~ I looked at him with great confusion as to why I wouldn't be punished. But allowed his hand to approach my face. The soft cloth gently touches my slit open-cut bottom lip. It stung a little but was tolerable I've endured worst, I thought.
Yet, I was taken off by Çory's tender hand. For him being such an intimidating Primary King, his hand was soft and gentle. As he took his other hand to lightly hold my left facial jawline from moving too much.
He cycled the cloth around my chin as both our eyes kept connecting together, on and off. I found his eyes compelling and kept breaking my eyes away.
I didn't like this strange feeling that he somehow mentally signaled to me. There wasn't any way to describe what I am feeling but I knew enough. It wasn't something I wanted to feel.
Whatever this strange attraction is. At least I found it easy to break. I am likely attracted to his killer looks. But I think most hybrid-women would dead to have him clean their wound too. There wasn't any denying his breathtaking appearance. It's only natural to be attracted to him, I told myself.
Yet glazing back into his eyes again. I swear to have seen Cory's expressions showed, how annoyed he is over the incident.
I found it odd, he wasn't going to punish me. In my mind, I thought for sure I'd be punished this time.
As he was studying the wound on my mouth from Rachel striking me. "I'll have to glue your lip, it's a deep cut." Said Cory with a gather frustrated sigh. It's deeper than what I thought."
"Ok," I softly replied.
He then picked up the small white thin finger size bottle and said. "This is a stitching glue. It will seal your lip back together. The process of your skin fusing back will be slightly uncomfortable."
I gestured to understand the procedure would likely be painful. As he broke the seal on the glue. He pulled my lip down gently with his left thumb. Then squeezed the jelled-glue out onto the open wound from his right hand. Next, he pressed my lip together, I felt a tingling pain. It hurt badly enough that it made me squint my eyes just a little. I dig my semi-long fingernails into the edging of the cushion.
Regardless of the pain, I still tried to keep myself focused on him. As I heard him sigh under his breath. From what I could tell by his face he seemed to be showing some rage again. I noticed he took in another deep breath and calmed himself. To me this is weird. Why does he seem so angered that Rachel hurt me? Regardless of what he told me moments ago. In my opinion, she's the real naturally birthed Royal Princess, over me.
It must be the fact he just hates women fighting in his Kingdom that badly. Therefore, it's just a coincidence that I am likely misinterpreting his expressions.
After all, why would he care about a worthlessness nobody like me? I was a female birthed from a tube. Usually, that only means I am here for a hybrid-man's pleasure.
Therefore there is no way I am sticking around to be Cory's doll. I am not going to believe anything, he tells me. Anything he says to me is only lies and I need to keep reminding myself of this.
Again my face squints tightly from feeling this intense pain sealing up my lip. I gripped the cushion and pitched my palm deeply down into it. My eyes tighten harder as the pressure stung into my lip.
Randomly I felt this tender tough cross my upper hand. "I know it's a little discomforting but I need you to roll up your pant leg for me once you're able to," Cory said from seeing her express such pain.
I nodded and wiggled my hand back from feeling his hand trying to hold mine. I didn't wanna fall for his fake charm to try keeping me here.
Once a few minutes of pain passed. I slowly opened my eyes trying not to look too deeply into Cory's eyes.
When I felt better I rolled up my one pant leg. "Yes, it does burn. It's not the same medical treatments the Businessmen use." I stated.
As he examined the cut on my knee, Cory said, "No. It's not. We have different medical treatments that are far more advanced than any other society." After getting a good look at my cut, he added. "This cut looks deep but it doesn't need to be glued." He picks up this square shape white flat sealed wipe, "This wipe will heal it fast. We call it a healing wipe it will burn but it's bearable."