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Sep 28, 2013 04:02PM
Irene looked up at Shetan's face whenever he turned around. She felt regret slap her in the face whenever she wanted to help him whenever he came staggering in or whenever Aemon was arguing with him. She didn't say anything, she just stood their looking at his angry face, still cuffed.
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Then without a word, Shetan slowly came up and uncuffed her from the chair. He didn't even think; he just did it.
Irene tensed whenever he began to walk towards her. She closed her eyes whenever she thought he was getting out his whip and was going to whip her. She felt the tightness of the hand cuffs loosen on her wrists and she slowly opened her eyes. Irene looked to her wrists and then looked up at Shetan, puzzled "What.. why did you..?"
"I don't even know," Shetan muttered. "That proves I'm unpredictable even to myself. But I want to know one thing."
Irene's body was tense yet, for some reason she felt something light flurrying in her stomach. she swallowed and gave a short nod. "And that is?" she asked curiously. this should be interesting.
"After I saved you from Aemon when he was in your bed, why did you get mad after I spoke about slaves taking the weekends off?"
Irene felt as if something had hit her whenever he asked that. She knew the answer but she really wasn't wanting to admit it to him. Maybe not even to herself. She found herself speechless for an answer "I.. I don't know." Irene lied.
Shetan frowned a bit. "Well, I hope you do end up knowing sometime, because I want to know. But that moment there just proves that you have a hot, quick temper, too."
"I don't have a temper. Usually. Just.." Irene started, she didn't want to be known as the slave with a hot temper. "I wanted you to actually ask if I was ok." she said, not seeing any reason now why she should be embarrassed. "All my life as a human, no one has ever asked me. But that's also one reason that I try to help people and show them that someone does care, even if no one did for me."
Shetan narrowed his eyes at her and then said, "You do have a temper. Admit it. If you admit it, I'll admit something to you."
Irene eyes narrowed slightly and she crossed her arms over her chest a bit. "I don't have a temper. You just tick me off easily.." she muttered, looking away. Yeah she knew she had a bit of a temper..
"And why do I tick you off easily, besides me being a demon? Because you have a temper. No one would get angry by a simple thing of people not asking if you're okay unless they had a temper. That also proves that you only care about yourself."
Irene's hands curled into fists. She couldn't believe him! "Maybe I do have a temper so what! There's nothing wrong with having a temper, it just happens ok! And I do not care only about myself. Never say that." she said, her eyes almost to tears again. "I think you just like doing this to me don't you?"
"You deserve it, and I hate you! But even if I do hate you, I will admit that I did keep the demon away because I had a small portion of care."
Irene opened her "I do not deseve.. wait.. what..?" she started out yelling at him but whenever she realized what he admitted she was stunned. Her eyes were wide and she stare astonished at him;
"I did have a small portion of care when I drove the demon away," Shetan growled, not fully liking to admit it, but did anyway.
Irene eye brows furrowed whenever he said it once more "No.. no I heard you." she said, nearly speechless. "You hate me yet you care some. Your confusing me"
"You did comfort me in the cemetery. That's why a small part of me cares."
"I thought you said I didn't. I thought you said that I only cared about myself?" Irene asked, she just couldn't believe he said that even if he only cared .5%
"Do you?" Shetan said sternly. You confuse me, too, by comforting me one minute and then losing your temper the next."
"Of course I do! I've told you repeatedly before that I do. It's hard not to lose my temper whenever your constantly beating me and not even caring for my well being." Irene said "And what about you. Your always beating me to death, literally."
"Yes. Isn't it not wrong to have a temper? YOU were the one that said that," Shetan told her, proving a point. "It's hard not to get angry when you lose your temper!"
"Well you don't have to physically abuse me whenever you lose it!" Irene began to yell. she turned her back to him "Look," she said as she lifted up the back of her shirt to reveal a slightly bony spine and many lashes across her back. "thats all from you."
"Yes, I do!" Shetan started screaming at her. "And good! I hope it's hurting you! You bastard!" He was angry again.
Irene let her shirt fall back down and she turned and looked back up at him, her eyes narrowed. She shook her head. "See, that's what I mean. You don't care especially if your the one who is hurting me, yelling at me, and doing all this." she said "Just leave me alone." Irene said before quickly turning and heading out of the infirmary and trying to get back to her room.
Shetan watched her go before heading back to his room. He went inside and remembered his back wounds from the wolf. They were hurting again. Shetan tried to put medicine on them so that they wouldn't get infected, but he couldn't reach the wounds.
