He had thoughts only for the soup as he gulped, barely even chewing. He set the bowl aside when he was sure there was nothing left in it, then looked up at her when his mistress began speaking. She gave orders and set up duties. It was enough to set his heart to pounding.<br/><br/>He had duties. They were barely enough to be called work, but he could still feel useful. He was incredibly grateful. Bowing his head to her, he spoke obediently.<br/><br/>"Yes, Mistress. I shall do as you say. You will not be disappointed."<br/><br/>He looked from one woman to the other, following their conversation more easily now that his excitement had cleared away more of the haze of drugs. The pain was sharp and intense, but he ignored it. Pain was no stranger to him.