@grayxstratford:
This was certainly interesting. Gray had heard the raucous early that morning and had been awoken by guards dragging masters down the hallways in the suites. One of them had asked her name and then after checking their list they had apologized for the inconvenience and left her to go back to sleep. So back to sleep she went, it obviously didn’t affect her- but in the morning she did find it sort of affected her? Indirectly at least. When she walked out of the building and found a large number of people- not just slaves she realized, but slaves, and masters all tied to the ground where they were naked and being tortured. She lit a cigarette slowly as she looked around, this was definitely interesting. What could she have done to spare her this? She didn’t know, but she’d have to keep it up in the future if this was a regular thing. She tried walking around the group but got a little too close in her curiosity and managed to trip over someone’s tied down leg. “Oh for god’s sake,” she muttered as she sat up and inspected her knee.
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This punishment sucked. Especially considering it was her first one, or at least the most genuine punishment she’d endured on the island. The dichotomy of pain and pleasure was one she was intimately familiar with, but this was something else completely. Rowan was doing the best she could to endure everything that was coming down on her head - and back, and butt, and breasts. But the fact that she could hear jack squat had her on high alert for any small change in her environment. A change in the air, smells. What she hadn’t been expecting was a random touch to her ankle. It felt like someone might have tripped but ... was that cigarette smoke? Gods, please don’t put it out on her, she wasn’t meant to be an ashtray.
“What in the name of Odin just happened?”
