Damien helped Penny with her wounds. Dabbing the cotton while making her sit on a chair with his back against the desk of his room. Applying ointment on her face. Every touch on her face had her wincing which made his blood boil in anger.
"Just a little more," he said, pressing the cotton on her skin which had swollen. It would take two days for the swelling to come down, the wound which was discolored would take more time before it would fade away. He was done cleaning her back, and this time there was not a single word of protest that came through her lips. She sat there docile without many words as if in a state of daze.
Penny had been lost in her thoughts at what happened, running the time that took place a few hours ago over and over again as the pain continued to ink her mind that came with every touch of Damien on her skin.
