The feeling of having his hair washed was amazing, like nothing Jasper could think of. A small sigh escaped as her fingers worked the dirt and blood from his scalp. He had kept his eyes closed during this but opened them slowly as his head was tilted up. His gaze locked on Kate's, his eyes betraying him by showing the pain and fear he felt. He winced as she dabbed at his face.<br/><br/>He had forgotten the collar was there, having grown use to the feeling of the leather and spikes against his throat. He froze as Kate pried it off, noticing the slight weight that was gone as the collar was dropped to the floor. His eyes flicked between it and Kate before lowering to rest on an area off to her side. His body was tense as he felt her washing him, running the cloth over old wounds, some newer than others. He was doing his best to hold back his cries of pain but small whimpers and gasps still escaped him.<br/><br/>The sound of Kate's voice kept him grounded, calm enough to not break down again. When she gave him permission to cry out he considered it, but still tried to hold back the worst. As Kate sniffled, Jasper's ears picked up on the sound and he immediately felt bad. He had caused his Mistress distress, he clenched his hands into fists mental scolding himself. She was upset and it was his fault. It was Kate's last words that confused him though. Wasn't he treated just like any slave? Beaten for misbehaving and treated as the lowest of lows? He was distracted by these thoughts and gave little mind to the cleaning until a particularly sensitive wound across his back was brushed against, bringing a cry from the man. Jerking away slightly Jasper's shoulders shook as the pain throbbed against his flesh.