BELLA
People spend their entire lives on Earth committing crimes, hideous ones. Yet, they never saw the devil. But I had. Not only one, but two. No one told me the devil had a brother, one who was as dark as him. Their handsome faces were so beautiful, they masked perfectly the darkness always swirling in their gazes.
Last night was the worst. Out of everything they had ever put me through, their punishment was something I never wanted to go through again.
If staying away from other men was what they needed, I wouldn’t mind doing that for my sanity.
I tried to walk normally, awkwardly smiling at the security man by the door, who was looking at me funnily.
“Good morning,” I greeted the receptionist at the desk, hurrying towards my department.
Ken wasn’t in the office when I arrived, not like I was expecting him to be. I got a call from Chris this morning. A worker in the cinema rushed him to a hospital last night. I was told that would stay away for a month because of broken bones and all that. I was guilty as fuck, knowing I was the reason for that. Had I rejected him, he wouldn’t have been subjected to so much pain.
At my table, I slowly sat down, wincing when the dildo in my pussy went deeper. Fuck those brothers! Last night didn’t seem to satisfy them. They punished me by leaving a dildo in my arse hole through the night.
I didn’t get to swoon at how giddy I felt spending the night with them because I was tied, spread and let to take as much of the dildo as I could up my arse.
This morning, after I had my bath and got dressed in the blue sundress they bought for me, they slipped another dildo into my pussy and ordered me not to remove it. How was I supposed to function well with that monstrosity?
“Darling!” Chris shrieked as she stepped into the office.
As one, all the eyes of the men went towards her. She flicked her hair at the attention she was getting, expertly walking despite the 10-inch heels she was putting on. Her black pencil skirt and blue shirt were so fitting, they looked tailored. Everything about her screamed classic.
“Good morning.” I forced a smile, trying not to show my discomfort. I couldn’t even properly sit, so I wouldn’t drive the dildo deeper.
“Good morning? Are you suddenly acting like a stranger to your bestie?” She hugged me, almost taking my breath with the bone-crushing embrace.
“It’s alright. You don’t have to kill me. It’s only a hug.” I patted her back, letting her know it was time to disengage.
“Pardon me.” Chuckling, she stepped back. “As much as I would have loved to chat with you, darling, the director sent me to fetch you.”
“The director?” I stood up, gulping as my heart picked up from where it stopped last night. The organ was beating so loudly, it was a miracle she didn’t hear it.
“Yup. I just got a call.” She waved her phone, still smiling.
“Do you know why he asked for me?” I ran my hand through my hair. I resisted the urge to rub my brows, knowing she would pick up on that.
“No, I don’t. Come on. You will know the answer to that soon. Let’s not keep that grumpy man waiting.” Winking, she took my hand and led me out of the office, smiling at the men whose gazes trailed us until we were out of sight.
I allowed her to lead me past the empty corridor to the director’s office. I’d only been here thrice. The first was on the day he interviewed me, the second was to take my work file and the third was weeks ago, when I undertook the Christophos brothers’ case.
I tried to think of what I might have done to warrant the call, but couldn’t come up with any. My nerves didn’t ease at all, especially when the door opened and Imelda stepped out of the director’s office. One look at me, and her lips curved up in a smirk.
“Good luck,” she sneered, laughing when I gave her a confused gaze. “Oh darling, you are in for an interrogation of your life.” Winking, she turned and headed towards her office, cackling like a hyena that had lost a tail.
“Don’t mind her. That bitch is always making stuff up,” Chris said with a smile, leading me into the office.
The director’s office was still the same as it was the last time I was there. The large mahogany desk was still there, not like I expected him to change it. My eyes went to the red loveseat near the one-way floor-to-ceiling glass. A massive portrait of his rested on the wall not too far from the window, his stern eyes peering down through his glasses.
My shoes made squishy sounds on the marble floor as I walked, almost dragging my legs forward.
“Good morning, director,” Chris greeted him, drawing my attention to the man behind the desk. The director of the firm. He was a plump man with a funny goatee. His bald hair shone brighter than the sun.
My gaze locked with his grey ones as they examined me, his face as impassive as ever. I doubt I’d ever seen him smile before. He was always looking like a robot without human emotions.
“Miss Chris.” He nodded at Chris, who smiled. She didn’t let go of my hand, though, knowing I needed the contact more than anything else.
“Good morning, director. You sent for me?” I questioned, keeping no emotions from my voice, so he wouldn’t know how scared I was.
He acknowledged, gesturing towards the chairs opposite him. “You can have your seats.”
Thanking him, we walked over to the chair and sat down. I inclined my arse, so I wouldn’t press on the dildo. I couldn’t afford to make strange noises in front of the director. Not when I was still kept in the dark about the call.