''Haaa...'' sighing at the warm water touching his skin, Snow cracked his neck tiredly.
When he returned to his room last night, he used the bathroom on his own accord for the first time so he can wash wash his body, sweaty and dirty as it was. After he calmed down enough, he immediately fall asleep. He woke up with a fretted Paul at his bedside because he didn't take his medicine, sleeping too much.
''It was different though.'' he said watching his hands moving in the water, the scent of soft roses in the air.
Even now he can remember all the punishment he faced at his previous Master rules. Corporal punishment were the worst, even worst then not being feed or staying with no water for weeks to no end. Sometimes the whip was his friend, other times blades where friendlier.
In his Ex-Master worst times, he faced...objects. Long with bulbous heads and rigged sides. His throat or his backside where always the main target, his ass the most though. He would sit with them in for days, even performing with them on, the object pressing painfully inside him. Small, long, rigged or plugs, Snow was almost certain that anything would fit in.
Sometimes, when he finished his dance and was left in his cell with those objects sitting snugly in him, Snow would move in a certain way and the head would press on something else. It was like a point inside him that wanted him to feel something other then pain.
''It would still hurt even then...'' he closed his eyes, eyelashes trembling before snapping them open when he felt the same tingle from last night. ''My medicine...maybe that's why.'' he bite his lip till he could taste blood and the feeling disappears.
Snow doesn't understand why those things happen, he doesn't understand certain emotions and feeling most of the time.
Getting out of the bathroom, already dressed and dried off, Snow glanced out of the window to see Paul running around the garden looking very busy. The elder did say he was needed in the garden after the frozen weather from the outside broke one of the statues.
With no know summon from Master and with no Paul in sight, he would just go to dance in one of the Manor rooms or even on the stairwell. Usually.
Today though he was...unsure of himself. He didn't know what he was feeling, he didn't even know what he was doing. Looking around the room he stared at the many books arranged on the shelves. Choosing one of them randomly, he took a seat by the window and tried to read.
He was pleasantly surprised when the book was more filled with pictures then letters. Letters were beautiful but the pictures make him understand the story.
Excited and momentarily forgetting about his previous thoughts, Snow took a fluffy dark blanket and settled on the large windowsill with the book between his knees. Quickly, he become absorbed in the story and for the first time he felt like he was reading and not making things up in his head.
The mad energy that come closer and closer should have been enough of a sign for him. Snow should have taken his head out of the book, the pictures almost moving in his mind. He jumped in fright when Master suddenly entered the room, the man magic looking like black, toxic wisps around him.
''Master?'' Snow asked almost stumbling over him words when realizing the situation.
something happened he thought, instinctively trying to look pleasant and innocent Master had never looked like this before swallowing with difficulty Snow looked down, careful to not make any eye contact with the man.
WHY AREN'T YOU DANCING?
He could feel it almost, the spiteful way Master said it, maybe even thought it.
Looking up startled, Snow whipped his head behind him, gasping at the dark sky. No wonder Master was angry, the sun was down and he didn't dance a single time or even taken his medicine. There were careful meals made by Paul on the table and two vials staring mockingly at him.
WHY HAVEN'T YOU DANCED TODAY?
Master asked again, wording it differently this time but the meaning was the same.
Looking down with shame, he tried explaining himself but like ashes settled on his tongue, Snow choked. He was suffocating under the pressure of his Master magic.
The feeling made him remember of the day before, where the man magic overwhelmed him for the first time and that...experience.
YOUR MEDICINE...
It didn't matter what Snow tried to say, he couldn't even open his mouth, a burning feeling on his tongue. His eyes begin tearing and when he choked again, Master finally subdued himself before getting closer to him. Taking his face between his hands, the warmness enveloped Snow, making him sigh pleasant.
YOU SKIPPED TWO DOSES TODAY.
The words washed over him and when Snow nodded, feeling slightly dizzy from the heat he finally opened his eyes.
Purple clashed with silver. Master appearance wasn't as different if someone didn't look closer. His eyes were changed, the most noticeable feature. His skin was filled with small, purple veins that travelled all over his body. There was this crazy look in his eyes and the only motive Snow didn't fall on his knees and begin begging like the good slave he was, was because of the man's hold on him.
His actions and his eyes were contradicting each other.
CAN YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH?
Master asked but Snow just shook his head again. Even moving his lips hurt. His entire mouth was burning and he didn't know how to stop it. Even though Snow couldn't focus that much on his hurt when Master was there, that didn't mean his eyes weren't tightened in dismay.
Letting him go, his Master walked to the table and took the two vials between his fingers, opening both of them. Snow made a pathetic sound, unheard but pitiful when he realized he needed to open his mouth.
With no hesitation, Master downed the to vials down his own throat before grabbing Snow face and forced his lips open.
A heat mouth, chapped lips and cold liquid travelling down his throat, made Snow catch himself on his Master nape, legs trembling. This was certainly, a way he never thought of taking his medicine.