Revenge... (Clinton Cave.) 16+

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Clinton's POV// *Could be triggering content,, read at risk.*

I spark up a joint in the kitchen whilst i grabbed my drink. I needed to chill out.
Moments later, i walked back into the lounge, staring over at Marie with my joint hanging from between my lips.

"Really Clinton? it's 7am, can you not go several hours without a joint?" Jesse spoke. I glare over at him.

"I do what I want." I huff, now staring back over at Marie once more. I take a long drag, exhaling the smoke once i was done with it.

"Have some." I mumble, walking towards her and motioning the blunt towards her. Marie denied my request, shaking her head. I tut at her, running my fingers through her hair then gripping at the roots.

I force her head back, causing her to stare up at me with a wince, "i said..." I grunt. "take a fuckin hit." I took the joint from between my lips then putting it between hers. "I want to see smoke come from that pretty little mouth of yours." I growl.

Marie closes her eyes, taking a small drag. She choked on the smoke behind the joint, myself holding the joint in her mouth till I felt like she was done. I then pull the join away from upon her mouth, hearing her splutter out a cough.

I smirk in appreciation at this sight, putting the joint back in between my lips. I turn to look at Mitchel, then at Jesse. "Aren't you being a little harsh on her?" Jesse mumbles. I narrow my eyes and deny his question.

"Fuck no." I spat, taking another drag from the joint. I bit my lip as I admire her state for a moment. I run my fingers through her hair once more, gripping and forcing her to look up at me once more. I place the joint back between her lips, motioning her to take a drag. She took a larger puff this time, her then choking more on the smoke after i took it away.

"Gosh." I mutter, biting my lip more. I admire this again, then allowing my hand to exit her roots and then taking a seat on the table infront of her. "Rules..." I mumble. "Where do we start huh?" I tap out the lit end of the joint in the ashtray next to me.

"Number one." I spoke bluntly, looking at Marie's shivering state. "Don't disrespect any members of Chase Atlantic." I add. "Christian, Mitchel, Jesse, Pat and I." I list.

"Number two." I start. "No fighting, No spitting, no kicking, no abuse!" She stared at me. "Or it will lead you into getting your pretty little face fucked." I smirk at my statement.

"Number Three." I continue. "Sex will only become unconsented if you're being too much of a dumb shit." My eyes graze lower down her body. "So don't test our fuckin limits."

"Number Four." I pause. "The testing of your limits will be abused throughout your stay." I grimace. "So if I wanna fuck you in the shower or whateva, i do what i please."

"Number Five." Marie gulps. "No use of mobile phones nor running away. Only use of mobiles is when supervised."

"Number Six. No begging for sympathy from the others, you act like a little bitch, then you deal with the consequences." I mutter with a petty tone.

"Number Seven." I mumble. "If you have a problem with what you're dragged into, speak to me." I look down to her thighs. "I'll show you what's good." I grunt.

"And the final fuckin rule." I rose my voice in order to make her jump. "Don't blame us for the situation your in." I force her to look at me. "Blame your fuckin father." My voice grew angry nearer the end.

Marie stayed silent, the gaze in her eyes showing no emotion.

"Now real talk." I broke the silence. "Punishment. Oh gosh. My favorite part." I snarl.

"Punishment will include caning of your sweet little ass." I pause. "Rough fucking." I smirked. "An array of other kinks that Id love to try out on you." I whisper. "It's about me." I snarl. "Not you."

Instead of Marie fighting back and arguing, she stayed silent. I see tears rimming her brown eyes, an accomplished look on my face.

"Do you hear me?" I raise my voice, causing her to jolt up for a second. "Y-yeah." She stuttered. "I can't hear you!" I respond.

"Yes!" Marie spoke a little louder, tearful.

"Louder." I demand.

"YES!" She shouts, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

I gaze at her, grinning. "Get her upstairs." I turn my attention to Jesse and Mitchel. "Now." I cock my brow at them, grabbing my drink and downing it.

I see Jesse and Mitchel approach the girl, taking her in their arms and leading her upstairs. I click my tongue and bit my lower lip again. She knew I wanted her, and she was asking for it.

//END OF PART EIGHT!//

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