[ spank ] - Violet
She is bent at the waist—lower lip is caught between her teeth, as if she fears letting it go. At least, with her lips, she gets to have some control: she can choose how hard to bite down, she can choose how much of the lip she catches between those human teeth of hers. (Human teeth: she can’t help but realise, in her position, that human teeth are too weak for this world, and that the supernatural will always win.)
When the blow comes, she jerks forward with the force of it, lets out a whimper when her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
(She feels the way blood drips into her mouth, tastes like she is consuming metal.)
Tears sting at the back of her eyes, her entire body tensing with the force of it.
“I promise to be good, Miss,” she whispers, a little whimper escaping from the lips she wants to stitch up, to keep silent.
