This time, the whip doesn't come down. Instead, Jade steps forward, brushing the edge of the braided leather along the latest weal in a gesture that was almost gentle.
"Precisely." Shinjirou's screams are still ringing in his ears, but he doesn't allow that to deter him. Shinjirou doesn't seem to understand the purpose of this exercise, if his first - more honest - response is anything to go by. But he'll allow him to pretend. It's of no use if Shinjirou doesn't figure it out on his own. Perhaps it won't work for him anyway; maybe he won't find pain to be a facilitator of atonement, or maybe this sort of pain is too intense for him to learn to enjoy.
It doesn't matter. As long as he drives home the fact that Shinjirou is his, he would have achieved his purpose here.
Jade steps away again. This time, when the whip comes down, it's in a different angle, cutting over the previous three lashes.
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"Precisely." Shinjirou's screams are still ringing in his ears, but he doesn't allow that to deter him. Shinjirou doesn't seem to understand the purpose of this exercise, if his first - more honest - response is anything to go by. But he'll allow him to pretend. It's of no use if Shinjirou doesn't figure it out on his own. Perhaps it won't work for him anyway; maybe he won't find pain to be a facilitator of atonement, or maybe this sort of pain is too intense for him to learn to enjoy.
It doesn't matter. As long as he drives home the fact that Shinjirou is his, he would have achieved his purpose here.
Jade steps away again. This time, when the whip comes down, it's in a different angle, cutting over the previous three lashes.