Elowen's POV

The journey back to the estate was a blur of fear and helplessness. My body ached from the rough handling, and my mind raced with thoughts of what awaited me. The brothers' grip on me was unyielding, their expressions a mixture of anger and dark satisfaction. The forest seemed to mock my failed escape, each step back toward the mansion a reminder of my entrapment.

As we neared the estate, the oppressive walls loomed large, a stark contrast to the fleeting freedom I had tasted. Zander's hold on my arm tightened, a silent reminder of their control. The grand entrance of the mansion came into view, its intimidating presence casting long shadows in the moonlight.

"Welcome back, princess," Zephyr sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Did you enjoy your little fucking adventure?"

I said nothing, my throat dry and my heart pounding. I felt like a cornered animal, every instinct screaming at me to find a way out, but the reality of my situation crushed any hope.

Lysander opened the door, and they practically dragged me inside. The warmth of the mansion contrasted sharply with the cold fear that gripped me. The brothers exchanged a glance, a silent communication that spoke of plans and punishments.

"We need to have a little chat, Elowen," Lysander said, his voice dangerously calm. "A conversation about boundaries and fucking obedience."

I was led to a lavish sitting room, its opulence a stark reminder of the power they wielded. The brothers positioned themselves around me, a living barrier of intimidation. Zephyr leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on me with a predatory gleam. Zander stood to my right, his muscular form exuding raw strength, while Lysander took a seat directly in front of me, his gaze piercing.

"Do you have any idea how much fucking trouble you've caused?" Lysander began, his tone deceptively soft. "Running off like that, making us chase your ass through the damn forest. Do you enjoy playing these fucking games?"

I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper. "I-I just wanted to be free."

Zephyr scoffed, pushing off the doorframe and taking a step closer. "Free? From us? You must be out of your fucking mind."

Zander's hand gripped my shoulder, the pressure a physical manifestation of their dominance. "You belong to us, Elowen. There is no freedom for you outside these walls."

Tears welled in my eyes, the reality of their words sinking in. They were relentless, their obsession a prison from which there was no escape. I tried to find my voice, to reason with them, but the fear and exhaustion were too overwhelming.

Lysander leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine. "We gave you everything, Elowen. We trusted you, made you a part of our world. And you repay us by running away? You have no fucking idea what you've done."

"I'm sorry," I choked out, my voice trembling. "I was scared. I didn't know what else to do."

Zephyr's laugh was cold and devoid of humor. "Scared? You should be fucking scared now, sweetheart. Because now, we have to teach you a lesson."

The atmosphere in the room shifted, the tension becoming almost palpable. I could feel the brothers' anger radiating off them in waves, their possessiveness a suffocating force. I knew they meant every word, that there would be no leniency.

"From now on," Zander said, his voice low and menacing, "you will learn to obey. No more running, no more bullshit. You are ours, Elowen. And we will make sure you fucking understand that."

Lysander stood, his movements slow and deliberate. "You will stay in this room until we decide otherwise. Consider it your punishment for disobedience. And it's going to be fucking brutal."

They left me alone in the room, the door closing with a finality that echoed in my ears. I collapsed onto the plush couch, my body shaking with silent sobs. The mansion felt even more oppressive now, its luxurious walls a gilded cage that held me captive.

I didn't know how long I sat there, the minutes stretching into an eternity. The brothers' words replayed in my mind, a constant reminder of my predicament. They wouldn't let me go. They would never let me go.

The sound of the door opening startled me, and I looked up to see Zander entering the room. He carried a tray with food and drink, setting it down on the table in front of me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held a mixture of anger and something darker.

"You need to eat," he said gruffly. "We can't have you wasting away."

I didn't have the strength to argue. My body felt heavy, drained of all energy. Seeing my state, Zander sighed and sat down beside me, picking up a spoon.

"Here," he muttered, holding the spoon to my lips. "Eat."

I hesitated, but my exhaustion overruled my pride. I opened my mouth, allowing him to feed me. The act was strangely intimate, his rough demeanor softened by the care he was showing. It confused me, this blend of fear and comfort.

