(Trigger Warning)

Aurora's Point Of View

"What do you think, Princess? Should I pull over and we go at it in the backseat?" Arlan prodded in amusement as he drove us home.

The sky was a velvet black that left little to see, which I was glad for. If I caught a glimpse of his face I might kill him. My eyes stung with acidic tears as my whole body vibrated with anger. He grumbled a low laugh.

"Guess someone doesn't have a sense of humor. But what do we say, Aurora?"

In no mood for his antics, I ignored him.

"We say 'thank you'," He clarified in a belittling tone.

His hand went to reach for my thigh and I jerked away, looking at him in bewilderment.

"Thank you?" I breathlessly repeated in disgust and disbelief.

"Yes, thank you, bratty girl. I drove you all the way here to see that child and you should thank me properly like a good girlfriend."

"I'm not your girlfriend, and I'm not thanking you for shit!" I muttered bitterly, defiantly staring at him.

"Need I remind you, Aurora, that you already have a spanking from earlier for your rude comments? Are you just plain masochistic?"

"Why am I thanking you? You only do nice things for me to hold them over my head. Like my college tuition. Or even just the fact that I live with you. Which wasn't a nice thing, it was a horrible thing. You tell me all the time that you've 'saved me'," I suddenly blurt out, full of anguish. "That I'm in a better situation I wouldn't otherwise be in. Well, newsflash, I'm in a fucking worse situation I wouldn't otherwise be in if you didn't k-kidnap m-me!" I stammer the last words in a screech, the tears finally breaking free and warmly glossing over my cheeks. "You ruined me being adopted!" I sobbed, feeling my heart clench with a heavy weight of pain. "HOW. COULD. YOU, ARLAN?"

It was the kind of hysterical sobbing that had unfiltered mourning and grief in its sound, it was ugly. It was the kind I hadn't let out in a while. My breath stuttered as I tried to catch it and inhale. The darkness around me blurred as the tears rapidly dropped from my waterline.

"YOU RUINED IT! For what reason Arlan??" I screamed through tears.

He was silent, simply gripping the wheel.

"ANSWER ME, COWARD, FOR WHAT REASON?" I screamed desperately, raging with anger and sadness and hurt. I choked out a sob. Why wouldn't he answer me? I deserved to know! He was always so snarky, now he was holding his tongue?

"For what reason other than the fact you are s-selfish, cruel and heartless? You say you love me. You say you want the best for me," I shook my head slowly. "But you don't mean that. Every time I get an opportunity for something good, you feel threatened. It threatens you, and you take it away. Me in school, me having friends, me doing anything that isn't just existing for your own selfish benefit.

Don't call me your girlfriend. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm nothing more than a painting to you that would be on your wall. Something nice to look at. Something that doesn't make you feel lonely. Something that makes you feel whole. That's why you keep me around. Well, you could keep me around for fucking ever but you won't ever truly have me. Not my mind, not my thoughts, not my heart or my love or my trust. You think we're so one and the same. Outsiders. Rejected from the world so we might as well have each other right? Well, I don't. want. you!" I bite out, shakily inhaling and sniffing my tears up loudly.

I stared at him as he did nothing to react, continuing my sobs that racked tremors throughout my body. He was driving as if my breakdown had been a mere breeze that passed him by and remained unphased.

"Are you done with the antics now, Aurora? This isn't theatre school."

I scoffed and vigorously shook my head in shock.

"You don't fucking get it, do you?" I breathlessly inquired, sniffling. "You really don't have a heart."

"When we get home,"-

"What, you'll spank me? You hide behind violence, thinking it makes you a man. That's not what makes a man. Depriving one's autonomy, using fear as a control tactic, isolating one towards means of dependency does not make you a man. Did your daddy teach you that?"

For a fleeting moment his right hand slightly flinched on the wheel and I caught it. I had made him squirm with the last sentence. Yet, he was still quiet.

The air had become cold as night time dawned further and further upon us. My bare legs and lips were shaking and I felt uneasy in the quietness. Arlan's figure was but a shadow in the darkness and all that was visible was the slight gleam of his gold rings on the steering wheel. I looked away and sighed just beneath a breath, resting my chin on the cold window. While it was somewhat relieving to let everything off my chest, it just made me feel worse that none of this seemed to have any effect. He was a stone-wall. Emotionless. Not affected by my hurt and pain whatsoever.

