and closer to the bed. The anger on his face didn't lessen the tension between them, only made it worse for poor Maya. She wanted to jump at him right then and tackle him to the ground before she could give up hope.
But there was one major problem, Gale was almost double her size and height. He was thrice stronger than her, making her the vulnerable rabbit in a lion's den.

Seeing no hope in the situation, she cast away her rebellious half and slowly laid down, leaving her ass kissing the air.

Gale readied the belt, doubling it and then grasping it in the middle.

The first strike came, and Maya instantly yelped out, her hands grabbing handfuls of the cover beneath her.
The damned pajama pants were too thin, providing no protection whatsoever.
Pain.
It was all she could feel from her butt.
And when the second strike struck her soft mass, she dug her face into the bedding and bit the cover, suppressing the scream.

She comforted herself, bringing back all the happy memories she had with Cindy and her family. She would make it through this hell and come out stronger. She would pay off her debt to Gale and someday leave him.
She had to be strong and persistent. Only this way would she survive living with Gale and the evil mother-daughter duo who had shown their dislike for her openly.

Losing herself in the train of thought, she missed the ending of the punishment. Only when Gale spoke did she realize it was over. But the aftermath was heart-twisting.
The painful heat scorching her butt could be considered part of hell's inferno.
He truly was the devil in her story.

"Get up!"

But she didn't.

Her head was still buried on the bed, her hands still gripped the covers.

To win against the devil, she had to play the fragile little angel, for if she continued being the stubborn angel, he would be more determined to break her.

Gale dropped the belt.
He bent over, curious about the motionless girl. Without a care in the world, he flipped her over, letting her body's weight put pressure on her aching butt.

Her top had ridden up, exposing her left boob. The sight of the semi-erect nipple made his jaw clench and his muscles tighten.
Tearing his eyes from the forbidden area, he studied her face while his hand pulled down the top over her breast to cover it.
He caught the relaxing eyebrows and immediately saw through the act.

Without saying a word, he scooped her in his arms, allowing her body to rest against his chest even though he disgusted her due to the hatred he had for her.
Step by step, he walked out of his room.

Maya sighed internally. So it was working?!
He could easily be fooled this way.

But the smell of body wash and shampoo slowly made her brows knit. Where had he taken her? Why did it smell like a bathroo-

Before she had the chance to peep through her closed eyes, the sound of gushing water hit her followed by cold water.
Like harsh rain, the shower slapped her face with the extremely icy water, knocking out the air in her lungs.

Her mouth burst open, frantically gasping for air like a fish out of the ocean.
Her eyes popped open as her hands flew to cling to the person still carrying her.

Their eyes collided...a fierce glare versus a meek stare.
The water, unbothered, continued falling on them, wetting their skin and clothes while they held each other's eyes.

Maya could only breathe through her open mouth for her nostrils were still in shock from the low temperature of the water.
Did he usually take icy showers? Or why would he have such an option installed in his bathroom?

"That was quick," Gale breathed, stabbing her with his sour scowl.

"I'm sor- I'm sor..." She tried letting out a coherent apology, but the temperature of the water was starting to affect her breathing, as well as her body.

Without any warning, Gale withdrew the arm under her thighs, letting her lower half drop.
"Ah!" She screamed terrified, and then quickly wound her arms around his waist for support, acting on impulse.

Through their wet clothes, Gale felt two tips surrounded by soft masses trying to burrow through his upper abdomen from how firmly she was clinging onto him.
"Let go!" He hissed struggling to get her to loosen her hold. But their little tussle only led them to fall into the tub close by.

Gale tumbled in, and when Maya tried to avoid the accident and save herself by withdrawing from him, he pulled her in with him.

Elbows and knees were bruised by the smooth and hard surface of the tub.
Groans and grunts from both of them filled the tub instead of water.
With their wet bodies, it quickly turned awkward from the way they were bundled into each other.
"Move!" Gale hissed, deeply pissed at the small body that had caused him so much agony from the fall.

He felt lucky that it was his head that had hit the edge of the tub.

"Wait, let me-"

He just pushed her to the side and struggled to slip past her body.
He hadn't designed the tub to fit two people, hence the space was limited.

Maya fought back, tried to tackle Gale under her so she would leave the bathroom first to avoid his wrath.
"What are you-" His grunt was interrupted when she managed to slide on top of him again, all thanks to her small and light body.

But the position she chose to sit on him left her feeling thoroughly awkward.

"What are you doing?" Gale questioned, a part of him suddenly afraid she would start whining her ass on him like the last time.

But Maya was frozen on him from the fire reignited by sitting on him. Her butt wanted to scream from the dense pain caused by his punishment.

'Leave!'

Yes, that was the only way to escape.

She quickly grabbed the edge of the tub and started pulling herself out of her misery. Freedom was so close, when, all of a sudden, an arm slashed across her neck and tugged her backward.

She fell back in and her aching butt forced down between Gale's thighs. He was already in a sitting position, his wet hair clinging onto half his face, leaving him looking like the villain he was.

"You really are a bundle of chaos!" He hissed in her ear, his arm still around her neck dangerously.

Maya scratched and pulled his hand, fighting to free her neck.
Her wriggling made Gale use his legs to lock hers, killing all movements from her.

Breaths rasped.
Chest rising and falling under Gale's elbow.
Ass on fire even though wet.

For about a minute, she didn't move, neither did Gale.