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The market is, objectively speaking, a miserable place. Precious few of the merchandise are happy to be there, nude and bound and collared - sometimes even caged - free for every prospective customer to examine. Few of the customers are happy either. Prices are high, and the press of so many bodies create a stifling atmosphere.
All in all, it is exactly what Jade had expected. He strolls leisurely through the market, not particularly bothered by what is going on around him. It was one of the reasons he had been chosen for this assignment. Today is his first day at the market; he's meant to speak with the vendors, make connections, and walk away with a cheap but handy acquisition.
He's working on the last part now. It's surprisingly difficult to find someone useful and docile, but still with some spirit left - he does not trust the older slaves who are complacent with the system.
It's during his second time looping through the market that someone catches his eye - for all the wrong reasons. He stops, stares at the familiar figure in front of him, an uncharacteristically surprised expression flashing over his face.
Then he's smiling again. He's still unsure if this is a good turn of events, but perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
"My my, I didn't expect to see you here."
All in all, it is exactly what Jade had expected. He strolls leisurely through the market, not particularly bothered by what is going on around him. It was one of the reasons he had been chosen for this assignment. Today is his first day at the market; he's meant to speak with the vendors, make connections, and walk away with a cheap but handy acquisition.
He's working on the last part now. It's surprisingly difficult to find someone useful and docile, but still with some spirit left - he does not trust the older slaves who are complacent with the system.
It's during his second time looping through the market that someone catches his eye - for all the wrong reasons. He stops, stares at the familiar figure in front of him, an uncharacteristically surprised expression flashing over his face.
Then he's smiling again. He's still unsure if this is a good turn of events, but perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
"My my, I didn't expect to see you here."
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For a moment, Jade is quiet, wondering if he should back down peacefully. But he can't just follow Shinjirou's commands; that would cause him to be seen as weak, and he can't afford that.
"I shouldn't have to compensate for your deficiencies," Jade says coolly. This situation will have to be resolved someday; it might as well be today, when he hasn't invested as much time and effort into Shinjirou as he could have.
He's still hoping that this could be resolved peacefully. Perhaps if he turns Shinjirou's anger and loathing against himself...
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It's the voice in the back of his head that's making him the angriest: kneel, apologize, submit. He growls, staring back with his hackles raised. "Piss off. You don't know anything about me."
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"I know plenty." More than Shinjirou thinks, probably, but he doesn't see the need to reveal the fact he's been digging into his history. "You've told me plenty, and your behaviour now only confirms it."
He takes a step forward. "You're quite the hazard to those around you, aren't you?"
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His voice cracks. "I'm not a hazard, I'm just." Scared. Confused. And he has no fucking clue how to deal with it other than lash out. He knows that. It sucks, he hates it, but as long as he isn't around people, everyone is safe. Shit, he should have left. Live in the woods by himself. He grabs for the closest piece of furniture and throws it to the ground.
"Fuck off!"
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"You're doing an excellent job of proving my point." Shinjirou could have just as easily thrown that at him, Jade realizes. It seems his desire to not cause harm trumps even his anger. But just how long can he hold on to that tenuous control? "You're dangerous. You need to be restrained."
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It's solid and he lets himself be swallowed up in that feeling. Why can't he be like that? Jade's capable of it. Every order bringing relief, no need to figure out what's right or wrong. It's becoming exhausting to keep his aggressive posture up, but he's not about to give up just yet.
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After a quick glance to make sure there are no throwable items within Shinjirou's reach, Jade approaches, slow and careful. He comes to a stop a few paces away from Shinjirou, tension in every muscle of his body. Shinjirou is close to giving up, it seems, but it's possible he'll have one final outburst.
"Someone has to. You're clearly incapable of controlling yourself." It's not entirely true, but it's something Shinjirou believes, so Jade relentlessly preys on it. "Continuing the way you've been, it's only a matter of time before you cause irreparable harm."
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He can't let it happen again.
Jade is here, payed for him even, offered to help. As long as there's someone between him and other people, protecting them by keeping him down, he could live on. Be useful in a twisted way, too. He licks his lips. Just drop onto your knees and everything will be okay.
"Try me," he says instead.
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It's not what Jade wants to hear. He lets silence settle over the two of them, heavy and stifling, as he wonders whether or not to take another risk. Then he remembers that note of breathless desire in Shinjirou's voice.
Slowly, deliberately, he turns his back in Shinjirou and walks away. "Come, Irvin," he says, and the dog rises to his feet immediately. "Heel."
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"Tch. You're just inviting an attack now." Why.
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"Tell me."
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"I'm letting you go. I don't see much point in keeping someone so unwilling to change. Assuming all goes well, someone will take you back to the market tomorrow." He pauses. "Unless you'd rather be turned out into the streets now?"
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Shivering, he walks up to Irvin and gets down on all fours beside the dog. His eyes are set on the ground, head hanging low. He can't talk anymore, he's choking on his own tongue. This is his place, this is where he belongs. No better than a dog.
But ... dogs are good. They can be trained, they can make their owners happy. He releases a hitched breath. It's Jade's decision, like everything else. To demand that he should listen to Shinjirou's begging now -- don't do it, keep me -- would just be another mistake.
