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Slave misbehaving? Can't be bothered to go back to your Domus to disclipline them? Come to Gaius Quintus's Punitorium, and we will take care of it! Located right next to the Flower Market, we are the most esteemed and trustworthy Punitores in the whole empire. Satisfaction guaranteed!
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“I’m making breakfast. How do you like your eggs?”
“Oh,” she says, flustered again — god this girl is easy to work up — “you really don’t have to, Mr. — Dr. — Jack.”
He cocks an eyebrow at her. “You’re a guest in my house Samira. I expect you to act like one, and that means eating breakfast when I offer.”
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or: Samira stays with her best friend's dad over spring break
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06 Jun 2026
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Alya awakes to find herself in a predicament, with two sadists and all sorts of toys.
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The place where he’d marked her all those years ago with his curse thrummed and whatever was stuck there dislodged like a clot in her veins and she knew immediately she was fucked as she felt a piece of Dolohov’s soul, feral and guided by the moon, disperse throughout her body while the bond she created snapped into place and tethered them.
They’d performed the ritual perfectly.
It was supposed to be his leash.
or, in her attempt to protect werewolves, especially the children who were afflicted during the war, Hermione makes a lot of (bad) choices that result in a soul bond to Antonin Dolohov. He's a werewolf himself and he ain't mad at this turn of events.
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07 May 2026
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The pain isn't the worst thing about the arrangement. There's the constant threat of the wooden pole right under Starling, and the way there are only the ropes supporting her body. If the mechanism fails… if the inquisitor's hands slip… Starling chokes on another sob and squeezes her eyes shut, but that only makes her more aware of the ropes biting into her flesh and the wooden poles keeping her limbs fixed into such a humiliating, helpless position.
"Are you ready to repent?" the inquisitor asks again and turns the winch slowly. His hands are steady and sure, the muscles in his bare arms bulging as he pauses to hold the winch in place. His face is hidden behind a black, featureless mask: only his eyes are visible. They are a startlingly pale shade of blue, as cold and unreadable as the winter sky as he observes Starling's suffering.
"F-fuck you," Starling spits out, a furious snarl replacing the despair on her face for a moment. "I will never… a-aah! Fuck, fuck! You m-monster!"