@pumpkin-spice-whump-latte ilu. It’s canon now. *finger guns*
Tws: Branding. Collaring. Just all ‘round mother-effing creepiness. This is short, but heavy.
“I don’t want you to think this is some kind of a punishment. It’s not.”
Isn’t it? Lev said around the leather bit, the sides of his nose wrinkling. It wasn’t too tight, necessarily, just firm, but it was still making his jaw ache. Far be it from Martin to let one of his soliloquies be interrupted.
“No. It’s not punishment, because that would mean I didn’t approve of your behaviour. Or that I was trying to control you. Or something like that.”
Spread out face-down across the metal table like this was a much harsher treatment than what he was used to, the floor downright comfortable by comparison. Arms and legs secured by thick straps, he was tied down tight. Barely able to move.
It really didn’t matter whether he had his eyes open, or shut. There was no stopping Martin’s words as they crept into his ears, and stayed there, and stuck. Like flypaper. Such as it was. Lev settled for pressing his nose against the table, and staring straight ahead into the dulled reflection of his own eyes.