Punishment

A soft moan sounded. The sky was still dark when I tried to wake up from my inadequate sleep. The pain was felt along my stomach, waist, and back, but I jerked it away by sitting up.

A tired-looking face, like a canvas painted with pale colors. Slightly messy hair with a touch of puffiness on the lips. That was my state reflected in the mirror not far from me.

My eyes still felt heavy, fighting against gravity that wanted to pull me into dreamland. With slow movements, I tried to put the arm of the burly hand wrapped around my stomach to move. But the owner of the arm woke up.

"It's still night, do you need anything?" asked Zephyr in his husky voice. He immediately sat up. He was the most sensitive to movement during sleep compared to Zaire and Zacharias.

"I need to pee," I said very quietly. I doubted he could hear it.

Zephyr rose to his feet. He spread his arms in front of me. I quickly got into his arms. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms were around his neck. He sta