Yao arrived fifteen minutes later: a medical bag in one hand and an oddly shaped present in the other. Offering the gift to Arthur, he set his bag aside and extended his arms out in anticipation. Finding no one to retrieve his coat, he eyed Arthur angrily.
"I thought she was here now. Why is she not here to take my coat?" He spat.
Laughing manically, Arthur responded. "She only arrived here a few days ago! All of which you know of. She hasn't even been conscious for longer than an hour, you wanker! How do you expect us to teach her anything nonetheless everything within that itty bitty time frame." Continuing his horrendous laugh, "You're crazier than me!"
Huffing Yao ignored the Englishman's crazed laughter, and took off his own coat. Placing it on the adjacent coat hanger, he waited patiently as Arthur's joy died down.
Once it did Yao continued. "Yes, I'm fully aware of her current prognosis. But I have seen Ivan train submissives and slaves alike within 20 minutes. A mixture of dominance, punishment, reward, and love can easily turn anyone into a cock hungry slut within such a little time frame I assure you. Now, if you don't mind I'm busy today. Please escort me to Alfred, so I may leave."
Curious to learn more about Ivan's methods yet in a bit of a time crunch himself given Alfred's current predicament, Arthur wordlessly led Yao into Alfred's location.
Finding the young man already passed out, Arthur sighed. Sad to see that the young man would not be aware of the torture he was sure to endure had he been awake.
Alfred really did love a little pain. Especially when it came to a hotheaded little woman. Arthur couldn't believe how turned on Alfred became with just one strike to the temple. It was so…enticing to see. It was one of the reasons it took Alfred so long to keep up with her. He was a bit embarrassed by his little problem. So much so, it took a little encouragement from Arthur in the form of a few heated words to get Alfred back on track again. But it worked.
It wasn't like Arthur couldn't have done something, no. It was just that he shouldn't have to be the bad parent all the time. It just wasn't fair. So with a flick of his wrist he had made sure Alfred understood that this little episode was all his.
Coming back from his thoughts, he watched as Yao worked gracefully on the injured man. Stitch by stitch, drop by drop, Arthur couldn't help but think how beauty Alfred was in that moment. Pale and bloody, had Yao not been there Arthur would surely have ravished him thoroughly.
Oh well, he wondered. perhaps another time.
As Yao finished, Arthur realized that the gift was still in his hands. Curious he carefully began picking at the gift wrap when Yao's voice struck him.
"It's a doll. A part of Ivan's collection. He made it especially for her when she is ready to take her role. I was hoping she had already done so, but as that is not the case I will have to take the gift back. At least until she is ready. You understand, don't you Arthur?" Yao asked.
Nodding Arthur felt a bit ashamed. He had almost unwrapped a very important present for his little girl. This was her surprise, not his. Eyes focused on the floor, he felt a hand grasp his shoulder gently.
"It's okay Arthur. You're still young and new to all of this. We've all been through it. You'll both learn in time, and draw experience with each passing day. But until then, try to keep yourself controlled. If she were to see you so distraught over a doll, she might laugh. And then the road would only be even harder."
Nodding firmly, Arthur was just about to escort the Chinese man out when he heard a rustling of chains. Considering this a better time than any, he confronted Yao.
"Each time she wakes up, the first thing she does is escape. I don't know what to do anymore. I told Alfred we should just give it some time, but what if it doesn't help? What if it just makes her hate us more? I just don't know what to do anymore." Arthur sighed.
Thinking carefully Yao began, "Perhaps she needs more help than most. Usually in these situations the prospective submissive or slave gives in quickly due to a series of their own fear and hopelessness. They tend to find the situation inescapable, but later find that it is magnificent given that they are allowed the dominance that they have always subconsciously craved. But with your girl it seems that this is the exact opposite. It's nothing you've done, it's just her way. In her case it appears that she uses that same fear and hopelessness to find the courage to escape. I believe it comes from her own pride, and her current inability to give into anyone. It's rather admirable, if she weren't an obvious submissive." Yao pondered.
Desperate Arthur asked, "What can I do? I'll do anything to make her completely mine, Yao. Anything. Just please tell me what I can do…what we should do."
Nodding, Yao divulged the strategy that would surely make everything better. Or at least less bloody…in a less-good way.
A/N: I wrote both chapters within 3 hours, and I've reread them so many times I can't see straight. But I'm so tired at the moment that I'm worried that they are still not right. I'll probably read them tomorrow and see if I need to fix anything...but for now, enjoy? Maybe. Just a little. Tacos...yum.