"Maybe you're right Aurora," I flinched at the chilling sound of his calm tone.

Returning my gaze to him, I couldn't quite understand. He looked to me briefly before back on the road. Was he finally understanding?

"You're just a painting."

My skin felt icy as it crawled with goosebumps. What was just a metaphor now sounded so dehumanizing as he actualized it.

"Just something I like to look at. I saw you in Chemistry, liked how you looked, and took you. Just like that. And you fell for it. Like the dumb, friendless whore you were," He bit out and I felt my mouth hit my jaw in shock at the vulgar words he spewed. My stomach sank with dread and hurt as fresh tears welled, blurring my view.

"You let yourself fall onto this trap and then fall onto my dick. But you like it, huh? You like it a lot, hm?" He teased and my stomach felt more and more sick.

"Well, like or not, I get to paint you however the fuck I want. You want to be pinned up against a wall like art, baby? Maybe I'll do just that and leave you there. I'll visit you just when I want a fuck," He snickered, rubbing his stubble with his free hand. "You're not good for many things, Aurora. But you're good for that."

"Why are you laughing?" I whimpered, curling against the seat as my bravery fell down the drain. "Can't you see how fucked up this is? I-I want to call the police, please."

He laughed under his nose, flicking up the turning signal and spinning the wheel to turn.

"Cops are no better than me, sweetheart. And you don't even have a phone."

I went to open my mouth when he jammed his thumb on the radio button, some rap song blaring and I flinched, whimpering. I lost my chance to even respond now with the loud, profanity-filled music playing. At this point my only option to keep myself sane for the next four hours would be to close my eyes and try to sleep, pretending he wasn't there. I pictured Dacie, my stuffed lamb, Hadley, just anything but this and curled against the seat...

Arlan's Point Of View

When I had heard the Blake's discussing adoption from their kitchen, my entire body had gone into full-fear mode. I knew I had to sabotage it, I couldn't lose my angel Aurora. But I wasn't sure how. Luckily, it was just the right amount of subtle manipulation that got Aurora back with me.

Per usual, she wasn't even the least bit thankful I had done something nice such as drive her up here. Here I was, thinking she was different than Amethyst's privileged, ungrateful ass. Aurora was even worse than my stupid, bleach blonde air headed ex girlfriend. At least Amethyst was up front about her attitude. Aurora pretended to be sweet, but was rotten on the inside when you got to know her. It was making my anger for her grow stronger. I didn't want to treat her like a fragile angel anymore. I didn't want to protect her. I just wanted to hurt her more and more. Break her until she has submitted fully.

When I glance over at a stop light about an hour later, I see she's curled up against the window sleeping. So vulnerable to my gaze. My eyes drop to her chest rhythmically rising up and down, and my hands crave to squeeze them, but I resist. I don't want to give her pleasure after everything she'd said. Especially about my father. I had tried in that moment not to cry out of sheer frustration and hurt. I turned that hurt into anger and rage.

My eyes shamelessly fall to the round, fullness of her ass restrained against the dress. For a small thing, she had a lot more ass than you'd expect under her little jeans. She tried to hide it, play innocent. But Aurora had curves and dips and thickness. The dress hugged every curve and traced the figure of her body. It took everything not to peel the dress up and look at her ass cupped in those little white panties she had on. My heart rate tripled in speed and I turn up the music and look away, flooring it at the green light and trying to not get too turned on. My hormones would get in the way of my anger and I couldn't let that happen. God damn thing was distracting. A vixen disguised as an innocent angel. She was far from an angel.

After a handful of cigarettes and hours, I pull securely into the driveway of my mansion, relieved to be out of snobby ass Bel Air. And to be fully honest, I was right. Bel Air snobs are fucking stupid. I mean, did the Blake's really think I cleaned up their priceless, porcelain dishes from France or Tokyo or wherever the fuck they've vacationed? No, I wasn't cleaning their dishes after dinner.

I was stealing from them.

A couple pieces of jewerly was enough to make up the two million dollars Obsidian Wrath had lost. Now with our money back, I was a little more relieved, but still on the lookout for who was targeting us. Thanks, Alice- diamonds really are a mafia man's best friend.

