YRENE'S POV
I swallowed as my eyes flitted back and forth, between the door, Reece and Kaden. I moistened my dry lips and held up my hands, trying to find a way to escape them or have them stay somewhere hidden.
Of course, that was too much to hope for but I still tried.
"How about I do whatever punishment you want me to do at home? I'll carry your bags, do you assignments, clean your rooms and even massage your toes and fingers. I'm… I'm very good at it…" I started, but Reece cut me short with his hand in the air.
"Massage? I mean… wouldn't our toes be too small in her hands?" He asked, turning to Kaden who laughed.
"We'd search for them in her palms." He replied, looking at his own palms.
"I mean, how can you massage something that's too small? Your hands are too big to massage any
