This post has the following content warnings:
Jul 06, 2022 9:27 PM
Hotaru has a debt. Kestrel has money. A match made at the poker table.
+ Show First Post
Total: 88
Posts Per Page:
Permalink

Well. That's worse reflexes than he expected from his favorite pet. He kneels down, slowly, as to avoid creasing his pants.

"Are you alright, darling?"

Permalink

"I ... don't think I've eaten recently."

Permalink

"We must get you something to eat, then. What would you like?"

Permalink

She frowns, surprised that this tack worked. "Fish with rice?"

Permalink

He strides over to the door and presses a small button on a plastic box affixed to the wall. 

"Please bring up a serving of fish with rice and a glass of water, as fast as you possibly can."

 

Permalink

She was hoping that this would have gotten him out of the room.

Permalink

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Permalink

"Could I get some alone time, sir?”

Permalink

He looks very, very torn.

"... Alright. But I'll be back to check in on you soon."

He walks slowly out of the room, dragging his feet to see if she'll change her mind, before throwing a final glance over his shoulder and leaving.

Permalink

She slumps when he leaves. Somehow this is worse than she had imagined it would be, despite the nightmares.

Permalink

He may or may not be hovering a few feet outside the door.

Permalink

She checks her phone. Has anyone noticed her absence?

Permalink

There's a singular automated email from the school congratulating her on her new life plan.

Permalink

Great. Fantastic. She knew that her "friends" were all snakes anyways, but it still hurts.

She heads to the closet. Better get it over with. What does he have in here for her?

Permalink

There are silk slips, some frilly short dresses, a couple sets of pajamas, and a large section of the closet dedicated to clothes that wouldn't be out of place at a nightclub. There are many, many pairs of shoes (at a glance, she spots holographic sneakers, 6-inch heels, and platform boots). There is also a large necklace rack hanging over the back of the door, featuring an array of chokers, chains and earrings.

If she opens one of the smaller drawers, there's lingerie. A lot of it.

Permalink

She doesn't want any part of this at all. She's used to severe black frocks, solid stockings and mary janes. This looks like a strip club's extras bin, certainly not acceptable for someone of her social standing. She swallows, and mentally revises her status back down to where it actually is. Grimacing, she picks out a few pieces that could charitably be described as an outfit - dark stockings, uncomfortably sheer and patterned in black roses; a black strappy number that clings to her like paint; and a pullover of filmy reflective cloth. It's as severe as she's going to get with this lot.

Permalink

A knock comes at the door. If she opens it, she'll find a shy-looking teenager who can't be older than 15 dressed in a lavender three-piece suit holding a plate of fish and rice.

"F-for you, miss."

They stutter, set the plate down, bow and walk away, bumping into Kestrel who's been standing behind them. They pale and bow their head even deeper, muttering apologies. He brings a hand up to caress their cheek.

"Don't let it happen again. Run along now."

And then, so quickly that she might miss it if she wasn't staring, he kisses them on the mouth. It's only a peck, but very recognizably a kiss.

They blush and hurry off down the hallway, and Kestrel turns to her.

Permalink

"You look very, very nice."

Permalink

"Thank you, sir." She keeps the plate between him and her as she slowly takes a bite.

Permalink

"Oh, no need to feed yourself, darling."

He plucks the fork from her fingers.

"Please, allow me."

Permalink

Her lips are tightly closed, and she gives him a puzzled look. No no no no no no

Permalink

"Open your mouth, sweetheart."

Permalink

Imperceptible head shake.

Permalink

He grabs her chin and forces a thumb between her lips, digging his nail into her gums.

"I said open your mouth."

Permalink

...

...

She just barely opens her mouth, moving to close it immediately after.

Total: 88
Posts Per Page: