here comes a consequence - M, outis/nicolina, noncon
"Outis, what did you do?" stresses Dante, with the Barber broken and bloody and dripping cum down her thighs, murmuring ‘my name is Nicolina, my name is Nicolina’ over and over again like a broken record behind them. Dante grips Outis' shoulder so hard that Outis has the urge to slap them away from her, but she resists—there’s always a modicum of restraint Outis has to have with this utter fool of a Manager, no matter how much they bumble and fail and question her.
“There’s a perfectly good explanation,” Outis grits, forcing a smile through clenched teeth, and she reaches up to her shoulder, placing her hand over theirs instead of pushing them away. “Just trust me. You do trust me, don’t you, Executive Manager?”
Even without eyes to reflect back at her, their silence tells her this: Outis has lost their trust (if she’d ever had it in the first place).