Rhonda
Silas Asgarov
The Redstone Dungeons

As soon as he had begun with the boiled wine, he was finished. Despite the pain that it had caused the boy, the rags had only open a few of the cuts, and the paltry amount of blood that seeped out now could be ignored. The red rags that had been used lay on the ground in a heap, and Silas bent down to grab the poultice from his back. He removed the lid on the smokey black jar and dipped his fingers inside, pulling out a glob of thick, yellow paste. 

"Turmeric." He said lightly, and began to rub it over his wounds. "It will facilitate the healing process so that next week, when we do this again, it hopefully won't open up any of your old wounds." 

When a thin layer was applied to his back, strips of thin white cloth went over the top of it all. The blood and turmeric paste began to mingle, and through the gauzy bandages it looked as if his entire back was covered in a pus. 

"I won't let that boy strike you, my young, foolish Puckgordon. There is no reason to think that he'll treat you any better if he has you bent over a barrel, screaming for your mother. No. That nice man you met today will administer your next two. I'll have the dates arranged as far apart from each other as possible. Until then..." A gentle hand wrapped around the boy's thigh as Silas pulled him off of the cot, being sure not to jostle the bandages across his back. "Stand and lift your arms up as far as you can without disturbing the bandages. I've got to finish the job."
John
Puckgordon Snæch
The Redstone Dungeons

Laying prone and shivering on the cot, Puck couldn't do much, spitting out the leather strip as Silas began to apply the turmeric. It stung, but it wasn't to the height that the wine was, the wine was like a fire. He shivered from shock, his teeth chattering loosely against each other as his back was bandaged.

Hearing him promise the boy wouldn't hit him, made Puck sigh a little, smiling bitterly. "I d-don't mind... He can hit me as hard as he wants but he'll still be missing an ear..." He said with a short huff, before being pulled up, groaning a little as he stood. A tad wobbly, his back tight and burning.

He had to psych himself up, closing his eyes and muttering to himself a little about how fun this was going to be. He slowly raised his arms, and finally, Silas could see old scars, hiding below the belt of his pants. Scratch marks, burn marks, probably all down his legs, although they were covered. Puck only stared at the wall. His arms up as high as his wounds would let him.
Rhonda
Silas Asgarov
The Redstone Dungeons

"And then what, hmm?" The Azaryan smiled with his wide mouth, looking over his body through powdered, half lidded eyes. "He'll... Respect you?" 

Skinny fingers nimbly plied at the gauze, wrapping a few lengths around the boy's chest. "But you don't care about that. You don't care about anything. Which is why you bit his ear off." The thought alone seemed to bring him to his queer, tittering laughter. 

The question he asked next was asked slowly, and calmly, and as routine as any of the other actions the Seneschal had taken that night. It was executed with the same care he had taken to cleanse the boy's cuts, with the same soft gentleness he now used in bandaging him up. But there was a tightness to it, an unspoken tension that gripped at it, and it seemed to suck the all air out of the room. 

_"Did you like it?"_
John
Puckgordon Snæch
The Redstone Dungeons

Puck wobbled as Silas' gentle hands brushed against his chest and stomach. The feeling was gentle, not something he was used to, and it made him feel odd. To be taken care of. 

Not even the small amounts of servants the Melsi Nobles had wouldn't come close to him, even as a kid he'd be biting or scratching at people. 

So when the question came from his caretaker, soft, strained, it sent a shiver down Puckgordon's spine, his arms lowering slightly, his eyes becoming almost tired. 

"Yes..." He smiled a little, a smirk, as he stared at the wall. "Yes, I did..." He scoffed a little and shook his head carefully. "I did, I did..." It was sort of like a guilty pleasure, just to admit it. And Silas made him comfortable enough for him to do that.

He looked away from the wall to catch Silas in the corner of his vision. "If that makes me a beast... I don't... Want to be anything else. Don't tell *Him* I said that."