<But is a slaves duty to care for master and worry about them.> She told him. She seemed very comfortable with talking with him mentally, but not out loud just yet. She looked at his hand then away, nodding. She let out a cry and started crying a little from the pain, but they soon healed. She took a deep breath and just bit her lip hard while he repaired her other bones. <I never knew his name, but he was an evil man. He made me do things that violated my body, and if I refused well you see the art of  his work as he called it.> She said softly, even her mental voice was filled with fear as she spoke of this master.