JACE
His last words knocked the air out of me.
For a moment, I just stared at him, certain I’d heard him wrong. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he said unfazed like he hadn’t just said something completely insane. “Don’t pretend otherwise. Waste more time, and the punishment will get worse.” His tone was serious, leaving no room for argument whatsoever as he stood there, watching and waiting like a god damn hawk.
My heart picked up and I couldn’t stop the uneasy feeling swirling in the pit of my stomach. Still, I proceeded to do what he said.
My fingers trembled as they found the edges of my jersey and pulled them off. The air felt colder against my skin as I stood in place, like one awaiting sentence for something he knew absolutely nothing about.
What sort of punishment starts like
