He held that bottle to her face until she had drank her fill, and even then Alves encouraged her to drink up the whole bottle. "You have to drink it all," he chided, gently encouraging her until finally it was empty. He tossed it to the side, and returned again to his rusty toolbox. "This is going to hurt, but I have to do this. Remember, this doesn't have to happen again if you're a good girl."<br/><br/>She would be wracked with unbelievable pain when he began to spread the antibiotic on her back, a measure to prevent her from getting an infection. It would be bad business if every other newcomer had their back lashed and they became infected... Fever and the chills would come soon if he didn't disinfect them immediately. "Azura, Azura," he cooed, having devised a good name for his new girl.<br/><br/>When he had finished, he wiped the rest of the creamy ointment on his jeans and returned the nearly empty bottle of stuff to his toolbox. Returning to stand in front of her, he said in another gentle tone, "Do you want to be Azura?" When he said her new name, he ran a finger along her pubic area, light and tantalizing. "Or... Do you insist on being Tara," he said, reaching behind her back and raking his fingers across her torn skin again.<br/><br/>"Sleep on it. I'll collect you tomorrow." He stood there to admire her body for another moment before he left, turning off the light to leave Tara- Azura?- in relative darkness.