You were Masacrik’s self made creature, pet - guinea pig. Though you had some odd sort of affection for each other, he wasn’t above testing new experimental drugs on you.

This had been one of those occasions. You had been unwell all night, and while he was monitoring you from afar, he hadn’t interfered, letting you ride out the natural course of the medication.

He only smiled as you seemed to be recovering. Shaking, pale, but recovering. “Come to me, котенок. You have been brave, come…”