Deviance

Chapter 9

Rage. It simmers in my veins.
Twice! Twice now this asshole has fucked me and left me in a bathroom alone and vulnerable afterwards. I wipe the angry tears from my eyes.
Why the fuck did I allow him to touch me again? I should have run when I had the chance.
I do the walk-of-shame to the staff room after I cover up.
"Put them on before you leave. I don't want anyone seeing what is mine."
His words play on repeat in my mind. His? He thought I was his! Well fuck him! I'm not anybody's!
I throw on the extra pair of clothing always keep in my locker. A war is waging within me. One half of me wants to give the asshole a piece of my mind, but the more rational part is telling me to stay the fuck away from him.
I haven't forgotten the motherfucker's little parlour tricks. I don't know what he is, but he definitely isn't human and that makes him dangerous.
I feel like a little deer whenever he is near, ready to learn that my position in the food chain is at the very bottom. And now that I have witnessed his inhuman speed and healing, he feels even more like a predator. Why else would he have abilities that make him the perfect killer?
I make up my mind as I stare at the locker before me. Fuck this shit. I'm out!
I grab my large tote bag and stuff the contents of my locker into it. I properly rape the poor bag to get everything in. How did I accumulate this much junk in the short time I have worked here? I will get help for my hording tendencies once I am out of this city.
My safest option is to just go live with Ella and her guardian. I will have to swallow my pride, but at least then I will get to see her more often. Besides, Tiras won't find me there and that's the most important part.
I slam the locker door shut and throw the bag over my shoulder. I am getting out of here and never looking back.
I'll miss Tiffany and Kate, but a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do. I have to break all contact with them. Tiras strikes me as the type of guys who would use them to try and get to me. Fuck, I hate him so much!
I dash down the hall towards the lobby. I want to get out of here before anyone sees me. I plan on disappearing as suddenly as he appeared in my life.
I push my way through the large glass doors, and it feels like I am breathing pure freedom. I have made it out of that hellhole and now there is nothing left to fear. Relief and joy wash over me. I will be able to see Ella's beaming smile in just a few hours and that alone is enough to make me believe that everything is going to be alright.
I speed walk in the direction of my apartment, but something catches my eye in the alleyway next to Pureza. I stop dead in my tracks. I swear I left skid marks on the sidewalk.
"Tiffany?" I ask softly as I take in the crying girl.

I rush to her side. I wrap my arms around the mess of a girl laying on the dirty concrete. "What happened? Who did this to you?"
Rage consumes me once again. I am becoming too well acquainted with the red rage coursing through me for my liking. I did not know I was capable of feeling this amount of pure, hot anger.
"It's... nothing. I'm fine." She chokes out between sobs.
"Fine my ass! Tiffany, what the hell happened? Talk to me. You know you can trust me."
She stares up at me with her watery eyes and it breaks my heart. I will fucking kill the person who dared to make such a sweet girl cry.
"I... I didn't get the promotion..."
What the fuck?
"What do you mean? No one else is more qualified than you. Which dumb bitch got it then?"
Freddy is such an asshole. He probably does the same as my previous employer and only promotes the girls who are willing to suck his small dick.
"It's... It's you, Auburn. You got the promotion..."
I repeat myself – what the fuck? My body becomes a statue. I must've heard her wrong or someone must have made a mistake.
"That can't be true, Tif. Are you sure about this? I haven't worked here long enough and besides, Freddy hates my guts. He wouldn't promote me even if I was his only staff member. Who told you this?"
"I overheard him speaking with that guy who requested us to clean the penthouse..." My heart drops. What the fuck?!?
I am left speechless. I can't believe the bastard went this far. I once again can't help but feel like a cheap whore for hire. He fucks me and then gets me a promotion that I don't deserve. He could have just as well stuffed one-dollar bills in my panties before he left me in the bathroom.
"This isn't right, Tif. Both of us know that you deserve that promotion. There is no way in hell that I'm accepting it." I look her right in the eye as I speak.
I need her to understand that I didn't ask for this. Sure, I want to make a better life for me and Ella, but I'm not going to step on anyone else to try and get there faster.
"If you don't accept it, they're just going to give it to one of the other girls." Her voice is soft and broken.
"They'll give it to you if I don't accept it. There is no one else better qualified. I'll literally go in there and tell them myself. You deserve this, Tif. I can't see why..."
"Just stop!" Tiffany cuts me off.
I've never heard her raise her voice before. This isn't like her. Something else is going on here. "Just drop it, Auburn. Go inside and just accept the damn promotion. I'll be fine."

