Chapter 61 The Feeding Routine (2/2)

”You can't possibly be embarrassed, we're all men...are you a man? At what age does your kind mature?”

It was clearly more of a hypothetical question as Rassa wore the mask again, and couldn't reply. After a long sigh, Rassa stripped down then went to the tub. The water was cold. He didn't know why he'd expected them to heat it, but he had. He looked to his clothes, and picked up his top, wetting it to use as a rag as he climbed in and began to scrub himself.

It was freezing, especially when there was no natural heat in the mine anyway. Without the Anthrite, temperature, especially cooler temperatures, hadn't really bothered him. But with it he could certainly feel the chill. Alas, he had no choice as he washed from head to toe, watching as the water turned darker and darker. Not that it had been completely clean to begin with.

When he was done washing himself, he turned to wash his clothes as well, wringing them out and draping them over the cot. It'd take a while for them to dry, but as least they would be better than before. At least he hoped they would.

The entire time, Rassa was watched. Particularly for his Black Life Lines. He tried to ignore it, but it was very unsettling to have them watch like that. To have them glimpse his Life Lines. Rassa hadn't realised how attached he'd gotten to them. How much they felt like a part of him, and how he hated revealing them to anyone else. Case in point being Zaroth, who hadn't been able to take his eyes off of the unique life lines the moment they'd been revealed.

It was the next day, after another history lesson into the conflict between Order and Chaos from Victor, htat Zaroth arrived once more at the scheduled time. Only this time, it was not the slave that entered first.

Rassa watched cautiously as the guards entered, approaching Rassa and grabbing at the chains that they proceeded to attach to his wrists, and then to his legs so that he was immobile on the cot.

Rassa tried to pull away as the Doctor approached, a man that couldn't be anything else but an assistant holding a tray of metal instruments and a glass jar.

”Now Rassa, today we're going to try something new, co-operate, and you will get your meal after I am done”.

Zaroth took up a scalpel, and bent down to Rassa's torso.

”Now, tell me about this healing ability of yours”.

Even through the mask, they could hear Rassa's screams.