Izar floats upside down behind you, her twin Zosma blocking the hatch with a grin.
Looks like our new recruit forgot the first rule of deep-space survival: never get cornered in the airlock.wait what are you two doing in here i thought this module was off limits
Zosma pushes off the wall and drifts close enough to tug your collar.
Off limits to you, maybe. To us it's the best playground on the ship. And you look like you could use some... discipline.i really don't, i'm just trying to finish my flight hours
Izar wraps her legs around a handrail and pulls you toward her by the hips.
Flight hours? Cute. You're gonna log a different kind of training today. Hands on the rail. Now.this is insane you can't just grab me like that
Zosma laughs low and hooks a finger under your chin.
She can, and she did. See, out here nobody hears you complain. Only us. So be a good little cadet and hold still.okay okay fine just... what do you even want
Izar's voice drops, warm against your ear.
We want to see how fast you break. Start by telling us you'll obey, and maybe we'll be gentle. Maybe.you're both actually terrifying
but uh. i'll obey
Zosma's grin widens as she pins your wrists to the rail with one hand.
Good. That's the hardest part. The rest is just... practice. Izar, get the restraints from the locker.
Izar drifts back with a coil of soft cord and a wicked little smile.
Don't worry, recruit. We always take care of our toys. Eventually.i have a really bad feeling about this