My heart breaks for her. She seems so hopeless and tired. Why is she giving up on this so easily?
"I'm not going to drop it!" I proclaim and before she has a chance to stop me, I jumps up off the concrete and dash for the front doors of Pureza.
My body moves on autopilot. When I find myself again, I am banging against the penthouse doors.
If Tiras could convince Freddy to give me the promotion, he sure as hell can convince him to rather give it to Tiffany.
The door pushes open.
"Auburn," his rich voice fills my ears and I need to concentrate harder than usual to remember why I came back in the first place.
"I could have sworn you weren't coming back. Your locker is empty, and you dashed out of here like a mad woman."
A small chuckle escapes my lips as I shake my head from side to side. Of course, he knew I was running. How could I have been stupid enough to think I could actually escape him? He probably had people watching me or some weird power that allows him to know my exact whereabouts. I was screwed from the moment I let him screw me.
"And you wonder why I think you to be insane, my little deviant. You come here, almost banging my door off its hinges and looking like you want to kill me. And now you stand here laughing."
I ignore his comment about my mental health. I, myself am beginning to question whether I have all my nuts screwed on tight enough.
"You talked to Freddy about promoting me." I get back to the reason why I came back to this hellhole.
"I wouldn't say that. It was more like Freddy talked to me about promoting you. He wanted to make sure I was alright with it. He's noticed that I have taken a liking to you and doesn't want to step on any toes."
Wait what? But I don't understand...
"You're lying. You had to have asked him to promote me. He wouldn't do it of his own volition."
"I am a lot of things, Auburn. But a liar isn't one of them."
I shake my head in disbelief. This doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore.
"Why though? Why would he promote me to a waiter? Why not Tiffany? She's experienced and great at her job..."
"You are asking the wrong questions, baby." I look into his eyes pleadingly.
"Then what questions should I be asking?" I'm desperate for any answers I can get, but something in his eyes tells me that I won't like knowing the truth.
"Rather ask why Freddy wants to keep your little friend in a position with absolutely no power. Ask not why you have been promoted but why she hasn't been."

I blink slowly, trying to process his words.
"He wants her powerless?"
"So that she is easier to control." His eyes soften and I don't know how that makes me feel.
But this isn't the time to get soft now. Tiras is still an asshole and now I have ruined any chance I had of getting away from him.
"I suppose you would know all of this, since it is the exact same thing that you are doing to me." I scowl at him.
And it is true. I always feel utterly powerless when I am near him. I lose control. There is something strangely exhilarating and liberating about it, but that still doesn't mean I want to be powerless.
"I told you in the bathroom that I am not going to tolerate this from you anymore. You are getting violently close to crossing the line again, Auburn. Compare me to that scum again and I will fuck the obedience and respect into you. Do you understand me?"
My face turns into a tomato and my mouth has become dry. I stare at him in silence. My mind is blank with lust and even if I could think of something to say, I am sure the words would get stuck in my throat. I will never understand the effect this man – if he even is one – has on me.
"I asked you a question. It's rude not to reply."
I gulp.
"Yes, sir," I reply without thinking twice about it.
"I like that. You should call me sir more often." His smirk spreads across his entire face.
I physically feel my self-control seeping out of me the longer I stare at his devilishly handsome face. I need to get the fuck out of here.
I turn around and rush back to the door.
"Please don't run, my little deviant. It will only delay the inevitable. I'll find you wherever you go."
His words echo through my bones and stop me dead in my tracks. I slowly peak over my shoulder at him.
"You are mine, Auburn. It's about time that you start realising that."
I take a deep breath and slowly walk to the door. He's right. There is no point in running. I have a strange feeling that he'll always find me...
But that doesn't mean that I am going to make this easy for him...

A/N

Hello, my little deviants. I apologise for not updating in quite a while. I will try my best to not edge my lovelies like this again. Don't forget to vote and comment. I love it when you guys are vocal.

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