Drake and Nathan covered their mouths immediately as they both stood up.
Amy paused her sip as she stared at them coldly.
"Oh, is there a problem?" She asked, her tone carrying that relaxing tone that would always scare them.
"W-well mother, it's just....well.." Nathan tried to say but couldn't find the courage to speak.
Drake on the other hand was not, he spoke his mind even if he knew it was a stupid idea.
"Mom this is absolute bullshit and you know it. Why would you make such a decision and not tell us first?." He asked her.
Amy watched on as her son raged on, she didn't say anything, simply sipping her wine in peace.
She placed her glass down and made her way towards him in a few steps. "Sit down." She uttered.
Drake immediately fell back into his seat, his arms folded over his chest in anger.
Her attention turned back to Nathan, that cold and empty stare locked on him.
"Sit." She told him as well, Nathan hesitated for a moment before sitting back down.
"That's the reason right there.." she stated as she turned away.
"Drake you lack any backbone or dominance, you're like a puppy that can easily be chased and called back."
"Just pathetic in all honesty." She told him, her tone low.
"And you Nathan.....well i'll let your mother explain.." Amy stated as she made her way back to her seat.
Tracy uncrossed her legs and stood up, she smiled and walked towards them.
"Well as my dear Amy has stated, Drake is submissive really. He needs a strong, unbreakable woman who can show him how it is done."
She stated as she leaned into Drake, her hands spread across his chest.
"That's total bullshit but ." Drake stated.
Tracy turned her attention towards Nathan, her earlier smile fading slightly.
"And you, you're a spitting image of him. You lack the basic softness that Drake has, that submissive side is what you lack." She stated as she turned back to her seat.
"So in other words, Drake is immature and needs someone who will handle his nonsense."
"And Nathan, you'll need someone that flinches at the mere sound of the door closing."
Tracy told them as she lit up a cigarette. Amy just rolled her eyes and spoke.
"I hope that is clear, you must consummate your marriages in the next three days. Failure to do will.....well you'll simply find out."
And with those words, Amy ended the meeting altogether.
Drake and Nathan returned to their individual rooms.
Neither had said a single word to each other, which was normal.
Drake was the first to make it to his room, he struggled unlocking the door, his vision slightly blurred.
After a few minutes, he finally managed to open the door. The room was darker than usual.
"Ugh. Great, just wonderful." He stated as he flicked the switch.
The room lit up as Drake's gaze landed on the bed.
His eyes widened as he saw a figure tied up on his bed.
Her limbs tied together behind her back, her body purely nude and on full display.
A blindfold covered her eyes while another was wrapped around mouth.
Drake gave an awkward smile as the woman struggled more in her confines.
"Okay, this is getting interesting." He stated, his gaze flickered to a note on his drawers.
He reached out and grabbed it, laying on the bed as he read it.
"Alright darling, let's see what we're working with." He stated, giving the woman a small smack on the butt.
She flinched slightly at this sudden action, struggling even more in her confines.
"Alright Rose, let's get you untied." He started after reading the note.
He started with her eyes and mouth, undoing the knot slowly. The moment it slipped Rose let out a loud, ear damaging scream.
"LET ME GO!!." She shouted so loudly that Drake had to cover his ears.
"Damn it... you know you're being extremely loud right. Like other people live here too, you know." He told her.
"What the hell, who's there? Show yourself now!" She commanded, her tone sharp and heavy with hate.
Drake was taken aback by this, it's not everyday that somebody orders him around. He ignored it and decided to untie the blindfold.
Rose blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the intense lighting.
She stared at Drake, her expression twisting into one of pure rage.
"You, this is all your fault, I swear the moment I'm free, I'll kill you." She hissed at him, her breathing now labored and quick.
"Really, I'd like to see you try actually but enough of that. We have to consummate our marriage."
Drake stated, not really happy about this.
Rose's eyes widened upon hearing this, she started to panic.
"Consummate our--, oh fuck you! You hear me, I never agreed to this bullshit."
She states angrily.
"Yeah well, too bad sweetie, gotta do this either way." Drake stated as he untied her.
The moment her arms and legs were free, she struck, landing a punch right on Drake's nose.
He stumbled back, his vision blurring a bit as his nose bled, a stream of blood that splattered on the floor.
Before Drake could regain any form of composure, Rose's hands wrapped around his neck, squeezing with all her might.
She straddled him, making sure he had nowhere to run. "Die bastard!" She stated, her grip tightening.