[There's no need to respond to the message, of course. Just being there on time is enough. But she stares at it for a long while, brow furrowed, a stirring of discomfort in the pit of her stomach. What does he want? The fact that he's messaging her now...well, she can't imagine that it's a coincidence.
Elias Bouchard doesn't seem to be the kind of man who's prone to coincidences. She leaves her scarf in her apartment before heading out to the appointed location. There's no point sitting around, so she'll be a bit early this time, waiting with her black coffee.]
[Strolling in, he pointedly takes the time to order his own coffee and has it in hand before joining her at the table. There, he takes a sip of the drink before resting his hands in his lap. There's a look of disapproval on his features this time. Or is it...disappointment?]
[Unable to help herself, her eyes follow him from the moment he steps inside to the moment he steps down. It's probably giving him what he wants, but maybe in the moment that's for the best. What she wants, what she wants to say is that she doesn't know what he's talking about. But he gets so straight to the point that there's little use. The corner of Agnes' mouth twitches slightly before she can think of what to say.]
And yet, you did not resist. Thus, that part of our contract was broken and a punishment is in order. The one who removed your collar will be dealt with as well.
[A simple contacting of the authorities sufficed for that.]
It is your punishment I will need to attend to right now.
Something he should have called your Dominant for, wouldn't you agree? Since you are meant to be in my care?
[The disappointment seems to grow as he takes another sip from his cup.]
He helped you to violate the terms of our contract so a punishment is required for him. As for you, I have something for you. It will be a warning this time to never test your boundaries again unless you desire more severe consequences.
[Pale eyes look up at her and he waits a moment before speaking again.]
Have you ever seen what they do to rehabilitate someone, Agnes?
[As the question is asked, her mind finds itself forced to suddenly remember those details. The torture both sexual and otherwise to twist people into obeying. The utter humiliation of it and how creative the various punishments can be. All in excruciating detail as if she is there seeing it for herself.
It helps that he's visited the center on more than one occasion to learn all this.]
[Agnes tries to imagine having asked Elias for help with what she had been experiencing. It's not as if she was even thinking rationally at the time--her whole life felt completely reversed. More than just her life, even. It was inconceivable. She'd just grabbed onto whoever she'd been able.
But there's no use trying to justify what happened. She doesn't have the chance to before Elias keeps talking. His game plan is already set, and her thoughts of trying to protect Jon from his own involvement in the incident fades under the coming onslaught of information.
She can see it, like his memories are her memories.
Agnes has seen terrible things before. She's watched houses burn with people still trapped inside. Seen the flesh sear off of a body. Breathed in anguish and despair. She feeds from it. But these things don't bring her pleasure.
And seeing this pain, this humiliation, it makes her feel sick. Things that she can't properly understand or reconcile are just inside of her now. Inside of her head. Their feelings are hers, now.
Her fingers are clenching too tightly around her coffee cup as the coffee boils and boils and boils.]
[He stops because he can see she has gotten the warning. Elias casually sips at his coffee then brushes off a bit of dust not even there from his sleeve.]
Keep in mind that this was just a warning. I will be more forceful next time if you push things. Even if it is another who has "helped" you.
[With that, he rises to his feet, picking up his coffee so he can take it with him.]
[Agnes doesn't say anything. She sits, and she stares at her coffee as it slowly evaporates under the force of her touch. And then she puts a hand to her forehead, breathing deeply.
It isn't until the staff tell her they're closing that she realizes the entire remainder of the day has passed.]
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Meet me at this location in an hour.
[And he leaves her an address to coffee shop.]
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Elias Bouchard doesn't seem to be the kind of man who's prone to coincidences. She leaves her scarf in her apartment before heading out to the appointed location. There's no point sitting around, so she'll be a bit early this time, waiting with her black coffee.]
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Agnes, I thought you were better than this.
[He sighs and shakes his head.]
I am aware of you removing your collar.
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I'm not the one who took it off.
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[A simple contacting of the authorities sufficed for that.]
It is your punishment I will need to attend to right now.
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He was just trying to help...I felt sick.
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[The disappointment seems to grow as he takes another sip from his cup.]
He helped you to violate the terms of our contract so a punishment is required for him. As for you, I have something for you. It will be a warning this time to never test your boundaries again unless you desire more severe consequences.
[Pale eyes look up at her and he waits a moment before speaking again.]
Have you ever seen what they do to rehabilitate someone, Agnes?
[As the question is asked, her mind finds itself forced to suddenly remember those details. The torture both sexual and otherwise to twist people into obeying. The utter humiliation of it and how creative the various punishments can be. All in excruciating detail as if she is there seeing it for herself.
It helps that he's visited the center on more than one occasion to learn all this.]
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But there's no use trying to justify what happened. She doesn't have the chance to before Elias keeps talking. His game plan is already set, and her thoughts of trying to protect Jon from his own involvement in the incident fades under the coming onslaught of information.
She can see it, like his memories are her memories.
Agnes has seen terrible things before. She's watched houses burn with people still trapped inside. Seen the flesh sear off of a body. Breathed in anguish and despair. She feeds from it. But these things don't bring her pleasure.
And seeing this pain, this humiliation, it makes her feel sick. Things that she can't properly understand or reconcile are just inside of her now. Inside of her head. Their feelings are hers, now.
Her fingers are clenching too tightly around her coffee cup as the coffee boils and boils and boils.]
Stop it.
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Keep in mind that this was just a warning. I will be more forceful next time if you push things. Even if it is another who has "helped" you.
[With that, he rises to his feet, picking up his coffee so he can take it with him.]
Have a pleasant day, Agnes.
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It isn't until the staff tell her they're closing that she realizes the entire remainder of the day has passed.]