As he fed me, I couldn't help but notice the gentleness in his actions. Despite the anger simmering beneath the surface, he was taking care of me. It was a twisted kind of care, but it was care nonetheless. A part of me, a part I didn't want to acknowledge, found solace in it. No one had ever cared for me like this, and the realization was both comforting and terrifying.

"Don't think this means you're off the fucking hook," Zander warned, his voice dropping to a low growl. "When we're done with this, you're going to face the consequences of your actions. We won't let you forget it."

I felt my stomach drop at his words, dread pooling in my gut. The prospect of punishment hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of my reality.

Zander finished feeding me, the tension in the room thickening as he set the spoon down. "Good girl," he said, the praise laced with something dark. But as soon as the words left his mouth, the anger in his eyes flared back to life. "But you need to understand—running away is not an option. Not anymore."

His tone was lethal, and I could feel the weight of his words pressing down on me. It was as if the air had thickened, every breath a reminder of my captivity. My heart raced, caught between fear and a strange, twisted thrill at the intensity of his emotions.

Without warning, Zander stood, towering over me with a feral glint in his eyes. "Get up," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

I hesitated, my limbs heavy with exhaustion and dread. "What... what are you going to do?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"You'll see," he replied, his lips curling into a smirk that sent chills down my spine. "But you need to understand the consequences of your actions. You can't just run off like some wild fucking animal and expect to come back here without paying for it."

He grabbed my arm, his grip firm but not painful, and dragged me to my feet. I stumbled slightly, and a dark chuckle escaped him. "You're really fucking lucky I didn't lose my mind in that forest. But you need to realize that your choices have repercussions, sweetheart."

With a swift motion, he turned me around and pushed me toward the plush chair in the corner of the room. "Sit," he commanded, and I complied, fear and confusion swirling inside me.

Zander moved closer, looming over me, his presence overwhelming. "You want to run away? Fine. But this is what happens when you try to escape from us." He leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "You'll learn to accept what we give you. And trust me, you'll never fucking think about running again."

I looked at him helplessly, hoping he would let me off the hook, but the intensity in his gaze made it clear that he was serious. This was a game of control, and I was losing.

Suddenly, Zander stepped back, a wild look in his eyes as he turned towards the door. "Zephyr! Lysander! Why don't you join us?" he shouted, his voice echoing through the mansion.

I felt a jolt of fear as the door swung open, revealing both brothers. Zephyr's expression was stormy, while Lysander wore a mask of cold fury. They were both dangerously handsome, but right now, they looked like predators ready to pounce.

"Are you ready, little lamb?" Zephyr barked, stepping into the room, his eyes fixed on me with a deranged anticipation. "Didn't I promise you I would teach you not to run? It's time to act on it now, sweetheart."

"She will learn," Zander replied, his tone filled with promise. "Never again will she think she can escape us."

Lysander approached, his presence suffocating. "You've pushed us too far, Elowen. We were willing to be patient, but you crossed a line. You want to test our limits? Fine. We'll show you what happens when you defy us."

The room seemed to close in around me as they circled like wolves, their intentions dark and unmistakable. I could feel my pulse quicken, every instinct screaming at me to flee, but I was trapped.

"What are you going to do?" I whispered, my voice trembling with fear.

The brothers exchanged a knowing glance, the tension in the room palpable as they circled around me like wolves eyeing their prey. Zander stepped forward, a fire igniting in his eyes. "You really thought you could just fucking run away from us, didn't you?" His voice was low, dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine. "Let me be clear, Elowen. You're ours, and you're going to learn exactly what that means."

Zephyr chuckled darkly, a smirk curling on his lips. "Yeah, sweetheart. You've pushed us to the edge, and now it's time for you to face the consequences of your stupid choices." He stepped closer, invading my space, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. "You think we'll let you off the hook after you pulled that bullshit? Not a fucking chance."

The grip of their possessiveness tightened around me, and I knew there was no escaping. My heart raced as I fought to process the reality of my situation. They were angry, but there was something deeper in their eyes—a primal need to reclaim what I had tried to escape.

