I was disappointed that my assaulter was not discovered by Levi but there was nothing to be done about that now as I had crash landed into a completely different time where it seemed the man I feared did not exist. It was as relieving as it was disappointing I should say – the fact that I could be given such a break after so many hard years of living as that man’s whore and suddenly being saved by the hands of a man quite the opposite was overwhelming. Even if Levi would never allow himself to be called as such, tonight he was a saving grace for me, an angel, and I owed him everything I could spare.

As he spoke I found myself simply staring at him, eyes taking in the wings, the smooth texture of his skin, the hair, his eyes, his everything – I admired him quietly for how he looked and how he acted and found myself comfortable with his presence. “I’m not a shy person.” I admitted when Levi turned to give me privacy. It amused me really, but then again, knowing who I was versus who most men were it was no surprise that he’d turn around to give me some peace. Despite everything I found myself smirking as I shrugged out of the shredded shirt, hissing at the gash along my lower back that I couldn’t see. I must have hit a rock or that was where the knife hit me when it was swung blindly at me. “Ah.” I straightened as fingers pinpointed the open wound, the sea salt on my hands did not help at all and I saw tears bead at the corners of my eyes even if I wasn’t going to cry.

Slowly I shimmied out of the rest of my clothes, bare as a newborn as I sat close to the small source of heat that we had. Moravik had put several large bruises on me from our rough nights together and they dotted me up like a dalmation along my thighs and hips, and I’d put several gashes onto my knees while trying to struggle to get free. For once, it felt good to be out of my clothes. I’m not sure if I made Levi feel comfortable at all or not, but it was what it was. I winced again and could feel the warm trickle of blood sliding down my spine and it made my skin crawl. I didn’t even want to imagine what had happened but judging by how loose it felt I already knew I had a deep gash there and I’d probably need some form of stitches.

“Levi.” I spoke at last when I had touched myself again in morbid curiosity only to look at my hand, it was covered in blood.

I looked to be ill. As if the abuse of my body wasn’t enough, the worst of it had been carefully twisted up into the scale work of my tattooes which wound themselves around my body. I had another gash across one of them as well but that one was able to be disregarded for the most part. The serpents slithered across my shoulders and down my back only to chriss-cross at my sides. Half of the pattern went back up across my chest while the rest went southward – trailing around my modesty while other scales and wings spread themselves across my thighs. Of course, despite their creative patterns designed to erase what flaws I had suffered, nothing could hide the thunder cloud black bruises that only intensified in their size and colour in the type of lighting we were in.

“I think there’s something back there.” I spoke wincingly again, a sharp pain coming from the wound as I tried to twist. The knife tip of Moravick’s weapon had broken off inside the wound and was still there. “Moving hurts…I can’t move. Levi…please help me.”