In a dark dungeon, a man screamed in pain as a woman beside him applied medicine to his wounds. His face was hidden beneath a mask and he glared at the woman, who flinched on seeing the anger in his eyes. Even though his eyes were pitch black, she could still sense his fury radiating off him.
"Please forgive this slave, Milord. I was reckless." She kneeled in front of him and the man gritted his teeth before he closed his eyes.
"Be careful." He ordered. His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion and the woman shuddered before she started to treat his wounds again. She was gentle with her touch and did not dare apply more force lest the man should be annoyed again and kill her this time.
The woman knew why he had not killed her the previous time. If not for her exceptional medical skills which he required to treat him, she would have long been sucked dry of her blood and fed on her body.
