The release of the pain in my arms wakes me, as each is released I slump forward. I don’t have the strength to hold myself up but I’m caught in strong familiar arms. Scooped up in them, the pressure making me cry out as they touch my raw skin.
A gentle kiss on my forehead “you did well my love” he whispers. Not fully aware of what is going on I know he sets me down on a cool floor. The marble feels so good against my burning skin and body. My eyes start to focus a little and I make out Sammael in front of me undressing. Panic rises in my chest.
He seems to become aware of my distress and turns to me picking me up again. When he speaks his tone is warm and soothing, stroking my face like a loving parent to an upset child “It’s okay my love, I am not going to hurt you just let me take ca
