Admin Mawile: (/・ω・)/
Carla:
-There was no punishment he dealt without sufficient reason. If you were in pain, you had earned every moment of it.
Every dark, throbbing bruise, every weeping cut was proof that you had disobeyed, motivation to do better in the future. Your complaints were nothing more than proof that you had not yet learned your lesson.
He’d never demean his position by tending to your wounds, no that would be far beneath the position of king.
But feeling some satisfaction at your miserable face was just natural.
Shuu:
-Punishing you was enough trouble. Having to deal with your stupid whining afterwards was all the worse.
Were you just so stupid that you couldn’t learn? Or were you asking to be hurt again? Since he’d punished you for being too loud, more of that annoying whimpering had to be an invitation for more.
Pinning your arms out of the way and roughly splashing fresh alcohol against your wounds elicited the loveliest shrieks.
At lest this was something worth moving for.
Ayato:
-For all your talking back, you sure couldn’t take much punishment; he’d barely hurt you and you were already sobbing.
You should have thought about what messing with him would get you before getting so head-strong, huh? Bleeding and whimpering, you sure looked sorry for forgetting your place.
Yeah, he’d done enough for now. That fresh blood was looking a lot more appealing than smacking you around.
Your misery made the blood taste all the better.
Laito:
-Oh how cute you are when in pain. That adorable little face, twisting up and going all red as you tried to hold in the most precious noises.
The aftermath was just as sweet. Red, dripping gashes littering your flesh like jewelry, poisoning the air with the sweet, perfect scent of your blood. You make a sharp sound when he dabs at them with something stinging.
He chides you to hold still, tightening his grip on your wrist until the bones creak, digging one pointed nail into the edge of a deep cut.
Yes, cleaning you up was nearly as fun as causing the mess.