Zander leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "We're going to teach you a lesson you won't forget. This isn't a game, Elowen. It's time to accept that you belong to us." His voice was a rumble, dark and commanding, sending heat coursing through my veins.

As if sensing my fear, Zephyr stepped back slightly, his gaze locked onto mine, a smirk on his face. "You wanted to run? Fine. But now you'll see what happens when you try to defy us. You're going to wish you hadn't even thought about it."

I looked up at them, my heart pounding in my chest. "What are you going to do to me?" I whispered, my voice trembling with both fear and something else I couldn't quite name.

"Let's just say it's going to be a bit of a wake-up call," Zander replied, his expression unyielding. "And you better believe we'll make you understand that there are fucking consequences to your actions."

Zephyr moved closer, his presence suffocating as he leaned down to meet my gaze. "Get ready, sweetheart. This is just the beginning. You wanted to play, and now we're going to show you how serious we are."

He gestured for me to stand, and the authority in his voice was impossible to ignore. My legs shook as I rose, fear coursing through me. Zander's gaze never left mine as he moved closer, his presence looming like a storm cloud.

"You want to run away?" he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Then let's give you a taste of what happens when you try."

Before I could react, he pulled me close, his grip firm and possessive. My heart raced as I felt the heat radiating off him, a mix of anger and an almost intoxicating power. "You'll stay right here and take it, Elowen. No more running."

Zephyr stepped forward, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "We're going to show you exactly what happens to those who think they can escape us."

With a swift motion, Zander spun me around, forcing me down onto my knees before them. The shock of the cold floor against my skin sent a shiver through me, and I instinctively looked up at them, fear etched across my face.

"You'll learn respect the hard way," Zander growled, his voice low and threatening. "And if you think this is just a game, you're in for a rude awakening."

My breath hitched as I realized what was coming. I could feel the tension in the room crackling like electricity, and I knew I had crossed a line I could never uncross.

"Let's see how well you take this," Zephyr taunted, moving closer pressing his hand down to my shoulder, pressing me firmly against the floor. "This isn't about hurting you; it's about teaching you that you're ours, and we won't tolerate defiance."

The weight of his body against me was both frightening and oddly exhilarating. I could feel my heart racing, a chaotic mix of fear and an unexpected thrill coursing through my veins. It was a reminder that I was trapped, yet there was a part of me that craved this intensity.

"Get ready, Elowen," Zander growled, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "You've brought this on yourself, and now it's time for you to learn the hard way. We're not letting you go. Not ever."

Zephyr knelt beside me, his expression a blend of anger and something darker. "You wanted to run away, Elowen. Now you'll understand just how serious we are." He leaned closer, his voice a low whisper. "This is your reality now, sweetheart. No more escaping."

With that, he delivered a light slap to my thigh, the shock of it reverberating through my body. It was a clear message, one that sent a jolt of fear mixed with something I couldn't quite understand. "You'll take this, and you'll remember it," Zephyr said, his tone cold and commanding.

I gasped at the sudden shock, my instincts screaming at me to pull away. But Zander's grip held me firmly in place, his dark gaze unwavering. "You're not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. You're ours, and we're going to make sure you remember that."

I felt a mix of fear and exhilaration, my heart racing as the adrenaline coursed through me. They were pushing me to my limits, challenging me to accept my place in this twisted reality they had created. With each slap, I felt both terrified and alive, caught in a storm of emotions that left me breathless.

"Look at me," Zander commanded, and I obeyed, meeting his fierce gaze. "You'll learn to embrace this. You'll come to understand that we do this because we care about you—because we want to keep you safe. Even if it feels rough, it's all for your own good."

Zephyr chuckled darkly, the sound sending chills down my spine. "Yeah, sweetheart. You'll come to love this. We'll make sure of that. You just have to accept it." He stepped back, his eyes glinting with mischief. "And trust me, there's plenty more where that came from."

