Derailed

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Even with a unconscious Evelyn, Narcissa passed hours away massaging her body with healing lotions, avoiding only her neck and butt, she was punished for a reason, it has no point if she didn't remember the consequences of her actions.

Hours later, the couple left the girl alone in her room. Lucius was not pleased to having Evelyn waking up on her own after a spanking, nevertheless it was a part of her punishment as well. The both of them felt the toll of Evelyn's ungratefulness had on their pride, even if Lucius didn't show it as much as Narcissa. 

Speaking of which, the woman was staring at her hand-painted celling plotting how on earth she would wear her cold mask at her girlfriend. In her subconscious, somehow she tried to focus on the argument that Evelyn deserved it, and it was a bit easier when she thought about the red head putting her hands on her girl, but it didn't made it less horrible to picture. Narcissa wanted to love Evelyn at her most, just as she was doing the week before, even if her duty was to act according the punishment she planned with her husband.

The older witch had just a few minutes of sleep, not allowing her body and mind any type of rest at all. Woke, she felt the urge to at least separate Evelyn's clothes for the day, but she was aware if she did it she wouldn't stop on continuing her routine of care with the younger woman, so Narcissa just rolled on her bed, trying to make her eye bags disappear with 5 more minutes of sleep.

As for Evelyn, she woke up 2 hours after her normal schedule due the exhausting session the night before. Without open her eyes, she extended her arms to reach out for Narcissa, and when she didn't find anything, her eyes snapped wide realizing that she was at her room. Alone.

Her heart felt a wave of coldness as her throat close in a knot, she was left alone after Narcissa told her it was all forgiven. On top of that, there was no sight the couple even occupied the room hours before. They really did left her after put her to sleep, and the fact gave her an indescribable uncomfortable feeling, much like anxiety, but this time it was a lot of physical pain too.

Evelyn didn't fell like leaving her bed on that day, she hasn't eaten well the day before and the effects hit her as soon as she moved her body, such as trembling hands or a hurting stomach, nevertheless it was not enough to motivate her to get up and walk thru the house to probably face her partners, and once her wand was taken from her, she had no other option than just ignore her body necessities for now.

She tried to go back to sleep for her stomach ache to go away, but her mind was in one million kilometers per hour. The rejection penetrated in her feelings as the major sensation her body would feel. Her brain started overthink the situation, creating scenarios where the couple would abandon her, maybe just ignore her until she leaves.

The images in her head were getting out of hand, in a point she started to fear face Lucius or Narcissa around the manor, afraid they would punish her again even if she screamed her safeword or just be hateful towards her.

Her own imagination was successfully breaking her heart in a hundred of little pieces, scaring her to death with the thought that it was all over. The panic got worse as she remembered her mother wouldn't want her back, giving fuel to her brain reforce that she had nowhere to go, because she leaved her job to play dolls with a rich woman.

Her mind was way too loud, she hadn't her wand to clear her thoughts and her body started to gave her even more physic reflexions of her feelings. Evelyn tried to hurry up to the bathroom to take a shower in a try to refresh her head, but in the process of getting up, her legs gave up due the muscular discomfort from the spanking, which made her fall on the floor, crying her heart out.

Marie, who was minding her own business noticed the puddle of tears her owner was making on the floor and tapped her little paws on Evelyn's cheek, trying to make the water stop running.

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