Aslan Need Some Attention

"I'm in pain," said Aslan briefly.

"Oh yeah? Which part?" Rosie asked with her hands on her hips.

Aslan took Rosie's hand and placed it against his chest. "Here."

"Didn't you scream earlier that your hand hurt?"

"Yes, my hand hurts too, but here, it hurts a lot more."

Rosie nodded in understanding. She planned to get her medical equipment, but Aslan didn't let go of her hand from his chest.

"What else?"

"Stay with me. Don't go and don't talk to any man but me."

"Of course, that can't be done. My patients are almost all men."

Rosie looked at the black wristband that Aslan had tied in his hand. She pulled it off then took off Aslan's clothes slowly, making the man a bit panicked but felt enthusiastic.

"Are we doing it here? Can you hold back your moan?"

"Huh? What were you thinking?" Rosie asked in confusion then tied the black wristband around Aslan's arm and hid it under his prisoner clothes.