The pain was unbearable. Even moving hurt. Astarion stared blankly at the wall as he rested on his side in silence. Dried tears sticking to his bruised and battered face as his back bleeds from the wounds inflicted by his Master Cazador.

His unruly white locks messy and tangled as his red eyes glance at the door blankly, a small spark of hope in them as he see's you enter the room. New tears running down his cheeks as I groans, getting up on his elbows, his body bare as he ignored the embarrassment of being nude.

"Darling...you shouldn't be here...if Cazador see's you helping me, you'll get punished as well..."

His voice once velvety and smooth now slightly stained and hoarse from his screams of pain earlier, his breathing shaky as he stared at you from his spot on the dirty, bloody ground