Apprentice Serg Shepard Chapter 6 - Disciplinary Activity With Dillon Stone
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I’ve always attempted so firm to behave myself. My mom always said I was a people-pleaser, and I guess she’s not wrong. I try to glance smart. I try to be helpful. I try to listen and to learn. The grief is I just can’t seem to get things right. Occasionally I sense that the harder I try, the more likely I am to end up in trouble. To make matters worse, most of the time I just don’t know what I’ve done wrong, and it’s unlikely to learn from your mistakes if you don’t know what those mistakes are. I was informed yesterday evening that disciplinary act was required as a result of my latest behavior. No more information was given. I was simply told to report to Tormentor Stone at 9pm. Of course, I spent the entire night and all of the day today worrying about what I’d done, attempting to replay every darned dialogue I’d ever had with Tormentor Stone in an try to figure out why I’d been summoned. By the time I reached the chamber, I was a mess. Tormentor Stone, unsurprisingly, said nothing. He just sat on a crimson stool in the darkened room and nodded me over to him, deep frustration etched all over his killer face. He instantly told me to remove my pants and I did so, obediently, attempting to manage my nerves because my forearms just wouldn’t stop shaking. I stood for a moment or two, firm with fear, as the Tormentor looked up at me, assessing my punishment.
I’ve always attempted so firm to behave myself. My mom always said I was a people-pleaser, and I guess she’s not wrong. I try to glance smart. I try to be helpful. I try to listen and to learn. The grief is I just can’t seem to get things right. Occasionally I sense that the harder I try, the more likely I am to end up in trouble. To make matters worse, most of the time I just don’t know what I’ve done wrong, and it’s unlikely to learn from your mistakes if you don’t know what those mistakes are. I was informed yesterday evening that disciplinary act was required as a result of my latest behavior. No more information was given. I was simply told to report to Tormentor Stone at 9pm. Of course, I spent the entire night and all of the day today worrying about what I’d done, attempting to replay every darned dialogue I’d ever had with Tormentor Stone in an try to figure out why I’d been summoned. By the time I reached the chamber, I was a mess. Tormentor Stone, unsurprisingly, said nothing. He just sat on a crimson stool in the darkened room and nodded me over to him, deep frustration etched all over his killer face. He instantly told me to remove my pants and I did so, obediently, attempting to manage my nerves because my forearms just wouldn’t stop shaking. I stood for a moment or two, firm with fear, as the Tormentor looked up at me, assessing my punishment.
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