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.