"When I was in the confinement cell, there was a nail lying on the ground which I didn't know of," no one could know with the full darkness one was surrounded and left to spend time in, "I stepped on the nail."
"Must have hurt really bad," his words suddenly turned gentle but Penny wasn't sure if she heard it right, he ran his thumb much more gently, from one side to another which made her heart leap and her body to jerk but his grip continued to be firm around her ankle.
Penny could feel his hand touching her skin, which felt warm on her making her fret.
"Master Damien," she spoke for him to respond with a hum.
"What is it?" what? What was what? He was holding her ankle without letting it go.
"Could you please let go of my leg," she kept her speech to be docile, a certain passive aggressiveness in it where she wanted him to drop her leg but instead of hearing to her request, Damien only ran his finger over her feet.
