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Hannah sits on the edge of her bed, wearing nothing, tapping her toes on the plush carpet of her hotel room.
She digs her toes into the carpet, checks the time on her phone, runs a hand through her hair and bup-bup-bahs a little song to herself. Her hands are a bit trembly already.
She glances towards the door again.
Rose reaches into the central console and gets out a black metal rose stamp the size of her palm. She slips on the back-strap so that the reverse side is against her palm, tucks her fingers away into little grooves at the top of the stamp, and only then does she flick the thumb-switch on the side that makes the whole thing heat.
"Takes a minute to warm up," she says. "Safety feature. And I like it, it gives the fear a little while to sink in."
Hannah shifts a little in her bonds, testing them, but they seem entirely secure.
I'm starting to regret this right about now.
"Good girl." Rose pets the back of Hannah's head with her free left hand. "Just a little longer."
Rose smiles. It is not a gentle smile.
"I'm going to need you to hold very, very still for me, alright?"
Rose presses the cherry-red palm brand down firmly just below the top of Hannah's spine, and holds it for a three-count.
Hannah cries out into her gag, her teeth straining hard against the metal. Sweat leaps out all across her body, and tears spill over from her eyes.
"Nnnh, hhhh, hhhh..."
Damn that's hot.
She carefully pulls away the brand, leaving behind a ruined mass of flesh vaguely in the shape of a rose. She tsks.
"Always messy to start with."
Rose switches off the palm-brand, and it goes cold instantly. She sets it aside on the nightstand.
"It's very dangerous to do this so close to the spine," she says conversationally. "If the brand penetrates too deep, you could end up paralyzed from the brand down. Fortunately, we have very high-quality magic here at the Bowers; all the brands are safed to not cause permanent injury like that. Not that I think that'll be much consolation to you, since all the pain's still right there."
She pulls a knife out from her hoodie pocket, sets it on the nightstand next to the brand. Then she shrugs out of her hoodie. She isn't wearing a bra underneath.
She sits back on the edge of the bed and pets Hannah's head a little bit more.
Hannah whimper moans. The pain fills her up, enormous, unconquerable. She's biting her gag to muffle herself, but a lot still leaks through.
"There, there. You've done the hardest part now. All that's left is the knifework and the tattooing."
"Brave girl." She pats Hannah's head with a smile, and shifts a little. "Give me a moment."
She pulls off her socks and pants and panties, leaving herself entirely naked.
"There," she says. "That's better. Now we're equals." She giggles.
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