The movement makes me cringe in pain as my ribs throb before clenching my teeth to stop from crying out. Quick movements always gave me sharp pains and caused my breathing to hitch.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” He asks. I shake my head.

“Don’t lie. Why do you lie about being in pain?” he asks while he starts to unravel the bandages. Unsure of whether to answer, I remained quiet. Dobber’s always got you in trouble.

“I asked you a question?” he says, tapping the side of my leg and making me jump and blurt out an answer.

“Mrs. Daley would double our punishments if we made noise,” I murmur, remembering the first time l cried out. I was eleven the first time she whipped me. Three lashes turned into six. After a few times, we learned quickly not to make a noise. It was always worse if we did.

“Is that why you have so many scars?” he asks.

“No, we learned to keep quiet. No matter how well we did our chores, Mrs. Daley would always find something to punish us for.”

I grit my teeth as the pressure removes when the bandages go down to the last layer.

“What happened to your ribs and back?” he asks, his fingers brushing my ribs, and I cringed before gritting my teeth, a stifled whimper leaving my lips as he presses on the worst one.

“You don’t have to be quiet, Ivy. I won’t punish you for being in pain. You would have to do something pretty extreme for me to want to punish you,” he murmurs.

“Can you lift your arms above your head?” he asks, and I try to lift both arms, the left pulling at my side making my arms tremble.

“That’s enough; this side looks like you have broken it. How did you do that?” he asks.

“Fell down the stairs, Sir,” I tell him.

“When?”

day we

days with broken ribs and didn’t say

something, Ivy. You can’t be expected to work like this

I

stay in here with me, so I know

not necessary; I can still

and rubbing it on the cuts. I remained still while he cleaned the markings branding my skin, my face heating the longer he touched me. I felt d***y and embarrassed

mine felt oddly warming, my skin tingling everywhere he

walking over to his dresser. He grabs a black shirt out of the drawer, then climbs back on the bed and retakes

off; let it get some air,” He says before I feel his fingers pinch

and seeping into my back. His nose

I s**k in a breath. He suddenly clears his throat, pulling his

I didn’t mean to… you just smell

and the fact he thought I smelt nice, most Rogues smell awful to

“Kyson,” He murmurs.

“Pardon, Sir,”

say it, lvy,” He says behind me. I shake my head at

won’t let anyone punish you for using my name,” he says before sliding my bra

of my b*****s, making me shiver. It was the black shirt he got out of the dresser.

smell nice?” He asks with a soft

fiddling with my ponytail before he gently removes my hair tie. My hair falls

said

“Said what?”

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