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For a moment, Claudia says nothing, dark eyes darting about the scene of the crime, and Victoria’s fingers immediately freeze.
“Puffin, you know what happens when you touch yourself without permission.” Claudia’s voice is dangerously low.
“I thought… well-“ No words come to her mind, brain spluttering and puttering to a halt.
“I don’t want you thinking, puffin.” She says it as if it is obvious. Maybe it is. Maybe Victoria just hasn’t been listening, watching, observing. Her stomach swoops low, and a chill runs over her skin.
Fuck.
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“On your knees,” Claudia hissed, vengeful eloquence slinking through her words and blood like snakes of fearsome ice, with a potency unmatched.
Sharp are the heels that dig into Victoria’s back, a sting of steel, akin to the humiliation ringing through her skin and bones. The carpet is oddly coarse against her palms, but she does not move. Does not flinch. Does not speak out, for words do not lurch forward unbidden when Claudia’s rage is settled over her like a blanket.
Nothing needs to be said between the pair; Claudia’s resolute silence speaks volumes on its own. It’s a punishment, and Victoria is horrifically aware of it.