master kat and Bryant

i think i love you

He looked at her the next morning, his eyes tracing the bruises he had left on her fragile skin. Each mark was a stark reminder of the previous night's horror, and guilt gnawed at him. She lay there, her body tense, flinching every time he moved even slightly closer. The room was filled with an uneasy silence, heavy with the weight of unspoken apologies and shattered trust. He wanted to reach out, to touch her gently and tell her he was sorry, but he knew that words would never be enough to erase the damage he had done. She turned her face away, unable to meet his gaze, her tears silently falling onto the pillow. The distance between them felt insurmountable, a chasm created by his own hands. He stood there, feeling helpless and ashamed, realizing that he had become the very monster he had promised never to be. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a harsh glare on the reality

Kat woke up the next morning and, seeing Bryant, her heart raced with fear. She scrambled out of bed and ran to the corner of the room, hoping to find some semblance of safety. But Bryant was quick, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her back. She screamed in pain as he pulled out his belt, the leather snapping through the air before it struck her skin. "Don't run!" he yelled, his voice filled with anger and dominance. She cried out, her sobs echoing in the room as the belt came down again and again. Finally, he left the room, leaving her trembling and broken. The elder, Master Wood, entered shortly after, his eyes cold and calculating. "How is she?" he asked, his tone devoid of empathy. "She can't listen," Bryant replied, frustration lacing his words. The elder nodded, a slight frown crossing his face as he considered the situation. Kat lay there, her body aching and her spirit crushed, wondering how much more she could endure.