When I shut my car door, I exhaled a deep breath and came around to the passenger side. Opening it loudly, I came forward and gripped Aurora deliberately hard which made her eyes pop open like a stupid cartoon.

"Stop," She whimpered and squirmed but I exterminated her feeble plea with a glance of my icy eyes.

I recklessly threw her over my shoulder which made her cry out. With her ass this close to my face, I struck a blow expecting a reaction. Nothing. I struck it harder and she whimpered, clearly holding in tears.

After climbing up the stairs, I opened up my room door and threw her on the bed. She cried out as she fell into an awkward landing on her back, possibly dislocating something, but who was I to care. I climbed and hovered over her and fisted her hair up.

"Stay here, okay?" I demanded gruffly. Only earning a whimper. "Stay here, do you hear me?" Say yes Sir," I grab her chin and vigorously make her nod as her tears hit my rings on my fingers. "Say yes Sir, I hear you."

"Yes, s-sir, I-I h-hear you, I'll stay here," She whispered and gulped.

I grabbed her arms and made them lean forward and grip the bed as she gasped.

"Stay like this. Don't move a finger. When I come back, you better not have moved a finger."

Hyperventilating, she nodded feebly.

I eye her cautiously, and then quickly make my way downstairs to text Nate to gather materials for me. Only, I see him in the kitchen eating cereal.

"Nate, perfect," I greet as his eyes glare up at me less than enthused. "Grab chains for me and put them downstairs."

His eyes fall back to the bowl of lucky charms and he ignores my request, eating.

"Nathaniel, I asked you to bring the chains."

"Yeah I know."

"And?"

"And I'm not your puppet so I'm not doing it," he muttered, eating his cereal not looking up

I paused, scofing out a laugh.

"I'm sorry, did I stutter in my command?" I come forward and drop my face, sheer frustration taking over as I seethe, "I'm your boss. Put the fucking chains downstairs, Nathaniel."

"It's Nate, stop fucking belittling me by not calling me my name!" Nate glared up at me and defiantly shouted, shocking the hell out of me. "And no, Aurora's my friend so I'm not doing anything to cause her more pain."

I thrust the cereal bowl to the floor as glass clattered and raised him by his collar, pulling his pathetic ass self to me.

"You think you can fucking have friends around here? We're mafia men and now you're fucking soft because of MY girlfriend? Huh?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Nate roared, shaking himself off and pacing away.

I scoffed in disgust, shaking my head.

"Dominic should've replaced you,"-

"A LONG TIME AGO?" Nate shouted, punching the wall and turning to me furiously. "Yeah you say that every fucking day, I fucking get it."

"Well it's not wrong, he's much more of a man than you are! What have you turned into?"

Nates eyes burned with acidic fury. "You wanna say that shit again?" He questions.

"You're not a fucking man, you're a bitch ass pussy," I snarled, shoving Nate at the shoulders where stumbled and fell to the floor, catching himself on his palms. I towered over him, domineering over him on the floor.

"You think I thought you were something special because you're Jake's brother?" I sneer.

Nate's mournful eyes held a newfound bitterness. I knew I had crossed a line I had never crossed before and I can see it on his face.

"You're nothing like your brother and you're only here because of him. I made you my right hand man cause I pitied you after your brother died. And now he's rolling in his grave looking at what a soft fucking pussy his "mafia" little brother turned out to me," I air-quoted.

"I never fucking wanted to be here!" Nate sneered, sturdying himself up to stand. "I was forced into this by Jake! And I was never really your right hand man, Arlan. You just wanted a little bitch," he poked at my chest hard. "Nate, tattoo me. Nate, do all this research while I go fuck someone. Nate, help me stake an operation to kidnap a random, innocent girl that should've never be introduced to this ugly mafia in the first place," He poked my chest harder and harder with every sentence. "You dehumanize people and pretend that makes you a leader. You think Jake's rolling around disappointed in me? Take a fucking look at yourself!"

My face twitched with anger as I blindly drove my fist to Nate's jaw, Nate fumbling backwards to the floor again. Breathing heavily, my vision came back into focus as I watched Nate clutch his jaw. He gave me a look of disgust, spatting a few droplets of blood to the floor as he clutched his jaw.

"You only got worse since Jake died," Nate shakily spoke. " You and I were actually friends. I felt like you had respect for me, sympathy for me that I was forced into this because Jake took me and threw me into this when I was thirteen. Now you treat me like a fucking dog. I'm done Arlan," He brokenly said as he nursed his jaw.