As they continued, alternating strikes that reverberated through my body, I could feel the walls closing in around me. The brothers were relentless, their anger palpable as they reminded me of the boundaries I had crossed. I could feel my resolve wavering, the line between fear and an undeniable thrill blurring with each passing moment.

"Good girl," Zander murmured, his voice steady but laced with something darker. "You're starting to learn your place. This is what happens when you think you can run away. You'll remember this, Elowen."

With that, he delivered another slap, sharper this time, and I bit back a moan that threatened to escape. The pain was sharp, but there was also something strangely intoxicating about it—a reminder that I was trapped, yet somehow safe within their control.

"Don't think this means we're done with you," Zephyr warned, stepping closer again. "You've got a long way to go before we're finished teaching you. We'll break you down and build you back up, but first, you need to know your fucking place."

As they continued, my body responded in ways I never expected. I was scared, yes, but beneath that fear was a flicker of desire—a strange yearning for the intensity they were bringing into my life. It was terrifying, yet exhilarating, and I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions I couldn't fully comprehend.

I gasped, instinctively trying to pull away, but Zander's grip held me firm. "Don't even think about it," he growled, his eyes dark and unyielding. "You'll stay right here and accept your punishment."

"You made your bed, Elowen. Now you're going to lie in it." He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me back against him as I knelt on the floor. The warmth of his body contrasted sharply with the coldness of the hardwood beneath me, amplifying the tension in the air.

I could feel Zephyr's presence looming closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You think you can just run away from us? You think we'll let you go that easily? Not a chance." With that, he delivered another sharp slap, this time across my other thigh. The sting radiated through me, igniting a mix of fear and a strange, twisted thrill that I didn't want to acknowledge.

"You're going to remember this, Elowen," Zander said, his voice steady, almost soothing in its intensity. "You're ours, and we're not going to let you forget it. This is what happens when you defy us."

As Zephyr continued to deliver light strikes, each one a stark reminder of my situation, I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me. I wanted to fight against it, to push back against the punishment, but the reality was that I was trapped. Their anger was palpable, a force that consumed the room, and I had nowhere to run.

But beneath the fear, there was something else—a flicker of admiration for the way they took control, how they exerted their dominance over me. It was terrifying and exhilarating, a tangled web of emotions that left me breathless.

"Good girl," Zander murmured, his voice low as he held me firmly against him. "You're learning. This is just the beginning."

I felt my cheeks flush at his praise, the dichotomy of my fear and the thrill of submission battling within me. Even as I dreaded what was to come, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of safety in their possessiveness.

Zephyr leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto mine, a dangerous gleam in his gaze. "You're going to learn to love this, Elowen. To accept what we give you." He smirked, his tone dripping with a mix of arrogance and promise.

The way he looked at me sent a shiver down my spine. It was a reminder that I was caught in their web—a place where I had to navigate their intense emotions and possessiveness. Each slap was more than just a punishment; it was a claim, a reminder that I was theirs, and I was beginning to feel the weight of that reality.

Zander tightened his grip around my waist, holding me firmly in place as I felt the air grow thick with tension. "This is for your own good," he said, his voice low and steady. "You need to understand that we're doing this because we care about you. You think we want to hurt you? We want to teach you."

Lysander finally spoke, his tone cool and almost amused. "You think you can just waltz away and leave us? You have no idea how possessive we can be, Elowen. It's time to show you just how deep that obsession runs."

With that, they began a new wave of punishment, alternating strikes that ignited a fire within me. I gasped, each one a sharp reminder of the boundaries I had crossed. It hurt, but there was also an undeniable thrill that coursed through me—a dangerous dance of pain and pleasure that left me breathless. I felt both terrified and strangely alive in this moment, caught between fear and an awakening desire.

"Focus on us, Elowen," Zander commanded, his voice rumbling with authority. "Forget everything else. Just listen to us."

As the brothers continued, I found my mind racing, grappling with the mixed sensations coursing through my body. Every slap was followed by a rush of heat that spread through me, igniting a part of me that had long been dormant. They were pushing me to my limits, challenging me to accept my place in this twisted reality they had crafted.

