My eyes were too heavy to even pay attention to the pain William's hand inflicted in my arm. How can they sell me.
He yanked me all the way down the hall, ignoring my pushes on his side. I lifted my gaze to consume the surrounding when he stopped with a jolt.

We stood infront of the same huge brown door where my first infraction was taken care of. It didn't scare me at all, I knew what was coming up. He will punish me and we will forget what all this was about.

I was pushed harshly inside the room, my hands collided with the floor. I jerked my head up and started rising.
"Don't stand up without permission, Annabeth"
William spoke in a deep yet deadly manner but I didn't care to follow. If they can decide for me, why can't I decide for myself. I raised myself from the group and held my head high trying to keep my gaze focused on his. I gave my best to make sure he felt intimidated but all I could find in his orbs was amused mockery. William took silent strides towards me and stood infront of me with his hands locked behind his back.

"Take off your clothes. Everything but your panties."

I resisted my urge to smile at his vulnerable state of controlling his anger around me. I loved the feeling of restricting him. It was a pristine form of the control I had over him which nobody in this world would ever notice except us.

"If I repeat my words, you're walking back to your room naked with pieces of your clothes in your hand."

I kept my eyes locked to his while I flicked open the buttons of my overalls. I kicked it aside as soon as it pooled around my feet. I tugged my blouse over my head, disheveling my chocolate brown hair. I turned it into an absolute tease as I bend down to remove my socks without changing my expression or removing my gaze from him.

I stood infront of William in my cotton thongs. Within seconds of standing straight, he closed the distance between us to grasp my jaw with such a vigour that it was the reason I was standing rather than stumbling back.

"I don't care how angry you are Annabeth. Lower your god damn eyes."

I fought his command as long as I could but eventually the submissive inside me took over, nearly sending me to tears hearing the displeasure in his voice. With more satisfaction than he should have deserved, he stepped away from me releasing my jaw. He turned around and started unbottoning his T shirt.

Within a couple of seconds he pulled it above his head effortlessly, discarding it forward carelessly. He racked his fingers through his hair inhaling and exhaling his breathe deeply for a moment. I watched him tremble uncontrollably from the anger. The sadist inside him was raging to take control but I had made my mind to not give in. My subconscious was persuading me to give in and let him unleash his raw side on me but the rage inside me had made decision for me.

My jaw throbbed from the sensation of his grip. I reached up to swipe on the skin I felt had now turned red from his harsh action. I should hate him for touching me but all I felt was rush that he left his mark on me. I almost felt a smug as if I could prove to him with his own marks on me that he can never get rid of me. Not until I wore his bruises.

When he turned back completely composed I lowered my hands and my eyes but not before peeping at his broad chest.

"Still obeying?" He closed the distance between us, again. But I didn't answer. "I guess not...that's alright Annabeth." His hand raised up and his knuckles started tracing my cheek trailing down to length of my neck and lingering on the bruises his mouth had left on them a night ago. "I don't expect you to give in right away. But I will definitely enjoy breaking you." His hand dropped from my neck and I felt it between my legs, cupping my pussy. I lurched to my toes with a gasp leaving my lips. His just bent down to my ear, whispering inaudibly; "If you think you're going to win Annabeth, you're terribly mistaken."

I nearly fell to the floor when he released his grip, stepping away from him as if he didn't trust himself. When he returned back, his hands help a greyish rope that looked soft in one glance but rough upon impact.

William calmly circled the rope around my wrists, tying them in a delicate knot before raising it high above my head. On my tiptoes, I struggled to wriggle them free, just dangled like a freshly caught fish as he looped and secured the rope to the hook in the ceiling.

I gaped completely shocked that I the more I tried to pull my wrists free, the more the tension inflict pain in my arms. Accepting that I can't move without William's mercy I shot him a frustrated glare. His lips curved into a dangerous smirk as he stepped closer to me. I utterly dismayed how he was taller than me even when I was forced on my toes.

"Continue to pull Annabeth. Nothing pleases me more than watching you struggle."

I stilled myself refusing to provide him any ounce of satisfaction and it just made him chuckle darkly before that smile turned into a deep frown.

"You behaved like a child today," he spoke lethaly walking in a slow circle around my body. "You threw tantrums, broke rules, crying and hitting when you failed to get what you wanted."

His words drew holes in my head and he knew it. The thing I wanted was him.

"But your foul mouth reminded me that you're not a little girl, as much as I would love to treat you as one at this instant." He rounded my body and stopped in front of me. "No my Annabeth..you're a big girl aren't you?"

I pressed my lips together avoiding to answer him and he face hardened. He swiftly turned around and left my sight.