"Why are we punishing you? Why don't you ask yourself that, mate? After all, it was you who was trying to piss us off. Isn't this what you yearn for?"
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I bit my lips in frustration. How did they find out? Since when?
"Why are you silent now, babygirl?" Alarik mocked me. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment.
"Yes, this is what I wanted. Happy now?" I turned around and glared at Alarik. Ezra immediately forced me back into the position.
I was once again facing the wall with my hands against it.
"I remember saying you can't move your hands until you're told otherwise," Ezra commented.
"I'm sorry," I said. Though I was far from apologetic. It would have been better if I hadn't apologized.
“What are you sorry for, babygirl?” He asked as he traced his hand down my spine. my skin tin
