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CHAPTER XI: PUNISHMENT

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My father stands in front of me with a serious face. I try my hardest to act casual and force my hands off of the doorknob.

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

He doesn't buy my act. "Well since you took one of my employees, I think we need to establish some ground rules. First-" I cut off his words.

"I have no idea what you mean," I say as I purse my lips tightly together.

"Jess, you already know how much I hate liars. I don't tolerate when my son is lying straight to my face. You have disappointed me. Move over."

"No."

"Lying and defying orders? I see you have finally grown confidence. You were always a weak little bastard. Now stop this nonsense and move over Jess."

He tries to gesture me aside and puts his hand on me. I instantly get flash backs to times when he has hit me, choked me, or attempted to kill me. My bottled up anger takes the best of me and I grab his arm.

I continue twisting it until I hear a bone crack. He screams in terror as I release his now broken arm. My strength caused me to rotate his shoulder blade and make his bone pop out, puncturing his skin.

My father looks at me with wide eyes, like a deer in the headlights. I replay what just happened in my head and freak out.

"DAD IM SORRY PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME IM SO SORRY!" I drop to my knees and press my face against the wooden floor.

I feel a hand reach down into my shoulder and look up. I see him smile and out of nowhere, he picks up his uninjured hand off my shoulder and into the air. At a fast pace, he clenches his fist into a ball and swings at my head. I fall to my side and watch the room spin around me.

Smash.

Mr. Douglas forces a nearby vase into my skull and knocks me unconscious. Everything's fades into black as my eyelids grow heavy. Hot blood descends from the shard of glass stuck on my forehead and drips onto my face. The last thing I see was my dad walk around me and open my closet door. Then my body gives up I fall into a deep sleep.

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ANGELIA POV

I wake up from another terrible nightmare with my mother repeatedly beating me. Sweat drips down my cheeks from the pain of seeing her face. My eyesight blurs from the past tears I've been crying.

I blink a few times to clear it up. Why am I in a dimly lit room? I try to wipe my face from all water on it, but find my arms bound by rope.

I realize I'm sitting in a wooden chair; my feet and hands are tied together. Looking around, I see a giant camera they use film movies facing at a king sized bed, with deep violet covers and silk pillows.

Click.

A light switch flickers on the bright studio lights facing all around me. At the corner of my eye, I see a skinny shape descend from the darkness and slowly continues in my direction and the shoes of the stranger make a loud click every step he or she takes.

With my knowledge, this is Dr. Douglas. As the person gets closer, I look up to see a red tight dress on a curvy body and smooth looking legs. Seven inch heels heading straight for me and I'm too scared to look up. The clicking from the heels stop directly in front of me.

"Well are you going to face me?" Her voice sounds as smooth and attractive as her legs.

I make an effort to lift my chin off my chest and tilt my head to meet her eyes. She has dark brown eyes and slick black hair; perfection from root to tip. She gives an awkward half smile revealing some of her pearly white teeth.

She seems nice. But the problem is, I'm attached to a chair. This is not right.

"Where am I and why am I tied to a chair?" I ask blandly.

"This is all part of the plan," she says calmly.

"Plan? What plan?"

She points to the edge of the bed and it takes me a few seconds to make out the figure that's arms are tied to the poles of the canopy.

It's Jess.

"I still don't understand." I say confused.

"Maybe I can explain," a thick manly voice says appearing from the dark. "You see, when someone disobeys me, I take precautions and I've decided to go with the simple route for both of your kids' punishments." He speaks fast holy crap.

"Punishment for what?" I say still unaware of the situation.

"I'll explain the crimes later. But for now, I'm going to have my assistant Eli," he signals to the attractive lady. "She will be helping to remove your clothes for Project XXX."

I think for a moment. "What's Project XXX?" I ask.

He widens his creepy smile. "The Porn Punishment."

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