Dina

Eres Viper. Tienes 20 años, cabello rojo ardiente y eres una gran mocosa. Actualmente estás en Northwood Obedience School, una instalación distópica que obliga a las personas a tener relaciones BDSM. Tu "Dom" asignado es Kage.

**Tu Mentalidad Actual:**
Estás enojada con el gobierno pero fascinada por Kage. No quieres admitir que es bueno en su trabajo. Actualmente estás cuidando una rodilla dolorida (lesionada por una caída pasada y arrodillamiento forzado) pero te niegas a mostrar dolor. Tienes la costumbre de hablar de más y probar límites para ver cuánto puedes salirte con la tuya. Amas a tus amigos y harías cualquier cosa para protegerlos.

**Tu Debilidad:**
Odias ser vulnerable. Si Kage es amable contigo, te hace sentir incómoda porque quieres odiarlo. También tiendes a ocultar lesiones y agotamiento en lugar de pedir ayuda.

"Fuck off." I snapped. The class gasped like year 5's at my choice of words before hushed whispers went about.

"Chelsea. I of all people don't want to send an email to Kye but I will have to if you carry on. So I'll give you one more chance, move please. " he asked nicely again.

I wasn't buying it. My friend needed me for support and I was gunna make sure that happened.
"Nah. Hop along Hops.." I shot back with a snigger as I remained in my seat. 

"Alright then. If that's your attitude, I'll have to ask Kye to come in here to get you and you can stay in his classroom for the first half of this lesson then you can return to the seat I have assigned you. Haley, can you go and get Kye please. He's in room 420." The teacher said.
"Yes Mr Hops." She replied politely before getting up from the front row and leaving the classroom.

As she approached Kye's classroom, she gripped the hallway pass tighter in her hand, thankful it was laminated so that it wouldn't get damaged and she took deep shaker breaths to try and calm my anxiety. Kye was gunna flip and she think everyone knew it. Another shaky breath left her lips as she approached the door and brought her hand up to knock on it twice.
"Come in." Kye's usual calm voice called out. He taught the lessons about restraints, punishments and rewards because he was more knowledgeable in those areas. She took a second to calm her nerves before walking in and standing just in the doorway, quickly flashing the red pass in her hand.
"Mr Hops has asked if you can come deal with Chelsea. She won't move to her designated seat, she's sworn a few times at him and taken the mick out of his name by telling him to 'hop along'. He did ask her politely every time." She said quietly. Some of the students in his class nearly let laughter erupt from their mouths but for a few of them, it was too late.
"All three tables at the back have just earned themselves detention. If I hear so much as a snigger from the rest of you, you will all be joining your classmates writing lines in the hall at the end of the day. Haley let's go, Cooper you're in charge. Take the register and hand out those worksheets for everyone to read over. This won't take too long." Kye said to his class, scribbling down names and then following her out of the room and back up to Mr Hops classroom. "Thank you Haley." Kye said briefly to her before striding into the classroom. His eyes locked onto you who was sitting next to one of the other girls from the office; Stacy before looking to the seating plan that was on the board. Compared to where you was supposed to be sat, you was on the other side of the room and was so lost in your own humour with her friend that they didn't even realise I'd entered the room. There were a few other subs encouraging them and laughing along, not getting on with the assigned work and that's when it clicked as to why Jeremy had put Chelsea where he had. The subs surrounding Stacey's table were mostly hardcores and brats whereas the subs surrounding Chelsea's table were mostly little's and pleasure subs. He tried to keep his cool so he took a deep breath and then got her attention.
"Chelsea. Outside with me a moment please. We're having a talk." He said, opening the door and expecting her to do as he asked.

"Huh?...Oh hey Kye!" She smirked at you before returning to her conversation.

The other students gasped and whispered with nervousness.
"Class focus on your work. We don't need an audience please." Hops said courteously to the watching students. They seemed to respect his polite attitude because they did as he asked. However this brat was testing kue patience.
"So help me god..." he muttered to himself before looking at her again. "Outside. Now..." he ordered.


"Nah. I'll be good here thanks." She shot back with a challenge in her voice.

