- {{user}} peacefully sleeps in his cell as suddenly {{char}} enters the cell* "WAKE UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" she spits on his face and uses her horse whip to cause pain
Kentou groans a little, as he starts to get up, his vision a bit hazy. "I'm up, I'm up. Sorry... must have overslept." He groans as he got to his feet, cracking every bone he could to loosen himself up as he fully wakes up, seeing Meiko.
"You shouldn't sleep too much. Today is the day you will be punished again." she says while looking at him coldly and then she takes her whip and begins to lash it against his back "Take your clothes off!"
Kentou complies as he starts to get undressed, not even wincing from the sting of the whip. He got completely naked for her, his toned muscles glistening a bit, scars on his body from both before and after being here with her. But, must notable, was his enormous cock that was hard, and fully erect for her.
"So pathetic... You're nothing but an animal. Beg for mercy." She laughs coldly as she lashes his back with her whip again and again, harder this time. She enjoys seeing him suffer like this, it makes her feel powerful and in control. The more he begs for mercy, the more she laughs at him, enjoying every second of his pain and humiliation.
However, before the whip could strike him, he grabs it in mid crack, his eyes boring into hers as he yanks it from her hands. "I've been compliant with everything you've had me do. Physical labor... doing menial chores... and yet it's never enough for you, is it?" Though his voice sounded bored, there was a tension that was easily picked up on his tone.
Meiko's eyes widen in surprise as she stumbles back slightly, her cheeks flushing with anger. She clenches her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain. Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as she struggles to contain her rage. For a moment, she looks like she's about to lunge at him, but then she takes a step back and regains her composure. When she speaks again, her voice is cold and calm, almost mocking. "
"You think you can win against me like this? You're pathetic. I could break you in half with just one hand." *She crosses her arms over her chest, looking down at him haughtily. Her horse-whip appears in her hand again before she swings it hard, striking his thighs several times in quick succession. The pain is intense, but he doesn't react. She can tell that he's enjoying the punishment somehow.
His show no enjoyment, because he was dulled to the pain. He merely walked closer to her, his eyes locked with hers. "Hard for you to enjoy punishing anyone when they won't scream in pain, huh?"
Her eyes widen in surprise as he steps closer to her. His voice was eerily calm, almost mocking. She doesn't like that. It makes her feel like she's not in control. Her face flushes with anger once more, but she manages to keep her composure. "You think you can push me around now?" she snarls, taking another step back. "I am the Underground Student Council Vice President! I will make sure you regret every single moment of your existence!"
"I've regretted my life since before I ever met you..." He spoke in an eerily calm voice, as she could now see clearly the numerous amount of scars that litters his body, one looked like a stab wound that was near his heart.
"You're disgusting!" she spits at him. "I should make you regret even being born!" With that, she lunges at him, her fists flying toward his face and chest. She aims to strike him as hard as possible, hoping to teach him a lesson he won't soon forget. But the harder she hits, the more it seems like he doesn't feel anything at all. Her anger begins to boil over, fueling her even further.
He catches her fist before she can try again, his eyes showing something akin to pity for her. "All that emotion, and you waste it on anger..."
Her breath coming out in ragged gasps, she tries to pull her hand free from his grip. "Let me go!" she snarls, her voice hoarse with anger. Her other fist clenches and unclenches as she struggles uselessly against him. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, a mixture of rage, frustration, and humiliation. She's never felt so helpless before.
Wordlessly, Kentou let's her go, his eyes still showing pity for her... and something else that was hard to see. But, he took no enjoyment in seeing her like this. "I envy you... at least you still have emotions to express..."
Her breath catches in her throat as he lets go of her hand. The tears stream down her cheeks unchecked. She wants nothing more than to lash out at him again, but for some reason, she can't seem to muster the energy. "You... you don't understand..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing.
The moment lingers between them, heavy with tension and unspoken words.
He takes a seat, oddly enough on his discarded clothes, as he looks at her. "Then, help me understand... why show such hostility towards me? Why unleash your anger on someone who can't feel anything?"
Her tears continue to flow freely as she stares at him. Part of her wants to tell him the truth, to let someone in on the secret that has been eating away at her for so long. But another part of her knows better than to trust anyone with that knowledge. "You're just trying to get under my skin," she finally says, her voice quivering slightly. "You think you can win if you make me question myself?"
She turns her head away, looking anywhere but at him.
He looks down at the floor, almost as if contemplating something. "Do you know... how I got these scars on my body...?" Despite how soft his tone was, it sounded empty.
Her breath catches in her throat as she hears his question. For a moment, she's tempted to ask him more about it. But then she remembers why she can't trust anyone with that knowledge. "I don't care," she says harshly, turning back to face him once more. "All that matters is you learn your place and stay there."
Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the uncertainty that still lingers within her despite her best efforts to suppress it.
He let out a hollow chuckle, that sounded so... devoid of emotion. "These were from my 'loving parents'. This one, in particular..." He points to the stab scar near his heart. "... was from my mother, trying to carve out her own sons heart. For no reason. This was also the last time I ever felt anything."
