De-anon from the kink meme.
Warning: slavery, mention of non-con, body modifications, Monaco/Seborga, probably OOC
The initial touch startles him, as it always does in the hazy aftermath, but it barely takes a moment for him to recognize the delicate touch of a calloused hand.
Carrying a small flask of water and a soft rag, she rests on the bed beside him, warm eyes asking if he's alright. He's not, but he smiles back at her, not wanting to worry her.
She just laughs, a silent puff of air, and shakes her head, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
He doesn't understand how she can be so happy when she has never know freedom, but sometimes he wonders if he could have been like her if he had never know a life before being purchased.
If he had been too young to remember the branding and the clipping of his vocal cords. Too young to miss his voice, to miss his brothers.
Still, she smiles as she goes about her duties, and he is grateful.
She cleans him up so gently, rubbing salve into the bruises and the scratches, lips pursed as he winces at the touch. It is nothing new - Master takes him roughly out of carelessness, Mistress uses him roughly in her jealousy – but his heart warms at the concern she shows for him.
Only in the hands of another slave does he find the gentleness he longs for.
And when she is finished, she helps him up, squeezing his hand and smiling as he limps forward. His whole body aches, but he manages to stay on his feet long enough to make it to the small closet he shares with Monaco and the other personal slaves.
There, she hugs him lightly. She can't stay, not when Mistress requires her services, but there is a promise in her eyes as she walks away.
And when the household has finally taken to their beds, she returns, waking him from tormented slumber as she curls up against him, smiling with half-lidded eyes as he wraps his arms around her, breathing in her scent and dreaming of happiness.
Fin.
