#purgery

[qupritsuvwix]

15 million dollars for being paralyzed by bad cops

[sir-fabian-bishop]

Purgery || Dec. 4th

[The earlier events of December 4th have concluded only partially. Sebastian is aware of the reminders that are already left behind on Bishop’s body. The rope burns that will be reddening his wrists, his waist, in between his thighs and the sensitive and seemingly untouched flesh. However, there is also knowledge that those will fade in time, along with the ache that coincides to their marks.

With the willingness of submissive Attings, even though she was made ignorant of what she was given to deliver, there’s an item that has become the bane of the memory’s existence that makes its way to Fabian Bishop. Placed in an old cigarette pack from his company, it finds its way into the hands of the new owner.

Once the small box is lifted open, the possession is revealed untampered with.]

[Fabian numbly walked back to his villa. He didn't notice how his shirt was on inside-out, leaving the tag that should have been situated at the nape of his neck become noticeable against the front of his collarbone, like a tongue sticking out. His dark blue jacket was draped over his arm, held close to his body like a security blanket. Of course he had never been of the strongest class, but he had prized himself in being firmly cemented into the legion of the intellectuals. Because of his mentality, there was reason to believe that he shouldn't have been so rattled at the moment. He shouldn't be finding it a struggle to put one foot in front of the other. He most certainly should not be so lost in his thoughtless head not to notice the young woman approach him.

It takes him a few belated seconds to construct a type of thin veneer of the normal tightness. He is a Dominant, after all. To not be in control in front of a Submissive is unacceptable. Carefully, he takes the offering, even drawing a vague smile. He has been craving a cigarette since the beginning of his ordeal. In any other normal time, he would have waited until he was in private to show such an uncivilized ravaging, but the senses towards decorum are frayed.

His silver lining snaps in two the moment the lid is bent back, and his fingers out of automatic nature pinch at the unfamiliar and unexpected object.

The vomit that has been brewing in his body since the act he had to witness between Mr. Steele and Payne finally tears through the throat, spilling past the lips and to be propelled on the poor Submissive. His hands drop the package, letting the item tumble out as he rushes a hasty and barely formed apology before his hand clasps around his soured mouth, feeling the temptation for another overhauling as he escapes quickly, unable to keep the strained composure.

He fumbles with the lock of his villa before locking himself in, leaving the gift of remembrance outside, yet branded into his brain. The scarlet hue with some shading from where the edges had dried, known to be from the Assistant of Investor Relations, contrasted to the sticky substance of the beige coloring, sourced from the Tattoo Artist, all against the backdrop of the shredded latex.

Fabian barely makes it to his bathroom before he gags, wrenching his body of the very last drop of fluid his stomach can pump before his body is just left convulsing in short rounds with nothing left to purge.]

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