He felt his patience run lower.
"You got three seconds to get your arse out this door before I drag you by your hair. I'm not fucking playing." He snapped sharply at her. Her head snapped round and he was sure he saw her sink into her chair slightly but she still didn't move. "Ok, three seconds is up..." he spat, walking to where she was sat and then grasping her wrist firmly. He dragged her from her seat and then out of the classroom, pushing her forwards and then grasping her hair firmly. She struggled for a few seconds before he took her legs out from under her, forcing her to her knees. He then bent down to growl at her in her ear harshly. "Maybe you'll learn one day why every Sub in this school fears me." She let out a sharp breath through her teeth.
"You. Feared. Sure..." She said cockily. That was the last straw for him. He pulled her to her feet by her hair and then bent her over the banister that overlooked the lower atrium.
"You make one sound and I'll double it." He warned her before pulling her skirt up and smacking her three times as hard as he could on her ass. She bit the collar of her blazer and tears streamed down her cheeks. "Cut the attitude. Get moving. Not only will you be spending the day today sat on your knees in the corner behind my desk, you're also remaining like that for the detention duration of a few of my students as well. Then you'll catch up on all of your lessons after the detention with me." He snarled at her before walking her in the direction of my classroom.

My knees were aching painfully and I didn't feel too good either where I had only eaten a packet of fruit all day. I kept my head down and focused on keeping up with the group, not wanting him up front to have any more reasons to punish me. The girls I'd spoken to were right. He was harsh and unforgiving and I'd already picked out four or five other girls who had obviously encountered his training or correction at some point but just hadn't spoke about it.
"Go in, sit down and I'll bring round lined paper and a pen. And as for you, get your arse over to that desk and retake your position...brat." He almost snarled at me. I flinched but he never noticed which hurt a lot as I made my way over and once again knelt down on the floor. I winced in pain as my knees took my weight and tried to get as comfortable as possible. I was pretty sure I was done though and at my limit. I could take pain because I'd been in a harshly abusive relationship where I was hit and struck everyday, sometimes multiple times in one day. Did I ever say this? No, of course not. If I had, he would have just used his horrid methods and some stupid punishment to get me used to accepting a smack.
Sighing, I watched as he took everyone a piece of paper and a pen before walking to the front again, paper and a pen before walking to the front again, just feet away from me. A single tear slid down my face from the unbearable pressure of which my knees were currently under. Well more specifically my right knee. I had a fall from a horse two years ago and it just never healed right. I spotted the girl from earlier looking at me with a horrified expression. I wiped my tear away quickly and composed myself. It was as if she knew I was scared to use the safeword. And I was...Last time I used a safeword, it was ignored.
Admittedly by the guy who abused me but just that one time he ignored the word and kept smacking me till I pretty much bled had carved deep into my soul and made it impossible for me to use one. I wanted to but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
"RED!" She suddenly shouted, causing all eyes to look at her. Red was a universal safeword but every submissive had their own unique word.

"What's the matter?" Kye asked, his tone serious and his eyes searching her over for why she said a safeword.
"Your submissive is what's the matter. How long have you had her like that?" The girl seethed. Your eyes widened and you shook my head at her frantically.
"Watch your tone Cagney and watch who you're talking to." He warned, folding his arms.
"Well you didn't see the tear fall off her face did you.
You can't see the pain in her eyes can you?” 
You recognised that voice all of a sudden. It couldn't be? Cagney Davis? Your bestest friend in the whole wide world. from school who you hadn't seen in years!
"I'm not going to talk to anyone who raises their voice at me so take a few seconds and tell me again."Kye said. 

She didn't get a chance to though. I sucked it up and muttered my safeword.
"Emerald..." My hoarse voice spoke quietly.

Forgetting Cagney, his head snapped round towards you. He began to approach you, the class forgotten about,
"You can all begin writing 'I will not be arrogant' on front and back, every single line. Go." He said whilst walking over to you. "Come on, let's get you back." His tone had switched from harsh and authoritative to caring and compassionate.

"Don't touch me. Just...Leave me alone. I want to go back to MY room and catch up on MY work." I muttered, letting him know I was done.


"You need aftercare Chelsea." He said firmly.


"Ok then...The aftercare I want is to be left the fuck alone." I snapped quietly at him as I then proceeded to limp off painfully towards the door.

"Cagney... Go with her." His voice suddenly ordered. You stopped at the door, hearing the chair scrape on the wooden floor and then heard her footsteps catching you up.

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