The first blow lands with a sharp snap against Jack's skin. Poison wants it to hurt, but he doesn't want to break skin - that's too much to dive into without talking first. He holds back with the next several smacks with the belt, watching the skin get red, watching a few welts rise. He counts them in his head. Six, seven, eight.
He stops at ten and waits, listening to Jack's breathing.
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Date: 2016-05-12 05:47 pm (UTC)He stops at ten and waits, listening to Jack's breathing.