This… was not good. Actually, that was a light way of putting things, this was horrifying shit that was waking up survival instincts she wanted to forget, this could easily turn into a nightmare.
Of course Booker had to be nice and of course she got fucked over for it. That’s how it all works, people who are good or try to be better get this sort of treatment, and assholes get away with everything. But who could tell she was under the spell now? Maybe if she kept her head low and kept walking home, no one would notice, no one would stop her. Booker was so close to the exit, to get out of the campus and rush back to the safety of her house, her cats and her bear cub. But then she heard someone, a voice behind her that simply said “stop” and that was it. Her body obeyed, frozen in place, the dragon gritted her teeth and awaited. “Don’t even think about it. Don’t even try it. I can and will bite yer hand off.”
Completely naked, Briar shuffled behind the Master who’d ordered her to strip before he’d had his fun with her- she’d hoped he’d let her go after that, but he just commanded that she ‘follow’ and so that was exactly what she did. Not that she’d had much choice in the matter, of course.
Briar very nearly walked into the Master’s back when he stopped abruptly, speaking to someone else. Peering around him, she looked at the redhead who was now frozen in her spot- though it definitely didn’t stop her from talking. “Um, I probably wouldn’t do that if I were you, dear,” she murmured, worriedly glancing between the Master and the woman. The Master spared Briar a withering glance for interrupting before ordering her to her knees, and Briar’s body responded, dropping immediately to the ground. The man then turned back to Booker with a smirk. “Is that right? Let me see you try then,” he goaded, knowing full well the woman probably couldn’t move.