Stephanie's Punishment

[centuriesandyet]

[Damian lets the wolves into the mansion first, then leads the way down the stairs. A few rooms branch off from the main open area of the basement. He takes them to the room right under the first floor's dining room

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[bad_wolf_in_red]

"Suits me fine. Unless you have any suggestions, Conner?"

[halfmoonsuper]

He scowls a little, and shakes his head. "It seems suitable to me. I don't believe anything further should be necessary." He glances over the various different... tools, on the table and keeps his lip from curling slightly. He understands, he does, he just doesn't like it.

He waits for Jason to take a seat before following suit, trying not to look directly at Steph for now.

[spoiledchilde]

[Steph glares at them both. She hates this, she hates both of you, and she hates stupid fucking Damian for making this happen. She was right, she knows she was right, and she's not sorry.]

[She keeps growling, game-face to the fore.]

[centuriesandyet]

[Damian nods.] As you say.

[He opens an iron box on the table, handling it gingerly and thankful for his gloves. Several small metal objects are drawn out of the box and attached to the ends of the three-stranded whip on the table. Under the gloves, Damian's fingers are smoking. His own small penance for the necessity of this...]

Stephanie, do remember not to speak. You know how long tongues take to grow back.

[bad_wolf_in_red]

Jason rest a gentle hand on Kon's shoulder. As much as he hates Steph he'd rather take her down in a fight than this. But protocol is everything and he'd rather not piss off Death by killing her. He keeps his face impassive, watching both vampires closely.

[halfmoonsuper]

He grits his teeth, not entirely sure how to interpret Jason's hand as he folds his hands together. He watches Damian work, intensely focused, but expression mostly blank. He just wants to get this over with. He hates politics, especially this kind.

[centuriesandyet]

[It might not have sounded like it, but the last thing he said to Steph was a kindness. Scream, but don't speak.]

[He raises the whip, bringing it down on her bared back. The blessed metal -- crosses from several old rosaries -- cuts deep into Steph's back with each whip-stroke, blood and smoke pouring from her wounds.]

Twenty lashes. And you will inform me if they are sufficient when they are done.

[more to Steph than the others,] That's one.

[spoiledchilde]

[Steph does scream, a pained howl that bounces off the stony walls of the room. She tries to arch away from the whip and the small crucifixes that adorn it, to no avail. Her chains resist all efforts to break free.]

Aaaaaahh!

[She twists, golden eyes mad with pain and hatred, and her recently-injured arm protests the move.]

Hate you hate you hate you hate you!!!

[bad_wolf_in_red]

Jason squeezes Kon's shoulder, but otherwise tries to remain impassive. Somehow he doubts Steph will learn anything from this.

[halfmoonsuper]

He doesn't make eye contact, but he doesn't take his eyes off Steph for a moment of the punishment. When twenty lashes are finally up, he looks to Damian, his voice soft but controlled, lacking his normal drawl, his eyes a bright yellow. "I believe that should be sufficient."

[centuriesandyet]

[Damian is shaking by the end of it, shaking and yellow-eyed himself, unable to hold onto his human guise. They wouldn't understand why, wouldn't understand why it was so hard for him to do this when he's reveled in worse things before. Even if they could understand that he'd just beaten and tortured the vampire equivalent of a young girl to keep the peace and save her unlife, he doubt that either of them would care.]

[He drops the whip, too disgusted with himself and the whole situation to keep hold of it a moment longer than he has to.] As you say. Let the blood spilled here be the last of it.

[in a low voice, to Steph,] And when I get you home, we're breaking your bond with Timothy.

[spoiledchilde]

[Steph hangs limp in her chains, in too much pain to even tremble. Weak and dizzy, throat raw from screams, she can hardly focus on anyone's words.]

[Until Damian mentions breaking the Sire-Childe bond.]

NO!! [She lunges forward, straining to break the chains and only risking the dislocation of her shoulders.] No no no no no!

[Merely being apart from her Sire causes her mental pain. What would it mean to have their bond broken? Steph can only imagine the worst.]

[bad_wolf_in_red]

"No more blood." Jason stands, urging Kon to his feet. "We'll leave you to care for her."

[halfmoonsuper]

There's a sick twist in his gut at Damian's words to Steph, sharp supernatural hearing making it easy to catch every word. He knows vampires are different, that the bond he speaks of must be different, but Tim and Steph are mates on his world, and he wouldn't wish a broken bond on anyone.

He stands as Jason urges him to follow, keeping his eyes averted, this isn't for him anymore, Steph's pain should be private now, he thinks, and speaking up would risk undoing the peace they'd worked for in this.

He gives them each a deep nod, feeling speech would be inappropriate, and follows Jason to leave.

Wasn't about earlier, but this is relevant to Jason's interests.

[deadbirdwalking]

[As the wolves walk out, there's already someone outside, someone unable to enter uninvited. Jason snarls at them.]

What did you do to her!?

[halfmoonsuper]

He can't help but snarl in return, riled up as he is, the accusation just makes it worse, his temper flares and he just barely resist lunging forward. "What business is it of yours?" He's yet to allow himself to return to his regular speech patterns.