Zephyr leaned closer, brushing his fingers along my cheek, the gentle caress contrasting sharply with the punishment I was enduring. "You're strong, but you need to learn where your strength belongs. We're not your enemies, Elowen. We're the ones who will keep you safe, even if it feels rough."

With that, he delivered another light slap, and I bit back a moan that threatened to escape. The line between pain and pleasure blurred further, and I could feel the heat pooling in my core, stirring something deep within me. It was terrifying, and yet a part of me craved more.

Zander continued to hold me against him, his presence both comforting and overwhelming. "You're learning to submit, and that's a beautiful thing, Elowen," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You'll learn to embrace it."

As they took turns, I could feel my body responding to their punishment in ways I never expected. I was scared, yes, but there was an undeniable thrill in the air, a connection that pulsed between us as I surrendered to their control. The deeper I fell into this, the more I understood that they weren't just punishing me; they were asserting their claim, binding me to them in a way that was both intoxicating and terrifying.

I could feel my heart pounding, every breath a mix of fear and an odd exhilaration. They were right; I was beginning to understand the gravity of my situation. I was caught in their world, where pain intertwined with something deeper, something I couldn't quite define.

"You wanted to run," Zander growled softly, tightening his hold around me. "And now you'll see why that was a mistake. We don't just play games, Elowen. We mean every word we say. You're ours, and we won't let you forget it."

As they continued, my body was becoming more attuned to their intentions. Each strike sent ripples of sensation through me, blurring the lines of fear and something strangely alluring. I could feel my resolve wavering, the part of me that wanted to fight against them slowly crumbling beneath the weight of their dominance.

"You're doing so well," Zephyr praised, his voice almost silky as he ran a hand down my back. "This is only the beginning. You'll learn to crave our touch, to seek it out, even when it scares you."

With each word, I felt myself sinking deeper into the reality they were crafting around me. It was terrifying to think about how much power they had over me, but there was a part of me that couldn't help but feel drawn to that intensity. I had never experienced anything like it—an overwhelming mix of fear, desire, and submission that stirred something deep within.

"You're learning your place, Elowen," Zander said, his voice steady and commanding. "And we'll make sure you never forget it. You're safe here, with us, even when it feels dangerous. This is what we are for you—your protectors and your tormentors."

I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to breathe in their words. I was beginning to understand that the boundaries were shifting, and perhaps there was a strange comfort in their possessiveness. Even amidst the punishment, I could feel the care beneath it, the way they wanted to keep me close, to shield me from the world outside.

"Look at me, Elowen," he commanded, and I found myself complying without thought. "This is what you wanted to escape, but now you have to face the truth. We'll never let you go. Not when we can have you here, with us, learning to embrace your place."

Zephyr leaned in closer, brushing his lips against my ear. "And believe me, this isn't the last you'll see of our love. There's more to come, and you'll learn to crave it."

I trembled at his words, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me. It was overwhelming, a dizzying blend of emotions that left me breathless. They were right—I was starting to understand, starting to feel the weight of their obsession and the depth of their possessiveness.

Zander finally released me, standing tall and imposing before me, while Zephyr stepped back slightly, giving me space to breathe. "You're free to move, but don't think for a second that you've escaped our hold," Zander said, his voice deep and steady. "You'll be thinking about this, feeling it, even when you're trying to run from us."

I looked up at them, my heart pounding in my chest, and saw the fierce determination in their expressions. They were resolute, and I was left in a state of confusion. I was torn between the desire to flee and the strange pull I felt toward them—the way they cared for me, even in their anger.

As I knelt there, trembling, I realized that this was just the beginning. Their punishment was more than just physical; it was a warning, a promise that my life was now irrevocably tied to theirs. I was beginning to accept my fate, and a part of me was strangely comforted by that realization.

And as I finally allowed the weariness to wash over me, I understood that I was no longer just their assistant; I was something far more complicated. I was theirs.

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umm so yeah, that happened.... they'll get nicer, i promise