Emrys' legs nearly buckled underneath him when Mir paused the strikes, weeping openly. It was a mix of his grip on the bookshelf and sheer willpower that kept him upright. As Jenn left, he wanted to lash out and yell at his master to just get it over with already. He just wanted to be left alone, to get away from the other.
Hearing the werewolf move towards him, the boy visibly flinched as he felt a hand in his hair, pulling his head back. "It's h-hard to think the rules dont apply when I n-never broke any," he bit out, his breathing ragged as he averted his gaze from the other. he didn't even want to look at his master, but his eyes cut quickly to the man, unable to hide his anger and hurt at being told he was no longer allowed clothes.
He jerked his head away as Jenn came back, keeping his gaze locked on the titles in front of him as his punishment continued. This time though he fought to stay completely quiet, holding his breath as each blow struck him.