Bandages

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet", halting her footsteps she turned around and looked at Greta to receive a glare, "now where was i" Eliot said while turning his head to face Greta, as The smirk he wore dropped, now holding an angered expression.

"And you! You dared to disobey my orders, after everything I said, you decided to turn deaf ears to my warnings"

"N-no my lord i-" "SHUT UP!!!" Eliot shouted at the top of his voice in anger and complete rage

*SLAP!*

The sound of his hand hitting Greta's cheek was heard clearly that had Zoe's eyes widened in shock

"Lord Eliot!" Greta held her cheek in her hand, glaring equally at Zoe. The force had been hard to have her staggering back. Greta couldn't believe that Eliot would slap her for Zoe's sake. In the mansion Greta was known as the head slave because she was promoted by Eliot, and because of the promotion she got, she was infatuated with the fact of Eliot begin in love with her.

"I don't slap women, but you left me no choice, if you ever do something like this again, I will do more than a slap. Keep your hands off her. She is my pet," Eliot glared down at her. Zoe could tell that he wanted to do more than a slap. "But I thought you were in love with me!" Greta shouted without breaking a sweat. The confession made Zoe's breath hitch in her throat causing her to choke out loud.

*#COUGH #COUGH*

'What's wrong with her isn't she scared that Lord Eliot will tear her apart. LOVE? Does she know who she's talking to?' there was one thing she did wrong and it was falling in love with her master, he was cruel, cold hearted, and he didn't show mercy for any mistakes thought Zoe to herself, "my Lord I was just obeying the laws of the mansion. She doesn't deserve your care! She's just a bloody bi-"

Another slap was heard making her flinch. The slap being harder than the previous one which had her lips split enough to have her bleeding. Walking away Eliot held Zoe by the hands leaving Greta to stand in agony "I swear I'll get you back for this Zoe!" Greta shouted.

Eliot walked angrily towards his room. Although Eliot had saved Zoe from Greta's madness he wasn't acting like someone that had saved her from death by flogging, instead while walking, he pulled her roughly making the pain on her back increase.

…

Opening a side of the door Eliot stepped inside the room as Zoe followed next to him.

Closing the door behind him, he sighed, walking slowly towards the bed, as he sat down slowly while holding his bleeding palm, Zoe who was walking behind him, just stood there quietly, not wanting to make him more angrier than he already was, but unknowingly to her the person who she thought was angry, stared at her with the side of his lips pulled up in a grin.

Noticing Eliot's hard gaze on her, she raised her head, their eye's meeting, with her breathe that had oddly trapped itself inside her chest as they stared deep into each other's eyes with the seconds that had passed, before Eliot slowly narrowed his eye's at her, "are you crazy, breath! You shouldn't murder yourself before I do", 'what does he mean by 'before I do'

Zoe was confused with what he said, but didn't show it "do you want to bleed to death? Stop staring and get me a first aid kit", 'I didn't even say anything'

Zoe who was staring at him immediately shifted her gaze towards his blood filled palms, 'can a vampire bleed to death? I think I should wait a little, maybe before then he would have lost consciousness' Zoe thought to herself

"Just know this, before I die you'll die first", Zoe's eyes went wide with what he said, 'I knew it. He plans on killing me', "Master Eliot I would like to give you the first aid kit, but the problem is that I Just don't know where it is"

Eliot gave Zoe a small glare, before talking "check in the lower drawer" he said pointing towards a small leather table. Bowing her head Zoe slowly walked to a small white leather table that sat close to the bed, as she bent down to open the lower drawer, hissing slightly when she felt her back burn in an unbearably painful way. Zoe looked into the drawers to see papers, a shiny gold pen and a silver neckless, looking again she finally spotted the kit, taking it out she closed the drawers, as she stood up with the kit in her hands, walking back to where Eliot sat, Zoe stood there for some minutes with her aching back not knowing what to do.

"what are you waiting for sit down, are you going to stand while making use of the kit?", Eliot said looking at her impatiently, Zoe hesitated a bit before going to sit, but her mind wasn't with the idea of sitting beside him, rather it was on sitting on the floor, 'not this time psychopath', but before she could sit on the floor, Eliot had swiftly grabbed onto her waist, as he pulled her onto his laps, making her wince in pain due to the wounds inflicted on her, although she felt the pain on her back, she couldn't stop the blush that crawled all the way from her neck to her cheeks, making her face heat up in embarrassment 'doesn't he feels shame'.

