feelings-fortilly:
Tilly didn’t fear easily, and took most things that happened to her in this life with stride, and in designer shoes. This was just… unnerving, and it flipped her sense of what she thought she knew about this place. Sure, it was quirky and as if the entire place was in various forms of roleplay, but she wasn’t bad - not in this sense. Not deserving of this, that was for fucking certain.
She had spent her morning being hit, smacked, slapped, played with, with hands or weapons or whatever else and she was tired. She was pissed off, especially because she was ready to sue if her skin scarred from this heinousness. But as the day winded down and the sun grew less hot, she was tired, and spent most of her time just trying to stay awake and keep her legs from turning to jelly. Whoever sent the latest hit into her side was on the weaker side, but it still surprised her out of her thoughts. She found herself laughing, a chuckling, almost teasing laugh. “Go ahead,” she said, waving her hand as if to urge them on. “Keep fucking going, and put your back into it like the others, will you?”
Theo couldn’t help but wince at the way the woman goaded him on. He didn’t want to put his back into it; he didn’t want to hurt her at all! The noise and cries around him felt deafening to the young nymph, his anxiety flooding his brain and leaving him a mess.
“I’m so sorry,” He said with a quivering voice even though he knew she couldn’t hear him. His arm raised and came down harder this time, even though he tried to resist, this time clipping her across her cheek, spreading a new blooming bruise to accompany the others.
“Please, no, why do I have to do this I’m a master!” Theo tried to reason with the guard beside him through the tears as his hand kept bringing the paddle down against Tilly’s skin, and all the guard did was laugh.











