Admin Mawile: ┐(゚~゚)┌ Ummmmm, I actually can’t imagine them feeling all that bad. Even if they did do a lot of harm, their response would either be absolutely zero care, or a sense of “you deserved it for making me upset.” Or in Azusa’s case he’s just convinced you liked it lol. I’ll try to write this anyway, but it’s not going to be very fluffy…
Ruki:
-Livestock deserved to be beaten when they misbehaved. As stupid as you are, it’s the only way he can make you learn.
Pain speaks to even the most dense, stubborn people. A thorough punishment can wipe out the seeds of disobedience from a rowdy piece of prey long before they have the chance to become something troublesome.
Seeing you miserable afterwards isn’t necessarily a good thing, but Ruki does know that the pain will do you good.
As will being held down and forced to clean those cuts properly.
Kou:
-You were cuter when you were crying. Your ugly, twisted up face as you tried to bandage the marks he’d left you was nothing short of unpleasant.
It had been your fault to begin with, of course, making him so angry with that smart little mouth that he just had to pay it back. The only reason you had to hurt so much was because you couldn’t just give in and be sweet.
He’ll help you, he’ll sit down and smile and maybe tie the bandages just a little too tight, if only so he can see that terrified look you get after a punishment.
That adorable fear makes it all worth it.
Yuuma:
-As angry as he was, you’re lucky to only be that hurt. He could have crushed your skull like a grape, and you’re complaining about some bruises?
He doesn’t feel bad for hurting you (it was your fault for making him mad in the first place), and it’s far from the first time this has happened, but your whimpering and quiet sobs are getting annoying.
His help is almost an extension of the punishment, far too rough for tender human skin, especially when it’s already aching.
And that’s exactly what he’s intending.
Azusa:
-You must be so happy, with all those fresh, painful wounds to clean. The thick, deep cuts must ache so deeply, Azusa is almost jealous.
You’d been so angry with him, wanting to run away because he hadn’t been doing enough for you. But this had fixed that. He’d tied you down, gave you so many beautiful wounds, now you had to be happy with him.
He sat down next to you, dabbing slowly at a weeping gash with a cloth soaked in stinging alcohol, not registering how you flinched away.
Since he’d been so good to you, now you could return the favor.