Page 54 of Disturbed Lucidity

He smirked, shaking his head. “Think you’re missing the point, babe. I’m in charge, not you.”

“Then let me be very clear. You want my compliance, you keep your dick in your pants. Because if find your dick in any male or female body that isn’t mine, I won’t think twice before killing a motherfucker, and then I’ll rip your dick from your body and shove it up your ass. Think I’m fucking around, try me. I may be small, but I have a sadistic sense of retribution and I know how to use a fucking knife.”

I knew he was getting turned on. I could clearly see the thick bulge in his pants. Motherfucker was crazier than I was.

“Fine, on one stipulation.”

Waiting, I sat back down and stared at the son of a bitch.

“You will obey every fucking order I give. No complaints, no bitching, no arguments. Full submission.”

“I’m not submissive, Luc.”

He smiled a genuine smile. “I know.”

Grumbling to myself, I poured whiskey into several shot glasses before placing them a little too forcefully onto a tray, knocking two of them over. Cursing, I grabbed two more shot glasses and slammed them down on the tray before filling them.

“You okay, Ivy?” Anne asked, concerned.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? Because you seem a bit agitated.”

“The adjective you’re looking for is incensed, furious, irritated, annoyed, exasperated—”

Anne held up her hand and nodded. “Got it. You’re mad. What happened?”

“Don’t want to talk about it.”

Sighing, Anne picked up the tray and said, “Holding it in will only make it worse. I’m here if you change your mind.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, wiping up my mess. I side-eyed Luc, who was sitting at his table with Frost, Saint, and Alias, talking while Gina, the fucking whore, rubbed her fake tits up against him.

“Break time, Ivy,” Mouth stated. “Gotta eat.”

“Not hungry,” I sneered, winding my towel tight in my hands as the fucking cunt raked her hands through his hair. Bitch touched one more part of his body I was going to rip her arms out of her sockets and beat her to death with them.

“Wasn’t a suggestion, Ivy. You need to eat.”

“I’ll eat when I’m hungry.”

“Now, Barbie, before I tell Ken you’re not listening.”

Turning to Mouth, I glared. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Holding up both his hands, he slowly backed away. “Luc told us to tell him whenever you didn’t obey a direct order.”

“Oh really?” I smirked, shoving past him.

“Ivy!” Mouth loudly whispered, and I ignored the bastard.

Anne stopped what she was doing and watched with rapt attention.

Indigo smirked while Logic shook his head.

Trash and Agony both silently stood off to the side, showing no emotion whatsoever, and my good buddy Slash, well, that fucker, started banging his head against a table.

Passing a table full of customers, I grabbed a longneck bottle of beer. Flipping it in my hand, I grabbed the neck, raised the bottle over my head, before swinging it at Gina’s head, knocking her the fuck out. Dropping the bottle, I slammed my hands on the table, getting fucknut’s attention, I sneered, “You don’t have the sense God gave paste, do you?”

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