| Tonight wasn’t the greatest for Bridget. Like any Alpha, he was having to deal with his Rut, which was something the blonde young man never focused heavily on. He couldn’t touch anyone without believing his powers would hurt them so it wasn’t a priority for him to seek out someone to mate with, so to speak. Of course, he was the same as any average person that needed release but how was he able to do that when his mind was constantly focused on harming someone or himself? His grandfather thought it best that he should take care of his Rut properly: by going to a Heat House. As he was turning down a lot of potential candidates as mates and taking care of his Ruts alone, the man felt this was the only solution for his grandson. At least so he could know what it was like to engage in a physical relationship. He didn’t want his grandson ignoring his needs and putting himself and others in further danger by simply being around him. Most of the time, he never noticed if he released his scent. He would always refrain from doing so. No one around him ever said anything so Bridget assumed he wasn’t inconveniencing anyone. Bridget wasn’t against the idea of using a Heat House. He had sided with the idea of having Heat Houses provided for everyone, including special case individuals and the most famous place out of all of them in the city was the Amestia House.
He’d gotten a look at the place before, spoken with those in charge of running the place, and gotten to know those that were willing to work there and provided special care to those who needed it. It would seem there were a lot of new faces that worked there compared to the last time Bridget has been here. If only for a professional reason the first time and not a reason being out of necessity. No one had ever complained about the place and the services provided were always topnotch from the reviews it had. They provided all sorts of after-care surfaces for everyone, tailored to the needs of every specific person. Even so, Bridget personally never saw himself going to a Heat House during his Rut. He always stayed home. Like he wanted to do but his grandfather insisted otherwise. His grandfather didn’t like that he was avoiding people and thus this arrangement for him to be here at the Amestia House tonight was not of his own accord. He wasn’t avoiding people because he wanted to but rather for their own protection. Despite his reasoning, his grandfather was laying it on thick that he couldn’t keep using that as an excuse anymore. So he was here in a building around other people which Bridget found to be a very bad idea. He felt himself becoming fidgety from the moment he arrived, up to where he’d been placed in a room where he sat alone to wait for someone to come to him.
All he could do was sit on the edge of the bed anxiously while twiddling his thumbs. His fear, those nagging thoughts, were clouding his mind. He could hardly focus on wanting to do anything or allowing anyone to touch him. He didn’t request for anyone specific since he didn’t set this up. All of this was done for him. So he hadn’t a clue who was going to come into the room. The room itself wasn’t large by any means. Small but not to where it felt cramped. It had the visible essentials provided that, again, would allow Bridget to take care of things himself but was in a sense “forced” to engage in some form of physical intimacy. Never before had he been with anyone as for the longest time he was just used to pleasuring himself when he needed to. It was rather embarrassing to openly admit something such as that but Bridget never had issues with the idea of self-pleasure. It would seem others around him that knew it’s what he’d done had a problem with it. But they were never understanding of his feelings about his powers acting on their own. It’s happened before and the limiter bracelets he wore around his wrists could only do so much to keep his powers in check. He sighed, continuing to sit on the bed while tapping his foot anxiously. Sweat had begun to perspire around his neck, along with the feelings of tiredness. The usual signs of his Rut beginning to affect him.
He didn’t have to wait much longer as the door opened and in came a beautiful young woman with dark brown hair that had quite a lot of volume to it. She was wearing a simple lingerie outfit that shockingly wasn’t revealing, much to Bridget’s surprise. Though it was her hair he took notice of more than it was what she was wearing. His mind was too focused on other things to pay attention to anything else about her. She was a striking woman but the general presence of another person in the room with him just made him more anxious. He was unsure if the woman noticed but it would seem as if she hadn’t since she wasted no time in making her way toward him and sitting beside him on the bed while flashing a warm smile. She then placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Bridget assumed it was to calm him down but all it did was made him flinch out of habit at the contact. He felt bad about that and hoped she wouldn’t be upset with him about it. “Relax, it’s okay,” she spoke in a soothing tone, “it’s okay for you to be nervous. I just want to assure you that you have nothing to worry about. I won’t do anything that you don’t want to do,” she assured him, her smile remained despite that he flinched when she touched him. She didn’t let this get to her. The comfort of the residents was more important. “My name is Honoka. I’ll be the one taking care of you during your Rut.”