He keeps his mouth and eyes shut, waiting.
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Nevertheless, his victory is tainted by a hint of unease - this is a heavy responsibility, he's being entrusted with the keeping of Shinjirou's body and his mind. But Jade pushes his feelings aside. Neither of them have any choice; he'll simply have to do the best he can.
"Go back to the bedroom," he says at last, his voice carefully devoid of any emotion. "Face the wall, and cross your hands together above your head."
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He makes no assumptions about what's going to happen next. Whatever it is, it's going to be the right choice for him. His mind empties, is filled with the simple texture of the wall, his breath shallow but evening out again. This is good. Sickly sweet warmth fills his stomach, every cell, because this is as much giving up as it is giving in.
There's nothing to hide behind. No way to pretend later he wasn't sober, wasn't in a right state of mind. Fully awake and having spent hours thinking about the situation, and he's come to this conclusion.
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He leaves the dog gnawing happily on a chew toy and steps into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a quiet thud. As expected, Shinjirou is standing quiet and obedient against the wall. Jade's eyes sweep over the long expanse of his body, taking in every single inch of bared skin.
"Keep your hands there. Don't move." The whip feels warm now, but the blood that pulses in his head feels warmer still. That dizzying sense of intoxication is back, like a fine wine that smoulders through his veins, and Jade has to breathe deeply, steadying his hand.
"This isn't punishment," he says. Then he brings the whip whistling through the air, cracking squarely across Shinjirou's back.
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Jade catches him just as he's about to inhale --
Shinjirou wishes he could scream, but he chokes on his tongue and all that comes out is a broken ugh. A searing heat spreads from the angry line the whip has left on his back, skin flaming up. The pain blinds him, tears stinging in his eyes, and he takes quick gulps of air to make up for the momentary loss of oxygen.
It's soothing, having his frustration taken care of like this. He allows his cheeks to stain, standing still apart from trembling lightly. This isn't punishment, Jade is right about that. It can't be, because then he wouldn't be relieved, would he? Wouldn't wait for the next hit without trying to prepare himself for the impact.
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Two. A second line appears next to the first, with less than an inch between them. Jade frowns, dissatisfied. He had wanted the two lashes to be side by side.
"Do you understand why I'm doing this?" He adjusts his stance, watching Shinjirou tremble and forcing himself to feel nothing - no hesitance, no guilt, no exhilaration.
Three.
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"I, I'm not sure?" His voice is raw, just like his back, or so he imagines. It certainly feels like skin's tearing. The third time, his scream pitches high enough to let an echo of it ring through his head, ears pulsating. His chest heaves, and for a second he isn't sure that up is still up and down still down.
Once the world has stopped turning, he whimpers, "To help me."
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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.
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Then he screams in agony again, face twisting up. New warmth trickles down his back, wet spots blooming on the tender skin. His world's melting at the edges. Welcoming it with a sigh, he checks his posture. Today, he's been a disappointment. It's time to change that -- and Jade's giving him another chance. A way to get the anger out of his system, to mellow out. And he can feel it wash over him as the desperation floods out, with every cry.
Acceptance. Serenity.
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Five. Six. Seven... Fifteen lashes. By the time he's done, his arm is aching, but it's nothing compared to the pain in his ears and the throbbing in his head. He's been careful not to break skin again, but the last blow he lands almost directly on top of the previous one. Jade watches, struggling to remain detached, as blood seeps from the shallow cut, mingling with the previous trickles. It drips down Shinjirou's back and towards the whip, a deep crimson that Jade can't help but find beautiful, even now.
He's tired, all of a sudden. The whip is lowered to his side, a few drops of blood rolling from its length to splotch onto the wooden floor.
"That's enough," he says, careful not to betray any hint of his weakness.
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As if sedated, it takes his brain about a minute until Jade's words compute. This is it, they're done.
Reluctantly, Shinjirou lowers his arms. The movement presses more blood out of the open cuts and he hisses, but doesn't falter. Before he turns around, he glances over his shoulder, allowing Jade to watch for another moment. Nervous twitches run through his nerve endings; it tickles.
Slowly, with the aid of the wall, he brings himself to his knees. Even more slowly, he crawls towards Jade. He's been sweating and crying the entire time and doesn't want to stain Jade's clothes -- but he's overcome with the need to nuzzle his leg, like an animal, and does it despite his wet face. His voice is broken. This is the only way he can show his gratitude.
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But then Shinjirou starts nuzzling at his leg, and Jade knows he's alright for now. It's strange to have someone pressed up against him like that, stranger still to feel wetness soaking through the fabric of his slacks. But it doesn't inspire revulsion as he thought it would; if anything, he feels calm, almost peaceful.
Quiet and analytic, he looks down at Shinjirou, trying to determine if his actions are that of gratitude or a plea for mercy. It feels more like former, and Jade has to wonder if what he's planning to do next is necessary.
He bites down the good boy that rises to his throat, forcing his expression into a cold mask. With a swift movement, he kicks Shinjirou, carefully calculated to startle him rather than cause injury. He's had enough of that.
"I didn't tell you to stand down yet."
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