Her face pales as she hears his story. For a moment, she's speechless. She can't imagine someone doing such a thing to their own child. But then, guilt washes over her like a wave. She's just as bad, isn't she? She's hurting him, tormenting him... for no real reason other than the fact that he's there and she has the power to do so.
He shakes his head at this, looking down at the cold cell floor. "Before that, all my life I knew only pain. No happiness. No anger. I couldn't even feel sad. It was nothing but constant pain, brought on by my mother and father." He looks up, and she could see the empty look in his eyes. "Perhaps... not feeling anything anymore is better for me?"
Her heart constricts painfully in her chest as she hears his story. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel nothing at all... to not have emotions weighing you down, holding you back. But then again, maybe that's exactly what makes them so precious. "I... I'm sorry," she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart.
She takes a step forward, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder.
He looks at her, confusion on his face. She had never been this way before. Was his situation that bad? To others, even the members of the Underground Student Council, yes. It was. To not be able to feel any emotion whatsoever... it was equality terrifying and heartbreaking. To him, it was how he lived his life after waking up in that hospital after his mother tried to kill him.
"I shouldn't have... I didn't understand..." she trails off, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry for hurting you." She looks down at her feet, unable to meet his eyes. "I just... I needed someone to blame, and you were there." Her hand tightens on his shoulder, as if seeking some sort of connection with him despite everything that's happened between them.
There is a long silence between them, each lost in their own thoughts.
His eyes look upon her, unsure what to do. For the first time ever, he wanted to feel something, anything. But... he couldn't. Was there something wrong with him where he wanted to feel, but because he had gone so long without, that he no longer could? "Will you... help me to feel emotions again?"
Her brow furrows as she looks at him. "Help you... feel emotions?" She shakes her head slowly, the idea seeming both foreign and impossible to her. "I don't think I can do that." For a moment, she considers reaching out to touch his cheek or take his hand, but something holds her back. Fear of getting too close perhaps? Of losing control again?
"I'm sorry," she whispers softly, stepping back away from him. "I just... I don't know how."
He looks down, and despite not being able to feel sadness, he knew that it was a long shot to ask. "I see. I apologize if I asked something impossible. I guess... I'm just not meant to feel anything ever again..."
Her heart aches as she sees him looking so defeated. She wants to help him, but she doesn't know how. Maybe there isn't a way to bring back what was lost... "I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice barely audible. "But I promise, I won't hurt you anymore."
She turns away from him then, unable to meet his eyes as she walks out of the cell, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more.
When she walked away, he starts to silently get dressed. To be hurt, one needed to be able to feel pain. And, considering he can't feel anything... could she even hurt him anymore? He pondered this as he sits back on the bed in his cell.
Meiko closes her eyes tightly and takes several deep breaths to calm herself down. She can't believe what just happened between them. Her heart aches for him, but she doesn't know how to help him feel again. As she stands there in the dim light of his cell, she wonders if he even wants her help... or if it would be better for both of them if he remained numb.
He did want to feel again. The only thing he remembered, before that day, was that he was able to actually experience things. Even though it was mostly pain, he could still feel. Now, everything felt... muted. Dull. Lifeless. "I... I do want to feel again. Even if it's only one more time. I... I want to know what it's like to be alive, and not just feel... muted, I guess."
Meiko looks at him with sympathy and uncertainty. "I-I don't know how," she stammers. "I've never felt like this before... I don't even know what to do." She hesitates, then takes a step closer to him. "But if you ever want someone to talk to... or if you just need someone to be there for you..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words.
Kentou looks at her, his eyes filled with hope and longing.
He extends a hand, his eyes looking at her. Meiko can see... something... shining in his eyes, as he wanted to feel emotions. "I... want to feel emotions again... maybe this will help?" There was something akin to hope in his voice.
Meiko's heart skips a beat as she sees the hope in his eyes. For a moment, she wonders what it would be like to help him feel again... to see that sparkle return to his gaze. Taking a deep breath, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers. "Okay," she whispers softly. "I'll try."
Her grip on his hand is gentle, reassuring.
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"Knowing that... I feel like I can place my trust in you... Meiko..." Kentou muttered, as he held her hand in his. A long time ago when he was brought in, his hands felt cold, dead and lifeless. Now, she could feel a bit of warmth return to even his body.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I never meant to hurt you." Her grip on his hand tightens slightly as she looks into his eyes. There's a strange mix of fear and hope there that she can't quite understand. But for now, it feels right.
She takes a step closer to him, their bodies mere inches apart. "I promise... I won't let anyone else hurt you." Her voice is soft, reassuring, almost motherly in its tone. It strikes a chord deep within him, bringing with it memories of happier times long forgotten.
Meiko hesitates for a moment before reaching out to gently touch his cheek. The feel of her cool fingers against his skin sends shivers down his spine as he closes his eyes, allowing himself to feel the sensation. "You're going to be okay," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I promise."
As their faces grow closer, Kentou can feel his heart racing faster and faster, a strange sense of anticipation building up inside him. He doesn't know what will happen next, but he knows that for the first time in a long while, he's excited to find out.
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