Adonis couldn't look at her. The pain of his last lashing...the last whipping for trying to open his own mail...stung still. It really needed tending to or it would scar. It was feeling like warmth was starting to bead beneath the clothing. He looks at her. Nodding his head. "Call Natasha Grant. Her number is 919-777-1213. Tell her Adonis told you to call. She'll get the herbal treatments sent out here and given to you as soon as possible." he says softly. "I will keep my word." he looked down. He felt lower than dirt so he couldn't hold eye contact with her. She was so far above him. His mind told him he was not worthy of anything. That is what his agent told him. He told him lots of belittling things. He looked at her. "That is fine." He says. Eyeing her skeptically. He hoped not because than she will see the dark nasty bruises he earned this morning before the show.<br/><br/>Letting out a sigh of relief followed by a hissed out wince. He pulled his hand away and stared at his fingers. They were covered in blood. The blood showing slightly. The whip wounds had reopened. He moves and went to sit down. "Sorry I gave you so much trouble. I just hate not being wanted for myself. Not that I am worth anything. I may be the richest man in the States but I don't mean anything. I have no worth." He says. He suddenly slumped downwards. "It still hurts...they opened up...." He manages to get out before he crumpled to the ground. A small pool of blood forming on the floor. The shirt fallen just enough to reveal one of the deep whip wounds. If they removed his shirt then they would see bruises riddling his form. Some leading lower and past his waistline. Along with other whip marks that were not as deep in the skin as those right now.