Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 103: Something is wrong

Kael’s hand hovered over the Haven’s doorknob, the late evening’s chill biting through his dark tee and jeans.

His hazel eyes narrowed, his ear pressed close to the door to hear for any sound, but silence cloaked the house, heavy, unnatural, like a graveyard’s hush.

Something is wrong

Both women roamed free in the Haven, their collars—reapplied before he left, but this quiet...

They could have shut themselves in their rooms, sulking, or worse—one of them could be dead.

His pulse quickened, a mix of anticipation and caution, ready to deliver good news or face chaos.

He strained to listen, his ear stuck to the door, but no clatter, no shouts, only the faint creak of the building settling.

With a steadying breath, he turned the knob, the door groaning open, and a warm, savory aroma enveloped him—garlic, thyme, seared meat, dinner simmering.

No blood or dead body on the floor.

Nice.

"I’m back," Kael called, his voice firm, stepping inside, his boots scuffing the threadbare rug.

Freya emerged from the kitchen, her hair glinting, loose and wild, her cyan t-shirt clinging to her curvaceous frame and she wiped her hands on a dishcloth.

Her blue eyes sparkled, her near-translucent skin luminous in the dim light, the collar around her neck humming faintly.

"Oh, you’re back," she said, her voice a tease and relief, crossing the room with a fluid grace, her lips brushing Kael’s in a fleeting kiss, her warmth lingered on his lips.

"You are cooking dinner? Smells good," Kael said, his grin softening, his hazel eyes tracing her form, then darting around the room, Rhea’s absence till now, a screaming void.

The dining table stood bare, plates stacked but unset, the kitchen’s glow casting long shadows.

"Where’s Rhea?" he asked, his voice casual but threaded with suspicion.

Freya’s lips curved into a sly grin, her blue eyes narrowing, tossing the dishcloth onto the counter with a flick.

"In her room," she said, her tone light, almost too innocent "Probably brooding, as usual."

Kael’s brow arched, his hazel eyes skeptical. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Fine, I will call her in a while," he said, his voice steady as he stepped toward the kitchen’s warmth, the aroma of dinner grounding him.

"It went well. Got Clara, the doctor who treated Rhea yesterday as our affiliate doctor, and we’ve got our first mission—an entry test. Reaper’s only official if we pass it."

Freya’s grin widened, her blue eyes flashing with confidence, leaning against the counter, her hips cocked, her t-shirt straining slightly.

"Don’t worry," she said, her voice bold, almost defiant. "I’ll make sure this mission’s done. I will take care of it, you stay here."

Kael’s grin faded, his hazel eyes serious, his voice firm but measured.

"Problem is, Freya, it’s too tough for you alone," he said, his hand gesturing, emphasizing the stakes.

"You’ll need to work with Rhea and I will tag along to guide you. Team effort. I’ll brief you both once she’s out here."

Freya’s smile tightened, a flicker of annoyance in her blue eyes, but she nodded, her voice clipped.

"I’ll serve dinner," she said, turning to the stove, her movements sharp, slightly irritated.

Kael’s smile returned, softer, his hazel eyes warm with gratitude.

"Thanks for holding down the Haven while I was gone," he said, his voice sincere, his hand brushing her shoulder lightly before he turned to Rhea’s room.

He pushed open her door, the hinges squealing, and froze...

His hazel eyes widening, shock rippling through him.

Rhea lay sprawled on the floor, her fiery red hair splayed across the floor, her frame bound, wrists and ankles cuffed with leather straps, a cloth gag muffling her desperate cries.

Her black shorts clung to her hips, intact, but her red tank top was yanked above her chest, exposing her bare breasts, her nipples clamped with small, buzzing vibrators, the faint hum amplifying her stifled moans.

Her collar hummed, suppressing her powers, her body writhing, flushed with a mix of fury and unwilling arousal, her eyes—glimmering with desperation—locking onto Kael, pleading to free her, her skin slick with sweat, her breaths ragged through the gag.

"Mmmmm!" Rhea’s muffled cry surged, louder, her head nodding frantically, her bound hands straining against the cuffs, the vibrators’ relentless buzz a cruel torment.

Kael’s jaw clenched, his hazel eyes flashing with surprise and suspicion, his mind racing.

"Should I uncuff you, Rhea?" Kael asked, his voice low, laced with doubt, crouching beside her, his eyes searching hers, wary if this was intentional,.

Her muffled sounds grew frantic, her eyes blazing, her head jerking in vigorous nods, her body trembling with urgency.

Kael exhaled, his fingers swift but cautious, unbuckling the cuffs, the leather straps falling away, revealing faint red marks on her wrists and ankles.

Rhea’s hands shot to her chest, yanking the vibrators off her nipples with a gasp of relief, her fingers trembling as she tore the gag from her mouth, her breath heaving, her face a blaze of crimson fury.

"Freya, you bitch!" she roared, her voice raw, surging to her feet, her tank top falling to cover her, and bolted out the door, her footsteps pounding, rage fueling her charge.

Kael scrambled after her, his boots thudding, his eyes narrowing as he reached the main room.

Rhea was already pinned to the floor, Freya’s knee pressed into her back, her platinum-cyan hair swaying, her blue eyes glinting with a smug smirk, her collar humming but her physical strength overwhelming.

Rhea thrashed, her fiery hair tangled, her voice a snarl, her hands clawing at the rug. "Get off me, you ice cube whore!"

"What the hell’s going on?" Kael demanded, his voice sharp, cutting through the chaos, his hazel eyes darting between them, his hands raised, poised to intervene.

Freya’s smirk widened, her voice cool, taunting, her knee unrelenting.

"She was annoying when I wanted to cook," she said, her blue eyes locked on Rhea’s glare, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "So I sent her to her room with a little something to keep her busy."

Rhea’s struggles intensified, her voice a furious shout, her body bucking under Freya’s weight.

"Kael, help me! Take this damn collar off—I’ll burn this bitch and roast her!"

Freya’s grip tightened, her smirk unshaken, her strength pinning Rhea effortlessly.

"Freya, let her go," Kael said, stepping closer, his tone leaving no room for defiance. "I’ve got important news, and we’re not doing this now."

Freya’s eyes rolled, her smirk lingering, but she relented, rising with a fluid grace, her eyes half-lidded.

Rhea sprang up, her fists swinging wildly at Freya, her voice a snarl, but Kael was faster, his arms wrapping around her from behind, dragging her back toward her room, her kicks flailing, her fiery hair whipping.

"Wait a minute, Freya," he said, his voice firm, his hazel eyes sharp, glancing back at Freya’s smug stance. "I’ll calm her down."

He pulled back Rhea into her room, and closed the door shut.

Freya stood in the main room with her arms crossed, blue eyes half-lidded and her face set in stern seriousness—the smirk gone, her gaze fixed on the closed door Kael and Rhea had just disappeared behind.