Zoe gave him a secret Glare, before handing him the first aid kit, "unbutton your shirt" 'what?!' Zoe thought to herself, "listen here kitten, if you don't want to bleed to death or infect your injury, just do as I say", Zoe hesitated as they stared at themselves intently, but Eliot waited patiently.

Finally, Zoe slowly unbuttoned her shirt, stopping halfway, as she let the shirt fall from her shoulders to stop above her breast, making her back bare for Eliot to see the wounds inflicted on her.

Eliot didn't mind Zoe's actions because it always amused him. He helped her with her wounds. Dabbing the cotton while making her sit on his lap with her back facing him, as he Applied the disinfected on the sides of her cheeks. Every touch on her face had her wincing which made Eliot angrier, with the thought of slapping Greta again for satisfaction.

"You need to keep still kitten. Just a little more," he said, pressing the cotton on her skin which had swollen. It would take some time for the swelling to come down, the wounds which was discolored would take more time before it would fade away.

He was done cleaning her back, and this time there was not a single word of protest that came through her lips. She sat there quietly without many words as if in a state of daze.

Zoe had been lost in her thoughts at what had happened, running the scene that took place a few hours ago over and over again as the pain continued to ink her mind that came with every touch of Eliot on her skin.

She could feel his hands that were gently moving back and forth, his eyes staring at the open wounds on her back, as he took the bandage from the kit, slowly stretching his hands through her back and into her shirt, wrapping the wounds round her waist and on her back before placing it on her shoulders.

Zoe's face had completely flushed with red 'when will this be over' she thought to herself feeling embarrassed, with Eliot's hands on her skin, which continued touching her.

When Eliot finished wrapping the bandages, he waited so that she could properly button up, before giving her the kit, as he placed the back of his bleeding palms on her lap gesturing her to take it "you can start now", Eliot said putting out his bleeding hand for her to wrap, 'there is no way I'm dressing that palm, he is going to bleed and die in front of me!' Zoe thought.

Trying to sit on the floor, with the thought of waiting till her master died so she could run, Zoe struggled but her attempts were of no use, his grip on her waist was stronger than her attempt, so she stopped trying, 'perverted scumbag!' "What was that?" Eliot said narrowing his eye's at her, "Huh… nothing" Zoe said trying to push the subject away

When Zoe touched his palms she could see a hidden smirk underneath his face, 'pervert', she thought again to herself, bringing the first aid kit closer, as she slowly opened it, looking into it, to see if she could find any disinfectants.

Taking out the disinfectant and some cotton from the kit, she poured some of the disinfectant onto the cotton, as she closed the bottle, holding his hands in her palms and slowly dabbed the cotton on the bleeding areas. When the bleeding finally stopped, she took out the bandages, rolling it over the injury and covering the open wound, tying it in an adorable knot, which made the side of Eliot's lip pull up in a grin.

Zoe could notice Eliot looking at her, as she looked from the corner of her eyes, where she didn't fail to notice the grin he wore, "how did you end up in madam Elisabeta's store?" the sudden question caused her to look up at Eliot gaze.

To Zoe it felt like he was trying to penetrate her soul with the intense stares he kept giving her. Knowing that her master was not a person that accepted lies, Zoe made the decision to speak, before he would get angry and impatient and would think to bring up the matter of punishing her, "… it happened when I was a little girl" Zoe said, breathing controllably, to ensure she didn't hold any of her breath in while talking about her past, because she knew that she always felt uncomfortable and out of breath when she spoke about her horrible past.

"It all started when I was young, I lived with my mother in a theater that was owned by my aunt, my mom would always perform from the start of the day till it was completely dark and the sky would be lit with stars. She was a good woman, and she always told me to be good and respect my elders, but my aunt always mocked us for living in her theater-"

Before Zoe could complete her sentence Eliot had already cut her off "I didn't ask for you full life story, just get to the point"

This man was really trying to get on her bad side, Zoe gave him a secret glare that he wouldn't notice before going on with her explanation, but getting straight to the point

"My mom was… murdered by someone, my aunt gave me away to a man, and that was when I was sold into slavery. I was… I was flogged and tourt- tortured. Where I was trapped in a prison, I thought that I was going to be tortured forever but out of luck one day two guards picked me up from the prison claiming that I was part of the slaves that were to be sold" she said leaving out the part of her eyes begin pulled out, and how her sight returned, with her attempts of trying to avenging her mother's death. Zoe had many fears but the one that she feared the most was her losing her sight again.