I hesitated.

"What?"

Nate shook his head, rubbing his jaw.

"I'm leaving the mafia."

Panic started to set into me.

"Nate, please, we just had a little disagreement,"-

"I'm a human being Arlan. Not just something to keep around because it's all you have left of Jake."

My face twitched again as my eyes slightly welled up. I guess I had never realized it...but it was true. Nate was how I kept Jake's existence still around. How I still felt protected. I felt like someone was proud of me because someone of his blood was still around.

"Nate," I said shakily.

"I'm going Arlan. I'm making a better life for myself. The moment you mentioned my brother's name was the last straw," Nate shook his head, hurt and pain that had been built up for eight years evident in his eyes. "I'm done."

"And how are you gonna support yourself, huh? Your father is in jail. Your mom and brother are dead. You're 21, who's gonna adopt you? And what about little angel Aurora, huh? You're just going to leave her?" I questioned, daring Nate. When I start to panic, I start to manipulate.

Nate shut his eyes and sighed loudly through his nose, knowing I had a point.

"I'll figure it out. I'm leaving and I'll go say goodbye, where is she?" He said softly, rubbing at his eyes.

I knew the moment Nate saw Aurora in a vulnerable position, there's no way he'd leave.

"In my room," I answered curtly.

Nate rubbed his sore jaw slowly and nodded, making his way towards the staircase. I hesitated but closely followed behind. He probably figured Aurora would be sleeping and would feel bad to wake her with bad news. Only, the little thing was wide awake and waiting for me. I trail close behind, crossing my arms.

When Nate slowly pushes open the door and walks in, he stops in his tracks and I hide behind the door so as not to be seen.

"Aurora..." He trails off seeing her in a submissive position.

She gasps, thinking it's me but relaxes when she sees him.

"Oh...Nate," Aurora said shakily, a bit relieved. "It's you..what are you doing here?"

"What's going on?" Nate immediately asked in concern, reaching for her hands when Aurora yelped.

"Stop, don't. You shouldn't even be in here," Aurora whimpered, her arms still leaned over.

"Listen, Aurora..." Nate sighed. "I have to tell you something."

Her tired, scared blueberry eyes lifted from the ground to meet his and Nate bit his lower lip. It was quiet. I waited, and waited, and waited...until...

"I have to tell you...I hope you had a great ThanksGiving," He finally says.

I smirk knowingly. Jackpot. I knew he wouldn't actually leave if he saw her.

"Oh...thanks," She says, face still red with embarrassment at her vulnerable position. "You too."

Nate nods slowly and rubs his hands, making his way out with his head down. When he sees me he looks up and shoots me a glare, walking past me. I grab his arm to stop him.

"You know realistically you can't support yourself on your own, anyway," I mutter.

He shakes himself from my grip and walks down the hall to his room. I make my way into the bedroom and shut the door which sends Aurora shaking.

But instead of even touching her, I slide off my shoes and start unbuttoning my shirt. Once I'm reduced to my boxers, I slide into bed and pull the covers over me.

"Well, are you going to sleep like that all night?" I grumble, turning the lamp off and encasing us in darkness.

She didn't reply, confused as all hell.

"I'm not punishing you," I explain. Between talks of my father and Jake in one night, I was mentally to exhausted to put myself in that sadistic place. But it would come later. It was all building up to come later, when she wouldn't expect it. "Just come to bed."

"I don't want to have sex."

"I said go to bed, are you deaf? I didn't say open your pussy. Jesus, you're always thinking about my dick, aren't you?" I sit up, aggravated, slapping her ass as she tumbles forward. Why won't she ever just shut up and listen to me?

As Aurora sturdies up starts crawling towards her side of the bed, I yell "You know, what, Nate!" and Aurora freezes, looking confused.

After a few moments, the door softly opens and Nate stands there solemnly. If I'm too exhausted to punish her, I'll just find the person who will. And it'll be even worse for her coming from him.

"Grab one of my belts from the drawer," I instruct as I hear Aurora's breathing pick up and feel the sheets tighten as she grips them. I push Aurora by the shoulder as she falls over, hair in front of her face, and tap her ass. "Bend over, now," I growl.