Her warmth filled his chest, a feeling he'd never felt. His pain was still there, but ever so slowly inching out of his body. For a moment he thought he was right, she was here to bring him to the afterlife, and he was grateful for it. For the first time in his life, he was grateful towards someone. However he wasn't dying, he started to realize. She was somehow making him better. Slowly, but it was working.<br/><br/>As she stopped the pain rushed back, and was made worse by a needle in his side. Then a light cold rush flowed through him. She turned her attention to his chastity device. She seemed concerned and removed it swiftly. It fell to the floor and he felt naked without it, like when a watch is taken off the wrist and the feeling of it still persists. He'd grown up his entire life with it, and normally his penis would stand erect immediately upon it's removal, however Na'el couldn't tell if it had because he was still so far removed. He knew, however, that Malora would be very angry and force Sarah to discipline him, even if the removal of it was not his fault. Sarah's punishments never matched the crime. Even then, his desires needed to be controlled between sessions. At least that is what he had been taught.<br/><br/>"Please..." he mustered up nervously, "I- I need... need that to stay on... M' Lady Mal- Malora will not be pleased... I need it..."<br/><br/>The shackles were removed, and his arms fell to the floor. His body was so used to the position it was bound in that he didn't move. It felt good to feel air on the blisters around his wrists though. She was being very kind to him, and it was something he felt he didn't deserve. He knew there was something strange, a pet like him doesn't get compassion. If he is beaten close to the end of his life he is to be left locked up in the dungeon to die, or to heal himself without help. Either way the lady or lord never cares, except if it inconveniences them to have to buy a new slave. He felt he was being tricked, or punished secretly somehow. He wasn't sure, but it had to be something because he was not to feel pleasure, only to give it.<br/><br/>She made him bite down on a piece of wood, was she to torture him? She seemed more concerned than sadistic, so that couldn't be it. She began to clean his wounds, and her hands all over him were both painful because of his wounds, and a delight. It was nice to feel the soft touch of a woman, a caring touch. He never bit down. He was used to the extreme pain. This compared to his tortures was nothing.<br/><br/>Then, after it all, she asked him if he could transform into something smaller-<br/><br/>He shook his head 'no'. He wanted to explain but couldn't. It was a slave collar placed unto his neck, the sign of a slave, which blocked his half-elvish and half-nymph abilities, except for those that helped his pleasuring services. It was a large full neck collar that covered from the top of his chest all the way to the back of his protruding ears. This one was made of metal scales that moved with him, and could not be removed by any man made devices or spells. It was locked by a spell only Malora possessed, and she is the only one that could remove it.<br/><br/>He slumped into her hands. They were soft and kind. Her smiles were warm and inviting. He wanted to believe she was genuinely there to help him, but he couldn't truly believe that. It was impossible.