Okay, since it's just to kneel, nothing bad will happen, right? Right. I went on my knees, dragging my dress down.
'This is humiliating,' I cried. 'I don't like kneeling.'
'You haven't started yet, bebè, now come closer.'
'I should do what?' He used his finger to gesture for me to come closer.
'Come closer,' I rolled my eyes and crawled closer but stopped at a safe distant. 'Not close enough.'
'Why do this? Why not punish me?'
'At first I wanted to, but then I thought why do that when the best way to break a woman's confident is through sexual harassment.' He said with a shrug.
'So let me get this straigh
Cookie's standpoint I sighed as I rubbed my eyes, it pricked with an uncertain pa… Ah! Tears! I cried myself to sleep last night because I felt like shit, a completely worthless piece of shit. I would have slept good a little, but along the way, I had a nightmare about Ted killing mom and Carolyn and selling off Ursula. Then the dream changed, and his dick was chasing me until I fell into a pool of his sperm. That is the worst way to dream! 'I hate my life,' I sighed, sitting up to get off the bed. I threw the blanket away and stood on my feet… My morning stretches are very important. I did some few stretches before deciding to take a run or meditate, so I dressed
Some people just don't know how to respect themselves. 'What's your name, bitch?' I rolled my eyes to Ted and gave him a “he's daring me” look. 'Perry, let's go.' He said calmly.Wow, he's actually listening to me? 'Hmm,' he looked at me one more time, I couldn't help the scoff that escaped my lips. I looked over at Ursula, who was busy having this “moment stare” with one of the men. He was tall, gold hair dye that matched his golden brown eyes and was quite muscular. He was the perfect Ursula kind of guy. Then it struck me. I knew him, I fucking knew him! I bent my face down to avoid him. 'This way, please,' Carlos called out. I sighed with relief after they all left, I eyed her.
Cookie's standpoint I whimpered with eyes still shut. I moved my legs and it hurt so bad. I huffed out a breath as memories of the previous night stormed my head, what a wonderful way to end my day. I sat up with a yawn, then smacked my lips and removed some strands of hair from my mouth as I opened my eyes. That's odd, this room looks different. I looked around the room and furrowed my brows, really odd. I looked to my left at the tiny hand holding mine, Yolanda was fast asleep. 'Hey,' I didn't need to look
Ted's standpoint I tapped on my computer meticulously, at least trying to be meticulous about it. How do you tolerate someone just sleeping across your working table singing "I'm bored, Teddy, I'm so fucking bored" repeatedly. Even when she dozed off, her lips were still chanting the same thing over and over again. Bruce carried her to my office because he claimed she won't stop screaming, demanding and crying that she was brought here. I don't blame him, I'm the only one I know –so far– that can snub her adorableness and pettish behavior. The worse is she was always whining about hunger every one hour, her future husband –if I let her have one– will suffer if she ever gets pregnant.
'What ya doing?' She asked buoyantly, great, she's back. 'Nothing that concerns you,' 'You look worried, can I help?' 'No.' I deadpanned. 'Come on, two heads are better than one,' 'I rather shoot the extra head,' I said unenthusiastically. 'Oh come on! Getting my help won't kill you. Stop being a sponge brain and let me help you, I have a very commended IQ.' 'No,' 'Please?' 'I said no!' I yelled, slamming my fisted palms on the table. She flinched, pouted and looked at her food, chewing down on her bottom lip. That'll shut her terribl
Cookie's standpoint I squirmed slightly, I felt really, really cold which was so wrong. I can swear that in the middle of the night, I woke up partially and felt someone holding me very, very tight. I didn't wake up to see his face but I assumed it was Bruce, that hugging thief. He was better than that Ted who couldn't even stay with me… Why do I even want him to stay with me? Whatever. I sat up from the bed and pouted, it would have been better if it was Ted. I stood up and screamed, that was when I remembered I had injured ankles. I whimpered and broke into a sob; I thought the cast was suppose to stop the pain! So much pain. I sniffed and rubbed my eyes, how's Ursula? I haven't heard from her for a day now.
Cookie's standpoint I sighed as I stared at the door sadly, Bruce was in there tied to a hospital bed. It had been two awfully long weeks, two weeks of frustration. Bruce woke up three days after, but I didn't have the courage to see him, he was there because of me. Ted, that Alpha asshole! He disappeared, never even bothered to check on me once, and it really hurt. The one thing about me is that I never hold grudges on anyone, regardless of what they do to me. I forgive easily, and I think I got it from mother, or maybe it's just me. He went to Florida but was back, never came to see neither me nor Bruce. But why would he? He's an asshole. 'Hey,' Ursula whispered, resting her hea
'I came to see your boyfriend,' I sneered, throwing a glare his way. 'Don't even think about it, go.' 'And you can tell me what to do because…?' 'Get lost, Ted!' She shouted out loud. All eyes averted to her before turning to me. There came the tension and fear I love feeling in people, the air was filled with it. I sniffed the air with satisfaction and walked in. 'So, am I missing the party?' I smirked. 'You are not invited,' she huffed. 'Go away…' 'Bruce, I don't regret smashing your head into a television, but the only thing I regret is letting the bullet touch that nut case over there. It should have been your head.' Ted!