Blake stands up from his chair and walks towards me. And as I plan to take a step back he comes right in front of me and prevents me from doing so by placing his hand on my back. 

He leans in as he breathes into my hair, making me roll my eyes. He is so much acquainted with my habit that without looking at me he warns me not to roll my eyes. 

"Don't misbehave today and this is an order not a warning, my love." He speaks dangerously low into my ear before standing upright beside me. A shiver runs down as his hand squeezes my waist lightly. He walks me to the chair beside him and I take a seat.

Miss Megan sits at the right side of her husband who is seated at the head of the table. Andrew is seated beside her mother whereas Blake is beside his father on left and I take a seat right next to Blake. Not that I wanted to but didn't have much of a choice. 

"Any plans of running, Melissa?" His father asks out of the blue and I spit the water unintentionally. He had to speak just when I was drinking. Blake grits his teeth as he turns his head towards me with what-the-fuck-are-you-doing look. 

I quickly stand up and apologize for something which I didn't even do purposely. I get seated once again and Martha replaces my plate with a new one. 

"So you had plans to run that got you startled! But let me tell you that there's no escape Melissa. You don't get to see your living parents anymore and if you do try, then I'll make sure that your living parents are dead to drain your hope." He spares me a glance and wink before taking a bite of exotic grilled chicken which now tastes horrible to me because of his words. 

How can he say these words so casually? Does his brain lack that thing called emotions? Are they seriously this twisted to think about killing someone without any remorse?

"I don't care about how your parents treated you or about how you grew up but here you are not allowed to live like that. Upgrade yourself to our standards. You live according to us or you don't live at all by choice." 

"Okay," I whisper and look down at my plate while my fingers clutch fork badly to control my anger. 

"By living to your standards, does that mean to live like a robot? Because you people don't seem human to me at all…" 

I stop while speaking as Blake places a hand on my thigh telling me to shut my mouth but I'm not gonna stop. What do these people take me for? Seriously! Enough of their torments and threatening so I continue, "Can't even call you animals because they too have emotions…"  

His father stands up and so does I since Blake gives a tight squeeze to my thigh. Andrew looks at me in horror and so does his mother. She looks terrified while Blake is shooting daggers at me. His eyes fume with anger and he stands up. Andrew quickly rushes towards us and takes a hold of Blake's arm as their father slowly walks towards me with a disgusted look. 

"You sure don't love your life, do you?" His father speaks dangerously low as he bends to my level and grabs my arm harshly. 

"Duncan, please, she is young and naive. I'm sorry, I'll teach her the house rules. Plea—" Miss Megan begs with tears in her eyes but he cuts her off. 

"Shut the fuck up. Didn't I already give you the chance to teach her earlier? What the hell did she learn, huh?" He sneers and with every word his grip tightens on my arm. And I swear my bone will break if he keeps this up for a few more seconds. 

"Why yell at her when I'm the one whom you should be taking out your anger at. And by doing this…" I glance at his hand gripping my arm before continuing, "And shouting at me you are just proving my earlier statement right, Mr. Duncan." 

And here, I make my second mistake, when I learnt that nobody is allowed to call Blake's father by his name except his wife. He is to be called Boss. And then my left cheek stings as Mr.Duncan's large hand connects with it. I looked at him in sheer anger and his stare dared me to say anything further. 

I look at Blake who is fuming with anger with his hands balled tightly into a fist while Andrew grips Blake's arm strongly. 

Miss Megan runs towards me and holds her husband's hand in request to let go of my hand which keeps crashing under his tight wrap. I'm sure it has bruised already and my bone is about to give up and crack anytime soon. 

"Please Duncan, she'll learn. I'll teach her properly. I'm sorry." She begs his cold husband who never leaves his stare from me. 

"Don't apologize for me. I've not done anything wrong. The one who is wrong and has done wrong is he, Mr.Duncan, and his sons." I don't fear them. They can't control me and my mouth. I will never become one of them. I have my own family, my friends and they do not stand a chance in my life in any way. I don't care what they do to me. 

"She needs to learn." That's all he says before leaving my arm only to throw me on the ground. I look up at him and try to stand but before I can, he stomps on my hand, my fingers crushing under his weight. Immense pain shoots in my right arm as he keeps putting more of his weight on my hand which is crushed under his shoe. 

"Dad." Finally, I hear him. His dad, never looking away from me, shows Blake his index finger and sways his finger left to right clearly telling him to not meddle between his actions. 

"Dad, she is mine. And so I must give her the punishment." He says and I feel betrayed for some reason. I thought he was going to save me from his cruel dad but here he is saving me just to punish me by himself. My left-hand tries to pry off his leg from my hand but to no avail. His muscular build doesn't budge an inch. 

"Duncan, please let her go." Miss Megan begged him as she kneels beside me on the floor with watery eyes. 

"If you dare to disobey me again, little whore, then the next time it won't be just your fingers which get crushed." He warns me before pulling his leg off my hand. I wince in pain as my left thumb trails the bruises on my right hand. 

"Make sure you punish her and teach her some manners." His dad order's him and glares at me one last time before leaving the room while dragging Miss Megan all the way long. She mouthed me a sorry before exiting through the main door. 

"Didn't I tell you to behave, Mel?" 

"And why would I listen to you?" I retort, still wincing in pain. I stand up by myself ignoring his hand which makes him pull me into him. 

"Shouldn't you be sorry for what you did?" His eyes look at me intensely. There's anger but whenever I wince his orbs soften for a second. 

"I should be sorry? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" I give him the same intense look. 

"Enough both of you. Treat her hand before it worsens." Andrew speaks, making both of us look at him. 

"Oh yes! I will treat her hand for sure but don't you dare think that I'll let this go away so easily." He warns as he breathes into my hair, making me roll my eyes. 

"This is for you to roll your eyes." He holds my bruised hand purposely and drags me to his bedroom. He throws me on the bed before locking the room behind him. 

"Shall I treat you first then punish  and treat you again or shall I punish you first then treat you completely?" He mocks and eyes me lustfully. 

"So now you've decided to give me choices?" I look away from him and I know he doesn't like this at all. 

He takes long strides towards me and sits beside me. He grabs my chin harshly and makes me look at him. Lust drips from his eyes as he stares at my lips then back to my eyes. 

"You know what, I love what you did down there. But you still misbehaved so punishment is a must, babygirl. Get ready to lose something… or someone… or yourself." He smirks sinisterly as his hand slowly trails from my forehead to the back of my neck and he pulls me closer. Close enough to feel his breath on my face. 

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