"Shhh, drink this," the unknown person said, pouring hot tea down my throat. I could barely hear anything, unable to make out the voice. My ears were clogged with water.
Vision blurry, blood in my eye, soaking in immense pain all over, I nearly wished I was dead. I wiggled my toes to make sure they still responded to me. Scarleth kept his word, my legs weren't broken. My hand shook terribly when I brought it to my face for inspection. The pinky was bent in unnatural ways. Middle finger had a Chinese dragon tattoo wrapped around it. Every knuckle bruised, torn open, some to the bone.
"More..." I whispered as the soft hand tilted the bowl, feeding me more tea.
I drank it too fast, writhed not to choke, as soft lips kissed my chest. It aroused me, and I looked down to see a bird's nest
