It all came crashing down

She felt him recoil before she heard it. A defeated sigh left her lips when he left his seat. She gently laid her head back down. Trying not to weep again. He didn't understand her.

"I understand, Master Basilisk." She didn't really. The Little Slave had been hoping he would reveal more to her about whatever great plans he had for her. If she knew, maybe she'd be more cautious and have an idea of what she could work towards! But no... what he really needed was someone not to argue with him or have their own opinions. To use as he saw fit. Maybe even to create more little slaves to do his bidding. Wait no, no slave kids.
She buried her face into the furs, she'd like to be done with the procreating hormones now. She didn't think she'd be a good mother anyway, never mind even being one. Ew. If it was Spider though... Ew no, too young. Also, still not allowed. Where were those herbs, she needed to busy her mind with something, anything else.

She would struggle to sleep if he left her at this point. Eager to heal, eventually succumbing to a light slumber.

"Ignita"