San's Room

@[S] San Hearing your voice clearly, even though you didn't open your eyes, I could tell that you were tired from a session. My eyes light up with rage as soon as I see your grimacing face post mentioning a master used a knife on your back. "Who was it? What's his name?" I demanded to know, gently pulling back the covers and pulling up your shirt, trying to remove the piece of clothing as delicately as possible without you sitting up. "Son of a ." I cursed, seeing that even your front side was scratched, and there was a purple hand print on your hip from where he presumably gripped you to do whatever he wished. "I'm cutting is off. No question about that." I scoff in anger, standing up from the edge of the bed, going to the nearby dresser to look for the after-care medical kit. "He didn't even have the decency to give you after care... God San, you can't see him again."

@[S] Jennie I had been sleeping after a session with a master, my soft breathing made evident by the up and down movement of my chest.The call stirred my from my nap and I just lay there my eyes closed”l am okay Jennie but just in some discomfort,My is sore and I was punshied….and guess what I have a wound all the way down my back due to the selfish assshole who used a knife!” The pppain must have been noticed because when I moved to sit up you stopped me from doing so because I winched. We had been friends for years but you only let me touch you because iii treat you like a sister.

@[S] San After a day and 1/2 of punishment from one of the es mistresses I've encountered, I was finally allowed and relatively well enough to leave my bedroom due recreational hours (between 9am-1pm). I had a weird feeling in my stomach that something was wrong, and it wasn't the fresh knife slices on my stomach, but a supernatural knowing that you were hurt, or in trouble... I don't know, but I was anxious to get down the hall to your room.
"San?" I call your name, knocking gently on the wall as the guard lets me pass, knowing from my bruised cheeks I wouldn't do anything stupid today and just wanted to see you. You space was a bit red cage, and I saw your outline lying in bed. "San? Are you still asleep?" I walk closer to the red bed, seeing you tucked under the covers. My hand goes to your forehead, gently brushing under your bangs as I sit on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay? San?"