Chapter 63: Haunted Dreams
"What are you–?"
"You must stay still, My Lord." Samantha politely instructed when she sensed he was about to peek at his back. "I learnt that it is best to apply when hot - painful, but more effective."
"Thank you but I am not asking for one thousand ways to die. Are you trying to burn my skin? This little lamb! " He asserted, glancing accusingly at the woman who pressed her lips tightly to stifle a laugh, and then he frowned. "Are you seriously laughing?"
"I wouldn’t dare, My Lord." She lied and immediately cleared her throat. "Can you look away? The wax is getting cold and I need to apply it quickly. Glaring at me occasionally will not heal your wound, if I wanted to kill you I would bathe you in hot wax, so please be rest assured."
Ivan simply arched a brow, amused by her audaciousness.
"Burn my skin for the second time and I shall wrap it with yours. I have things to do and you’re wasting my time." He complained, finally looking away with sheer annoyance in his crimson eyes, and Samantha, who wouldn’t want to alter a certain punishment from the angry Vampire, nodded politely before proceeding to apply the wax carefully on his skin.
Dipping the thin brush into the hot wax, Samantha gently smeared the colorless substance on the spot where he had deep gashes and scars. To her surprise, he didn’t flinch at the hotness this time around.
Since he gave no negative reaction to her treatment, Samantha dutifully carried on without pausing. Minutes slowly passed by, and like a curious kitten, she stole a peek at Lord Ivan’s face to see if he was bearing the pain on his demeanor, but what she never expected was to find his eyelids sealed shut.
"He’s asleep?"
Thinking of the possibility, she wondered if it was normal for Vampires to flake-out during treatment. She was so engrossed by his relaxed demeanor that she didn’t realize she was watching him sleep, but when it struck her that she needed to apply the wax quickly before he woke up, the young human immediately resumed duty.
Smearing the sticky wax on the wound that crisscrossed along his shoulder blade, one particular mark still oozed with a trace of ruby-red blood, and the young woman could feel her soul shiver. She couldn’t guess the amount of pain he must be going through, applying hot wax on such nasty wounds, but when she stole a glimpse at his face, he remained sound asleep, seemingly unaffected by it.