Unclaiming Punishment | Brittany & Dhani
[cont from the open starter here]
@brittany-amherst
To say that she was pleased when she saw him being chained in the quad and whipped would be a lie. Brittany hated everything about that. Well, okay, maybe not everything. She was all for naked public play. The whipping to hurt him was the part she hated. But she knew the rule, she wasn’t allowed to heal him. But nobody said she couldn’t after it was all said and done if nobody else had. She had so many thoughts about being here, her position, staying, leaving, if this really was a place worth her presence. Or was it just a gathering of horrible people with good people mingled in? She wasn’t from this world, and she tried to make sense of it. But try as she could, nothing made sense.
She waited for the guards to leave and she walked over to Dhani. This wasn’t the time to make friends and she knew it. But she wasn’t about to let him sit here alone all day either. She had heard of the punishment. Hell the entire campus did through the public notice like Dhani was meant to be nothing more than a show. She almost vomited from how sick this was making her. But she didn’t. She kept control of her feelings enough not to.
She brought bottles of water, an entire case of water. She sat them in reach of him. “Hello, I’m Professor Amherst, and I know we don’t know each other, but maybe after this is over we might get to. I brought you some water so you don’t get dehydrated while you’re out here being tortured. I know you might need someone to help you drink, but at least you have a better chance with them here than not. And I’ll be around most of the day for that because I’ve completely cleared my schedule so you’re not going through this alone.”
There was no rule that Brittany couldn’t clear her day and be there for him in the quad, or that she couldn’t make sure he had enough water to drink when he needed it, or even food if he got hungry. And that’s what she was going to do, to help him have a better experience at this moment. She couldn’t stop anyone looking to take advantage of his position and the whippings, but she could do her part to help in other ways. She had also brought washcloths and towels for his back if it got too bad. Brittany wasn’t afraid to be her own person here.
Dhani merely stared at her for a moment, this woman he hadn’t yet met. She did look incredibly familiar, though, Dhani was sure he hadn’t seen her in person here yet. Perhaps she just had ‘one of those faces’. Seeing the case of bottled water hit the ground near him he expected to see Qhuinn or Quinten for sure, maybe even Clara, the medical friends he had. This woman had come prepared. More than that, she had taken the day to be with someone she didn’t know for a punishment given by the headmaster. Possibly canceled classes.
“Professor,” Dhani said after a moment of realization and a breath. The pain was terrible. Not quiet as bad as last Valentine’s. Mentally, he’d been in a very poor place then, as well, which hadn’t helped with enormous amounts of pain. A lot of that was a daze.
“That is... insanely generous,” A small smile came to his lips, obvious appreciative of her character and preparedness. Then shook his head, “But it’s dangerous, too. I don’t want to get you in trouble. If you canceled classes because of me, that could get the both of us into some hot water.” He looked thoughtful and perhaps a little said. Every good deed here was damned in some way. At least if the school could do anything about it.
He stood slightly straighter, adjusting his loosened grip on the chains that where hooked to the top of the pole, his arms over his head, tentatively rolling his shoulders back. He felt heavier raindrops, steady, almost relaxing, aside from the minor stings of pain they brought to his back.
“I don’t want to seem ungrateful for your kindness, Professor. Honestly. But I also... don’t want an audience. If I can help any of that.” Dhani spoke in an apologetic tone. Humiliation was maybe the worst part. Public nudity was bad, Dhani wasn’t a fan of being forced to be naked in front of just anyone. Public torture was terrible, the fear of being fucked out here was even worse, which was somewhat likely. The fact that it was just him, all alone, somehow expounded on those factors even more. But it was still early in the day.