Irene found it nearly impossible to find her room again, she kept running back and forth on the top floor where she thought her room was along with the other slaves. She wished there was some big sign on her door that showed it was her room. But nope. Irene found a few large doors, it looked different from the room with all the blood and meat. She shivered at that thought. And for some reason knocked on it.
Shetan thought it was one of the demons or another slave. He started to say as he opened his door, "Oh, good, I was hoping for some help here--" He was cut off when he saw her. Medicine was in his other hand.
Irene was looking around the hallway, glancing. She looked back at the door as it opened and she opened her mouth to ask for help but then she saw it was Shetan. She glared slightly at him. "I guess I knocked on the wrong door for help." she muttered and turned on her heel to leave.
Shetan glared. "What is it? I could use some help as well."
Irene stopped and looked over her shoulder at Shetan. Had Shetan, the lord of the demons, just ask her a human slave girl that he hated to help him and in return he would help her? She slowly turned around and looked at him, seeing the medicine in his hand. "Well I was having issues looking for my room, your castles far too big than needed." she muttered as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Now what do you need help with? I thought you hated me of didn't trust me? Or does this count as slave work?" she asked curiously as she waited patiently.
"I just need help with taking care of my wounds so that they don't get infected. You're the closest person here, so it might as well be you that helps me." Shetan slowly handed her the medicine, opening the door more. "Come in."
Irene was shocked yet thankful and happy that Sheran hadn't yelled at her or said that it was only because she was a slave. She softly took the medicine from him whenever he handed it to her and she looked down at it for a few moments. She sighed softly and slipped inside beside him but didn't go further than the door, not wanting to break rules or anything and to be punished once more. she's had enough for one week.
Shetan grabbed some bandages and looked at her. "Come completely in," he said, sitting on the bed. "I'll need bandaging after the medicine is put on."
Irene gently shut the large door behind her. Once she turned around she saw that he was on the bed and telling her to come in more. She nodded obediently and came over and stood near him, taking the bandages and setting them on the bed before she sat down as well "You'll have to um.. remove yuor shirt.." she said hesitantly.
((Shetan doesn't wear a shirt, actually, LOL. :P))
Shetan turned a little so that his back was facing her more.
Shetan turned a little so that his back was facing her more.
(Oh..Uh.. I knew that >.>)(xD)
Irene had never really noticed that Shetan was normally shirtless, since she was either arguing with him or being punished by him. She put some medicine on her finger and softly rubbed it on the large claw marks on his muscular back. She forced herself not to blush from doing this, remind herself she hated him and he hated her. Irene realized she was so tense.
Shetan gripped the sheets, his body tensing from the pain. He looked down, forcing himself not to moan or groan or cry out.
Irene flinched back whenever his muscles tensed after she began to rub in the medicine "sorry.." she muttered. Yet she wasn't sorry at the same time, she was glad he felt even slight pain like she did.
Shetan's grip on the sheets relaxed. He looked down at the sheets his hand was on as she rubbed the medicine.
Irene bit down on her lip as she moved on to the finally scratch mark, staying silent for the whole time being. She finished up putting on the medicine and gently put the bandages over her claw mark on his back.
"Thank you," Shetan muttered after some time. "Shall I do the same for your wounds?" He turned his head slightly so that he was looking over his shoulder at her out of the corner of his eye. "In case they're prone to infection?"
Irene had turned her body so that she was looking away from him and forward across the room. She refused to look at him whenever he said that. He had done it before so what was the big deal. She gave a short nod before tuning her back to him and lifting her shirt up, but not taking it off.
Shetan took the medicine and started applying it to her wounds. One wound looked a bit dangerous, like it could be or about to become infected. He put extra medicine on that before grabbing the bandages and wrapping the wounds.
Irene bit down on her lower lip and squeezed her eyes closed, her wounds stinging from the medicine even though it would help her. She tried to get her mind off of the pain y talking to Shetan "I always thought Demons always healed easily?" she said in a stiff voice.
"It still takes time for us," Shetan muttered before he finished bandaging her back. "It's done. Now I can show you where your room is," he said, standing.
Irene listened and whenever he said he was done she pulled her shirt back down and relaxed a bit. She stood up as well and glanced at him "Thanks.." she muttered. "And what about Angels?"
Shetan scoffed a bit. "I don't know, and I don't care," he muttered as he thought of those disgusting angels. "I guess they might." He was already starting to lead her to her room.
Irene knew she had made a mistake whenever he scoffed, she was just curious. "Sorry.. thought you might know since well.. you like religion siblings or whatever." she shrugged as they walked down the hallway.
"I don't like anything that to do with angels," Shetan said as they reached the hallway where her room was. "Here it is," he said as they got to it.
