The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Merrill]

Moving slowly but not hiding her approach, Merrill attempts to wrap her arms around Carver. She approaches on the side opposite the knife, hoping that will make him more willing to accept her hug.

[Carver Amell]

Carver starts, opening his eyes, pulling away just a hair as he orients himself. "Merrill," he whispers, shoulders slumping as he recognizes her. 

"I can't just-- there's nothing to-- I can't."

[Merrill]

"Kiss?" Merrill offers, stretching up towards him but not closing the gap. He needs me. He needs me still. He's so strong and sure now, but... he's still hurting inside. Maybe... maybe... The idea of that, the idea that a relationship with Carver would be more than just him protecting and paying her way in exchange for sex and... praise perhaps, warms something in her. The idea of being his... if not his equal, then at least his partner.

[Bethany]

Beth bites her lip, hoping that Merrill's offer is more successful than her own pleas. The dark part of her that gets bitter about yet again failing to be his hero is still there, but she realizes it now and hates it. Caver is what's important. Please just help him.

[Carver Amell]

He shakes his head. "I-- I need-- I feel numb, empty. I need to bleed."

[Merrill]

Merrill considers this a moment, then shrugs. Letting go of him partially, she lowers her hand, then whips it up, cracking him across the mouth. Wincing, she asks anxiously, "was that okay?"

[Bethany]

"Merrill!" Beth yelps, eyes bulging in shock. "What the fuck?"

[Carver Amell]

His head recoils; he makes no move to hurt her, just breathing deeply, in and out.

After a long moment, he lets out a low, dark laugh. "I love you," he says, his voice holding something dark and twisted in it. 

[Bethany]

Beth gapes for a moment, then snorts. "Yeah, I guess that would probably work," she mutters, rubbing her forehead. "Ummm. Find somewhere you can... bend over for a bit. Buttocks and thighs are... good spots for that sort of thing. Painful but little chance of permanent damage. Don't... don't go too far today, alright? Please? Promise me, both of you?" Roland can explain more later, I think I should... not be the one to do this.

[Merrill]

Merrill blinks slowly, a bit puzzled. "Umm. D-did that... help?" she asks hesitantly.

[Carver Amell]

Carver swallows. "She-- you'll let her hit me?" he asks, in a hushed whisper. "I-- I assumed you would-- what about.. maybe.."

Swallowing again, he leans forward to whisper in Merrill's ear: "maybe you could tie me up and hit me some more? P-punish me for being bad?"

[Bethany]

"It's... it's not the same," Beth says quietly, feeling a bit awkward. "This isn't... a good motivation for it but spanking isn't that uncommon. As long as you promise to... to keep trying to move forward, to talk about things and... heal," she finishes weakly. "Then... then it's better than other options."

[Merrill]

Merrill blinks a few times. "You... you w-want me to... tie you up and spank you?" she asks, wanting to be clear. The idea is... interesting, and her tone is curious and cautious, without a hint of disgust in it.

[Carver Amell]

Carver nods, silent, swallowing again.

[Merrill]

Merrill considers this for a moment, then nods slowly. "Okay... but I want to try too," she whispers back. "Especially the... tied up p-part," she admits, flushing.