Sooner or later the fire dies down
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CW: slavery, captivity, lady whump
“Please! He is the one who punched me first! Why do you punish me for this? I don’t deserve this! I worked so hard … ”
Oryn jerked to a halt and Robin stopped dead in her track. She flinched under his gaze but she didn’t try to back away when he shoved her against the wall. She never did.
“You deserve nothing, Robin”, he said quietly, pressing her up against the wall. His grip was so tight it would definitely leave bruises in the morning. He lowered his head towards her. “I expect you to work hard, darling; to earn your living. You wouldn’t be here anymore if I had the feeling you didn’t. You should know that by now.”
Robin swallowed visually. “I am sorry”, she said quietly without struggling against his grip around her throat.
“I don’t care about your little power plays as long as you don’t hurt him. Do you understand?”
Robin managed to nod around his grip.
“Good”, Oryn drawled. He lifted her chin up with two fingers. She looked so small and fragile. Just like the bird she shared a name with. There was fear in her eyes. Something he hadn’t seen for a long time. Maybe he had spoiled her too much.