Chapter 5: Time for your punishment.

(Elian's POV) 

Class rounded up, and the clouds cleared up, admitting bright rays of sun. I followed Lucius out of the auditorium. 

He flinched as we stepped into the sunlight, his lips thinning as a frown settled between his brows. It evened out into a neutral expression when his eyes fell on me. 

“Thanks for this.” I said shyly, handing him the hair tie. “You’re a life saver. Your girlfriend must be glad to have someone who thinks about her comfort.”

Lucius slipped the hair tie on his wrist. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Y-you don’t? I thought you liked girls.”

“I don’t. I carry this because the person I’m interested in has long hair and always forgets to carry a hair tie.”

“Oh.” My heart sank. “R-right.”

Why was I surprised that Lucius liked someone else? Of course he did.

Feeling stupid for even hoping, I looked away. I felt the warm rays of the sun hit my face, and I tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. 

“I should uh, probably get going.”

Lucius was looking at me oddly. The pinched expression from a few seconds ago was back. I blinked, and as swiftly as the expression had appeared, it vanished. 

“Thanks for the milk.” Lucius replied. “For future reference, I prefer vanilla flavored milk instead.”

A cheek-splitting grin appeared on my face. “I’ll make sure to remember next time.”

 ***

Jasper wanted me to meet him at a hotel at night. 

The address and room number was attached with a very eloquent order. 

Jasper: Be there, slut. No one will hear your dirty screams there when I fuck your ass raw. 

He had sent the message hours ago, before class ended. Each time I stared at the text, I felt my anxiety rise. 

Me: I’ll be there. 

There was no way I was going. Look at how he’d treated me last night under his father’s roof. What would he do in a place that had no supervision? 

My stomach knotted as I logged into my Lantern account. After last night, I hadn’t had the courage to log in, till now. 

As expected, my dm's were flooded with my viewers asking me about the event last night. I ignored the horny bullshit, going straight for the questions from my more regular viewers. 

My eyes prickled as I read the texts. They were congratulating me. The majority of them had assumed Jasper was my master, just like I had guessed they would.

My eyes widened when I saw a dm from Obsidian_Devil. He had never reached out to me first.

My palms were a little sweaty as I opened the message. It was short and simple. 

Obsidian_Devil: Are you okay? That man had been too rough on you. 

My eyes watered, and I dashed away the tears. Of course he had noticed what others hadn’t.

Me: I’m fine, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it soon. 

I logged out, wiping away more tears. It was alright. I would handle this soon. 

Tonight. 

Caleb would be coming home from work soon. I let him know exactly what his son was doing to me. 

My stepfather cared more about his reputation than anything. As a wealthy tycoon, the last thing he would want on the headlines would be 'Billionaire’s son blackmails and rapes stepbrother'.Caleb would be very eager to sweep this all under the rug. He would put a stop to Jasper’s threats. 

I just had to get to him before his son did. 

It favored me that Caleb had a soft spot for my mother. I was the spit of her, down to the finest details. If I looked vulnerable enough, looked scared enough, Caleb would swallow my words hook, line and sinker. 

My phone buzzed. It was from Jasper. 

Jasper: Where the hell are you? 

I bit my lip. Caleb needed to come home fast. 

Me: Getting a ride share now. 

Half an hour passed with me chewing my lip while trying and failing not to panic. Caleb was past his usual time for returning from work.

Where was he? I couldn’t keep stalling Jasper. He wasn’t dumb, he’d figure out I had something planned. 

Mentally, I prayed to whoever would listen for Caleb to return soon. 

My phone buzzed again, in rapid succession. 

Jasper: Where are you slut? Get your ass over here now. 

Jasper: It’s cute how you think you have a choice. If I come find you myself you’ll regret it. 

I shuddered, repulsed. I sent a message with shaky hands, even as my eyes clouded over. 

Me: I’ll be there soon. Just stepped out of a sex shop with some toys. 

I kept glancing at the front door, my lips stinging from how hard I was chewing it. 

Where the fuck was Caleb? 

As if in cue, the sound of his car driving into the garage reached my ears. Relief washed over me and I hurried upstairs to get ready. 

In my room, I hurriedly mussed up my hair in front of my mirror, tugged the collar of my shirt open to reveal the fading bite marks Jasper had left on me last night and liberally applied the eye drops I had prepared to make it look like I had been crying. 

I had to admit, I looked pretty convincing. My eyes looked red rimmed and glassy, my lips wobbled and I was scared enough that I didn’t need to fake it. 

It wasn’t enough for Caleb to see me like this too. He needed to hear it for himself, so that there would be no doubt of the danger I was in. 

I needed my stepfather to buy this act, or else I would be fucked. Literally and figuratively. 

I pulled open my bedroom door to a crack, pausing at the threshold to call Jasper. The phone rang for a moment before he picked up. 

There was silence on the line, but I didn’t notice it. I was more invested in the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. 

My heart was beating so fast it was a miracle it hadn’t escaped my chest. 

It was now or never. 

“P-please, Jasper. I can’t come — stop forcing me! We’re stepbrothers, y-you shouldn’t be trying to have sex with me.” I sobbed. “What would your dad think if he found out about last night?”

My voice rose shakily at the end. I fully expected Caleb to rush up the stairs and demand answers about the hell I was talking about, but he didn’t show.

No, instead silence stretched tight in the house, and on the phone. The line was so quiet at first I thought it had gone dead. 

Anxiety rose as I took it off my ear to check if the call was still on. 

It was. 

“H-hello?” I mumbled as panic crept inside of me. There was no reply. 

I was about to disconnect the call, freaked out of my mind. Why wasn’t Jasper saying anything—

My eyes widened into saucers as the door abruptly was pushed open, making me stumble back a few steps. In front of the door wasn’t my stepfather.

It was Jasper. 

My blood ran cold.

He held his phone in his hand, a shit eating grin on his lips. He laughed, and the sound echoed on both ends of the call in a distorted pitch. 

Still looking at me, he disconnected the call and pocketed his phone. Jasper looked me up and down as my frame shook with fright. 

Caleb hadn’t been home. I had planned this to expose Jasper but he had been several steps ahead of me. 

He had heard everything I said. 

Oh fuck.

“I guessed right.” Jasper chuckled again. “Poor little idiot. You didn’t know? I sent dad and his wife out on an all expenses paid vacation. They won’t be back for a week.”

Horror made me blanch. “What? A w-week?”

“Mmhn. I wanted to spend some quality time with my neglected little brother. Dad agrees. For the next week, we’ll be all alone, just the two of us.”

Sweat beaded at my brows. My throat felt dry, drier than it had ever been in my life. 

“Just. The. Two. Of. Us.” With each word he said, he took a step closer. 

I stumbled back till the back of my legs hit the bed. The satisfaction in Jasper’s eyes made my skin crawl. 

“We’re going to have so much fun together.” Jasper drawled lazily, his eyes dark with lust and predatory intent.

Jasper reached to his side, unclipping something from his waist. I had been too terrified to notice it earlier. I paled even further when I saw what it was. 

It was a leather whip.

He stretched it out with an ease that made my blood run cold. Casually, he cracked it over his palm, making me jump. 

“The game you've been playing all night is over, Elian. You lost. Do you know what happens to bad boys who lose silly games like the one you started?”

I shook my head, sweat beading on my skin. “N-no.”

“They get punished.” Jasper smirked, his eyes full of sadistic glee. “Time for your punishment, little brother.”

My throat tightened with panic. There was no way I could run from him. With our parents gone, there would be no one to save me from him. 

I was completely fucked.