Honoka was sweet. Bridget could see this and appreciated it. Personally, he wasn’t feeling where this was going to lead to. All he could think about was how scared he felt about hurting this poor woman with his powers unintentionally. That’s all his mind was on, but his body was responding differently to how he mentally felt. This showed with him sweating more than he was earlier, along with his breathing becoming shakier. Honoka saw this and carefully began to lean Bridget back against the bed, thinking this would help him relax a little more. All it did was take the blonde by surprise, making him blink a few times in surprise. Honoka may have said she wouldn’t do anything that he didn’t want to do but he couldn’t help but be unsure about that. Moreso when she began unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, exposing his chest to her as she’d begun running her fingers up and down his slightly chiseled muscles. Bridget wasn’t expecting that either. Honoka did surprisingly keep her word that she wouldn’t do more than what she said and despite doing this, Bridget found himself unable to respond to it. Not because he hadn’t wanted to. No, because she took it upon herself to start with this without asking if she could. She kept her ministrations going, albeit very slowly, steady smiling down at him with that sweet smile of hers. All Bridget could do was look away, gripping the covers on the bed with both hands as he tried his best to control his anxiety.
’Try … to stay calm. You’re not … going to … hurt her … you’re not…’ Bridget thought, trying his best to calm himself down, yet his thoughts kept going. ’But I … don’t want to do this … with anyone … it isn’t fair … that I … just can’t…’ The attempt to calm himself down wasn’t working and it showed with the expression he had currently displayed on his face. He was clearly distressed.
Honoka noticed this and proceeded to lay fully beside Bridget, steady caressing his chest with her fingers, her way of trying to calm him down. Get his mind focused properly to not look so scared. She’d been informed of who he was and because she’d decided to be the one to assist him during his Rut, she was not going to do anything unfavorable that would make the Amestia House look bad. Especially considering who Bridget was. That was the main reason why she insisted on being allowed to care for him during his time of need. She’d never gotten an important clientele before and having this opportunity, she was going to do her best to give him everything he needed, wanted, and more. So that he’ll request her all the time. But little did she know, she was in for a rude awakening. “Try to relax, okay? I’m only doing this for now and just waiting for you to tell me when to proceed further,” she assured him, her smile ever-present with her gaze cast down upon him.
The limiter bracelets had already compiled so much output of Bridget's power already to a point they couldn't hold any of it. The very thing that Bridget feared would happen. Whether he wanted it to or not. As Honoka glided her hand down the blonde's chest slowly, doing so created an electrical spark of friction with her being in close contact with Bridget. She only wanted to show him a good time, make him feel good and not so scared, thinking that things were going well. She didn't feel that spark of friction at first but the more she kept caressing Bridget's chest, the stronger that friction became until her hand had been completely shocked by black electricity out of the blue, causing her to cry out in pain as she sat up quickly and held onto her hand which now was shown with her skin damaged by the effect of Bridget's powers. Bridget had sat up as well, not even realizing that his powers had acted on their own since he wasn't looking at her. He could only feel her touching him. But he saw her clutching her hand in extreme pain, tears falling down the sides of her face as Honoka cried softly while trying to figure out what'd just happened.
But Bridget didn't even have to ask what'd happened or if Honoka was okay. He could tell by looking at her hand that she wasn't. That was going to leave a permanent scar and he felt so horrible about that. He had to get out of here. Despite his tiredness and sweating all over, he stood up immediately, while bowing apologetically to the woman, his expression more distressed because of the situation. He was surprised no one heard her scream and wondered if the rooms were soundproof. That was a possibility. "I'm ... I'm so sorry this happened! It wasn't on purpose, I promise it's just ... my powers ... they always do this and I didn't ... want to risk hurting anyone and yet ... I have, I'm so very sorry!" he stood up straight, his tears running down his face but his eyes never left Honoka's hand and the marking she'd now have on her skin. "Please don't hate me... I'm so ... very sorry!" he apologized one last time before bolting toward the door to leave. If his powers could do that much damage to someone's hand, he didn't want to be here to see anyone else getting hurt because of them.
Quickly once out of the room, Bridget ran as fast as he could to get out of the building. He'd come back later to give a proper apology to Honoka and pay for her injuries but he couldn't stay there and attempt to help her while knowing he would only just hurt her again. He'd ran so fast out of the Amestia House that he'd given no one a chance to ask him if anything was alright. He just left and kept running as fast as he could into the darkness. Having no idea of where he wanted to go except to get as far away from there and stay away from people as possible. His distress and anxiety, both were making his powers react and the moment he finally decided to stop running and placed his hand against a lamppost to stop and catch his breath, the light exploded immediately and the glass began to fall which Bridget reacted quickly to get out of the way as to not get harmed if only falling back on the ground in the process. The glass fell on the ground in pieces and scattered in one spot and all Bridget could do was sit there on the ground horrified and feeling helpless. He couldn't even touch anything that was sensitive to being overloaded with electricity. How the hell ... was he going to get home or even call for help ...? |