Chapter 21 Grayson Mercer
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Grayson Mercer
Punishments
Wrapping my arms around Rowyn’s waist, I lean her against me so she doesn’t fall, then whisper into her ear. “Shhh, it’s okay. Don’t let them see you defeated. Never show weakness, Little Pet.” And her head whips around with confusion written all over her face.
“W-what?” she questions, and I place a finger over her lips as everyone watches intently, waiting for my next move. Laughter still echoes in the clearing, but I keep her focused on me.
“Stay with me, Rowyn. What are you thinking?” I ask, and she swallows as tears shine over her hazel eyes.
“Why? Why do you all hate me so much?” she hiccups, and I shake my head.
“Oh Chunkers. It’s nothing personal but you’ve been a bad girl.” I tell her, she gasps and tries to push me off her, but I tighten my grip. “I know who did this, do you want to make them pay?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“No, I want to leave. Let me go, Grayson. Just let me leave.” she begs, causing my dick to harden in my pants.
“Request denied. This person hurt you. They sent a video to everyone to humiliate you. How does that make you feel?”
“Mad, confused, enraged,” she growls.
“Good. Now… do you want to make them pay?” I ask again, and she nods.
“But how? Kade is your best friend,” she states, and I smile down at her.
“He’s not the one who did it,” I say and turn her to face the crowd. Kade walks over, but I put my hand up.
“Shut up!” I yell.
“B—”
“No!” I growl and point at the girl standing behind him. It’s the same girl who returned his phone to the dean's office the other day. I knew she was up to no good.
“Her! She’s the one who sent it,” I snarl in her ear, then run my nose down the column of her neck. She smells divine. Her anger protrudes like the wind on a hot summer's day at the beach.
“How do you know it was her?” she asks, and I chuckle.
“It doesn’t matter,” I answer, then look at Kade, who has his brow raised.
He turns, and the girl tries to run, telling all of us just by that movement that I am 100% correct in my accusations.
Kade doesn’t let her go far. He grabs her arm, whips her around, and shoves her towards us.
She stumbles and falls at Rowyn's feet. “Tell her to stand,” I whisper.
“Get up!” Rowyn commands, and I smile when the girl does exactly what she is told.
“I-I-” she stutters.
“Tell her to strip her clothes in front of everyone,” I whisper to Rowyn, but she hesitates. “You’re strong. You’re in control. DO it,” I order, but she shakes her head. “Humiliate her just like she did to you. It’s only fair,” I encourage, and she takes a deep breath.
“I’m not sure why you did this, but I want you to feel the same pain I feel, so strip,” she demands, and the girl gasps.
“Now!” I growl, leaning my chin on top of Rowyn's head. Elliot comes to stand next to me and passes me a prerolled. I take it and inhale while watching the girl take off her clothes. She’s nothing to look at.
Too fucking skinny for my liking. No tits.
She’s built like a boy. It’s pretty gross.
I take another hit, then pass it to Kade, and when he tries to blow smoke into Rowyn's mouth, she shoves him away.
“Get the fuck away from me,” she spits, and I laugh. His eyes shoot up to me and narrow, but I shrug because I don’t care what he thinks.
“Come on, faster. We don’t have all day,” I snap, and the girl jumps as she takes off her shoes and pants.
She straightens, staring daggers at Rowyn.
The crowd laughs, and the girl wraps her arms around herself, shivering as the wind picks up around us.
“Now, walk back to the school,” I command, and her eyes widen.
“W-what? No. That’s too far away,” she stutters, making me laugh.
“Too bad. He told you to walk, you fucking walk,” Rowyn spits, and my eyes widen in shock. Oh shit. Where the hell did that come from?
“Such a good girl, Chunkers,” I praise, and the girl turns and begins her walk back to the school, completely naked, in the snow. Oh well.
We watch her walk, and the crowd laughs until she is out of sight. Then Rowyn spins in my hold and shoves me away. This time I let her.
“Now, say thank you,” I tell her, and she snarls.
“Fuck you. Fuck all of you!” she shouts, but I step into her space.
“Say thank you, Rowyn. I didn’t need to be so kind,” I grit.
“Thank you,” she whispers, then turns to leave, but I grab her by the back of the neck, digging my fingers into her skin, making her wince.
“Say it louder for everyone to hear. Don’t be disrespectful,” I snarl, and she freezes.
“Thank you. Now can I go?” she asks, and I dig my fingers deeper into her flesh, causing her to cry out.
“No. Not until you ask the right way,” I spit, and she spins, looking me dead in my eyes.
“Can I please leave, Grayson?” she asks, taking a deep breath.
“Get on your knees and beg, Little Pet,” I order, and she drops to the ground, then looks up at me.
“Grayson Mercer. May I please leave?” She smiles, and I nod, putting my hand out to help her up.
She takes it with grace and stands. I pull her towards me, licking my lips as I cup her cold, rosy cheeks.
She bites her bottom lip, and as I lean in to taste her, she spits in my face.
“Fuck you!” she screams, then runs away like a scared little mouse, knowing that if she stayed a second longer, I’d have her licking the spit off my face.
Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I wipe the liquid pouring down my lips and chin, then suck the spit off of them. My eyes never leave the back of her head until she disappears into the woods. She can only run and hide for so long.
“I can’t believe she just did that?” Elliot states, adjusting his dick. What is with these two and this girl? I shrug, paying no mind to him, but my eyes shoot to Kade who is already looking at me.
“You couldn’t help yourself, huh? Had to stick your dick in the fat chick,” I spit, and he rolls his eyes.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Elliot states, and I look between the two of them; they’re hiding something. I don’t know what, but they'd better start fucking talking. I’m so sick of all the secrets.
“What is that supposed to mean? You fucked her, Kade?” I accuse, but he shakes his head.
“Yeah, Kade, why don’t you tell him!” Elliot spits.
“Tell me what?” I ask, but this is not the time nor the place for us to be arguing, especially not in front of the peasants.
So I hold my hand up and shake my head. “Later, not here,” I growl as everyone disperses, doing their own thing.
I’m over the day, so I head out of the clearing and up the hill back towards the school.
I've been up for the past few days, and now I need a fucking nap.