Our Little Devil Girl

"*28: Bonding*"

Isabella's POV

"Am I in trouble?" I asked as Ashton ever so "gently" threw me into the car.

"You'll find out when we get back"

"But at least it's not gonna be too serious" I muttered

Right?

Maybe.

~~~~~

We made it home and everywhere was dead silent.

"What happened?"

"Just go upstairs, go to his office"

I walk to Luciano's office and knock.

"Come in" he said coldly.

I walk in and everything is a mess. The table close to the bug glass window is smashed to bits.

A pretty fountain pen, broken, ink spewing all over the place.

"Sit" he motion for the chair opposite him.

I sat and shrunk into the chair.

He's really scary right now.

But don't worry, he won't hurt me.

"Isabella, I don't know what to do anymore"

That sunk my heart.

He's going to abandon you on the streets. Haha

" I just don't know. Infact, I tired"

"It's not like-"

"Why are you still trying to justify your fucked up actions?!" He yells and I flinch into the chair.

"Why?! Can't you just be normal for once, sit down open a book, learn to cook, swim, for God sake swim!"

"I am normal, you just don't understand me"

"I guess I never will"

I just slump into the chair.

"About your punishment, 50 whips, get ready and come downstairs, I'm the one doing it"

Suddenly tears spring out of my eyes.

I sniffle them away, and walk out.

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I come downstairs and see everyone gathered there.

I robotically walk and stand for some time, until Luciano tells me to follow him.

I walk into a dark corridor going down, like going to hell.

I gulp and continue walking down the stairs.

We reach a door, Luciano opened it and pushed me inside.

"Tie her up" he orders, two bulky men come and tied me up pretty tightly.

"You need to learn how be mannered" Luciano said, holding the whip with his right hand.

Whip

I suck in a huge breathe. That hurt like a bitch!

Whip

Whip

Two times in one row, I wasn't ready fo that. I let out a shrill scream and try to move my hands but to no avail.

Whip

Whip

Whip

Whip