Jayvion
Letting Aurelia see my pain was a violation of my own tules. She would be punished for it. I took steady steps towards her while she stood rooted there. My hand went to the back of her head, fisting her curls in my palm, not to hurt but to immobilize her. I watched her toes curl against the floor.
I pulled her hair, forcing her to walk backwards as I kept my gaze locked on hers. Her body hit the wall down the hallway and I caged her, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"What" I whispered, my voice a blade of cold sound against her ear, "did I say about eavesdropping, Aurelia?"
She fiddled her fingers, unable to utter a word.
"You saw something you're not supposed to see. You saw the door when it was not bolted. Now you will be punished" I said harshly, fisting her hair further tightly. She gasped.
"N--no...I'm... Sorr--"
"Don't." I cut her off, the word a lash.
"Curiosity kills" I watched her squirm, a satisfying sight. Good.
"Now you listen to the kind of mind you just peeked into" my voice dropped a degree colder.
I narrated it all. The hunt for Felix. The way I approached him in the warehouse. The specific mechanics of the torture. The exact pitch of his scream. I let her writer's mind paint the vivid picture in her brain and I watched her face growing pale. I took my time, letting her digest it word for word. This isn't depriving her of pleasure or spanking. This is psychological punishment. She's a writer, I know how deeply that affects her mind. I told her about the exact colour of crimson that stained my white shirt, the way I plunged the dagger into his eyes, his screams and his silence afterwards. When i finished, her eyes were glazed with tears and she stared up at me in horror as if I was a creature from outside the universe.
"This is the mind you were so curious to see. This is the villain. And still...you refused to run"
My hand fell from her hair. My eyes were blank, cold amber. And I walked away, leaving her alone with the monster I just painted in her mind.
Aurelia
Jayvion is a psychopath-- a storm in suit. Yet I didn't run away when the thunder rolled in. I couldn't shake the vivid images of how he tortured Felix off my head. There were etched behind my eyes and left playing in my brain. This is literally the most brutal form of punishment I've heard about. Not the kind I write in books. This is darker, deeper, rawer, and more disturbing. I am disturbed. I couldn't shake the thought off my mind even when Jayvion was long gone. I didn't know where he went and I couldn't stop him when he left. I was not sure how to react when he comes back.
Trevor was there. I didn't know when he arrived but there he was. He gave me a perceptible nod and stepped back. I nodded back and left to my room. I needed to clear off my mind. To think. To do that, I need something that would take my mind off this disturbing piece of information.
The moment my door shut, I switched to full writer mood. It was my sanctuary, my escape. Letting it out through the pages helps a lot. This is what I do when I was in pain, hurt, disturbed, happy or sad. Writing is therapy. I understand now. Jayvion had told me to test me. To punish my mind. To see if my fantasy could survive the reality. But right now, it helped clear off the writer's block I'd been having. The moment I picked up my pen to write the pending two chapters, ideas flowed in my brain.
I'd been done writing the two chapters at a time and was basking in the aftermath of my project when I heard a voice coming from the living room. It sounded like Freya. Oh no, not Freya and Trevor again. I dashed out of my room to the living room and here they are...
"Don't you get tired? At least smile. Or your face will permanently stay like it was carved from stone" Freya snapped, glaring up at the statue whose name is Trevor. His brow was furrowed and he looked like he'd been irritated by her arrival. He doesn't reply.
"Would your scary boss kill you for that? Don't you have a life?" Freya was persistent and I wonder why she wants him to smile even though she hates to tolerate him.
"My life is none of your business" this is the first ever reply Trevor gave her and it didn't sound friendly. At all.
"It is because you are my best friend's bodyguard which is why I'm painstakingly attached to you" she rubbed her temples as if tired of him. I was about to step in and dissolve the tension that was building up but Trevor's next reply made me curious about the drama that was going to unfold.
"You sound more excited than irritated"