Dream (part 2)

He took off his shirt and I couldn't even stop my eyes from studying all of his skin on his chest, the hard muscles, and those amazing abs that can bring anyone to spill blood from the heat. I had to examine every side, every mark. This is completely and shamelessly a thorough inspection of my goods. He is mine after all, and I can't let him have any possible injury in his body, any other mark that wasn't mine should be removed.

Everything looked good with his upper part, what about down below? He was looking very satisfied with my eyes belonging to him.

Wait, something was off. His left wrist had a visible cut that was still healing. It was from a blade.

"Wait," I didn't let him undress completely, though, I so wanted to see.

I took his wrist before he could hide it from me.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," he said while avoiding my eyes.