the longest night

#𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ⸻ indie, semi-selective, mumu, rp sideblog. follows from @forgetmencts. focusing on mature, kink, and taboo plots. medium to low activity. discord available upon request. penned by MEDA (26, cst, she/her).

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Easton, M. ft. Anna.

Based on this plot.

THE BARN WAS QUIET AT THIS TIME OF DAY. ⸻ The strict routine the farm operated under declaring the afternoon hours to be a leisurely time for the cattle to spend outside with their handlers. Inside the pens, the scent musky hay mingled with the faint smell of milk that permeated the entirety of the farm. Dust drifted lazily through the slanted beams of sunlight pushing in through the cracks in the old wooden walls.

At the end of the pen, the stocks sat with the new arrival already positioned and secured to them.

Matthew approached her with deliberate, unhurried steps deafened by the straw on the floor. He stopped just behind her, said nothing, simply observing her as she started to stir —her breath hitching, shoulders tensing as awareness crept back into her limbs.

He circled to her side, fingers brushing her shoulder and down to her breast hanging freely. Her skin was warm beneath the cool barn air, and he nodded to himself as if confirming she’d come through the mild sedative that had brought her here.

“There you are…” he murmured, voice low, steady. “Had a good nap, pet?”

He reached out and cupped the side of her face –tenderly, but firmly enough to guide her attention toward him. He wanted her looking. He wanted her present.

EVEN IN THE DARK ⸻ the correction cells were familiar enough for Andrew to navigate without any trouble. Years of walking these halls had taught him every sound, every shift in temperature, every echo the concrete walls threw back at him. The place never changed. And, truly, neither did the girls.

His steps were steady as he made his way toward the final door at the end of the corridor —the isolation cell the new arrival had been confined to for the past two weeks. Standard procedure. Strip away the noise of the outside world so the program could start with a clean slate.

He paused outside the door, glancing down at name printed on the slim folder in his hand. A name he’d heard more than once these past few days, always accompanied by a mixture of exasperation and curiosity from the staff. A wealthy family, tired of their daughter’s chaos. A long list of disruptions, defiant outbursts, incidents that would’ve landed a less privileged girl in far worse circumstances than this facility.

Andrew let out a quiet breath through his nose, then turned the handle. The door opened with a muted click. He stepped inside, letting the door close behind him with a soft thud. He didn’t speak right away, instead opting to observe the girl on the other side of the room. After a few moments, he finally broke it.

“Good morning, Miss Martin.” he said, his tone even and controlled. “I’m Mr. Ledger . I’ll be your instructor from today onward.”

He moved no farther than a few steps into the room, giving her space while still making it clear he was in control of the environment.

“You’ve completed your mandatory isolation period,” he continued. “From here, we begin the actual rehabilitation program"