<hr/><div align="center"><em>..Abigail wakes up in the bath area.. </em></div><hr/><br/>The dark haired slave girl slowly stirred awake to the chill of the cold floor and a breeze blowing in. Her naked form had lain on the stone floor for what seemed like hours but could have only been minutes. She pulled herself up and glanced around. The event that seemed to pass was something of a blur but the soreness between her thighs was nothing she could've hoped to forget. The hot bath seemed even more welcome now than it had ever before. Perhaps a visit to a healer for some salves would help. She couldn't exactly explain how she became in such a condition but mayhaps they would assume it was the lord of the castle who had caused such an affliction.<br/><br/>She pressed her lips together and eased into the hot bath to soak another few minutes, soothing the soreness of her loss in virginity. Laying back she felt the water swirl around her as though it were caressing her and adoring her. She blinked a little and thought it could be the bubbles or salts but it was as though the currents were healing her worn body and repairing the damages done. Her hymen seemed to stitch itself back together as she sat in the waters so soon after her copulation with the holy man. Little did Abigail know, that if she had chosen any other method of soothing her pains so closely after the incident, it wouldn't have caused her to knit back together so easily only to experience the pains of losing her virginity once again the next time she was taken.