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015 | Torture is Torture

It was dark, and Y/N of Gavaldon couldn't see a thing. After being taken back inside her school, she was taken down to the dungeons and blindfolded before she got to her destination. She didn't know where she had ended up; the only thing she knew was that she was tied up against what seemed like a wooden pole.

''Hello? Is anyone there? Don't tell me I'm supposed to stand like this until morning.'' The girl silently spoke and wondered as she thought of all the terrible things that could happen. ''Hello? Am I seriously alone right now?" She spoke again, seemingly getting more worried over time.

After a few minutes, she finally heard a door slam open and immediately close a second later. "Thank the Lord someone is here! Who is it?" the student let out happily, relieved from the fear of being all on her own.

"I thought the guards made it clear why you were here, Ms. Chestnut." A familiar voice wondered as she walked up to the girl, taking off her blindfold. ''Lady Lesso! I'm so glad you're here. I totally forgot that you had sent me here; can you let me go now? I'd say I've been spooked enough.'' The girl rambled to her dean while calming down immensely; the redhead simply raised an eyebrow at her.

"Why would I let you go after I sent you here? You've broken the rules twice now. I've been kind to you last time, but I didn't do it for you to continue being disobedient and put your life in danger. You've seen what happened last time; why in the world would you try such foolery again?" It was clear Lady Lesso was incredibly annoyed; her voice didn't show any kindness whatsoever.

''I didn't really exit the school though; I just stood in between the two of them. I couldn't sleep because of my hair, so I tried to fix it outside in case it would make a sound to prevent people from waking up!'' The girl desperately explained. "Well, you did great at that; you broke my window with your foolery." "That was your window?!'' "Would it have been better if it was a student's window?"

The girl got quiet at that and didn't say much further, nor did the dean. The redhead walked towards a station full of different kinds of weapons, thinking to herself. The girl then noticed the dean wearing a suit with her sleeves rolled up; it looked very endearing, to say the least.

For some odd reason, Y/N wasn't that scared. It may have been because she knew the dean would never use physical violence on her; at least, that's what she thought until the woman took a dagger in her hand and played around with it.

She wasn't scared because it would hurt; hell, she loved that idea. She was scared of the embarrassment she would feel if the dean continued with her silent threats. "Lady Lesso, you know that won't work with me, right?" The student laughed awkwardly as her face turned red. "It wouldn't be the best punishment, if you know what I mean." She continued hopefully. Y/N believed that if she explained to the dean what her decisions would entail, she would refrain from acting on them due to the sexual nature of the situation once the girl reacted.

"How wouldn't I have noticed that is the case with you, Y/N? That stunt you pulled when you got your finger to glow was obvious enough.'' The woman sighed as she walked back up to the tied-up girl. "Well, then, why did you bring me here? If you already know it's not going to work?'' The student answered in a whisper when the dean stood in front of her, holding her chin up for the knife to softly drag against her throat, making her hold her breath.

"Who says I intended to make you stop by simply hurting you?" The woman answered as she watched the girl's reaction closely; something in the dean's eyes came off as rather threatening.

Before the girl could ask about what the dean had just said, the woman grabbed her hair from behind and pulled on it roughly, making her look up at the ceiling, and before the girl could even realise what had happened, an odd sensation came over her. Sloppy, wet kisses were being plastered around her throat while the knife slowly dragged around those spots, making the girl moan surprisingly loud.

Y/N had absolutely no clue as to what was happening, but she was everything but complaining. She tried to speak and ask what the woman was doing, but the dean didn't feel like hearing the student out, so she kissed her to prevent her from speaking any further. It was no surprise that the girl took the opportunity with much greed, trying to deepen the kiss with the little control she had over her body.

Lady Lesso grinned through the kiss as she realised the girl's growing need, pushing her tongue into the game to excite her even more. It didn't take long for the both of them to lose their breath, but they both hardly felt the need to quit for a small break. Instead, the woman dragged the dagger across the girl's body, down to where her legs were out in the open, caressing her inner thighs with the blade.

The student trembled with her legs the moment she felt the cold iron close to her heat, refraining from begging the redhead to get closer. Thankfully, she didn't need to ask, since the dean's warm and slender fingers slowly ground up against her clothed entrance.

Y/N had never had such action before, and it was to no one's surprise that she was incredibly sensitive; a single touch on her inner thigh made her whimper in need with ease, heightening the dean's senses.

The woman continued to tease the girl's warmth until she finally let go of the other's lips, allowing the student's desperate moans to enter her ear.

The moment she began to beg, however, she stopped and let go of everything, standing back and watching the mess she had created in front of her.

Y/N was, of course, terribly confused, which let the woman explain with four words before leaving the room and getting the guards to clean everything up for her.

''You do know, Y/N, that torture is still torture."