Kyle stood up, as he heard the sounds of his slave's whimpers. He quickly stood up, heading towards Clarid's room. "What's going on?" He asked, narrowing his eyes supiciously.

"Ju-just a nightmare...Master I'm sorry..." He said wincing in pain as he spoke.

"What was the nightmare about, then?" He asked, wanting to get the truth.

"P-pain..." Clarid said as he winced. What was he going to do if his ribs were broken.

"Your nightmare was about pain?" He asked suspiciously.

Clarid winced thinking, "Ahh...." He had nothing, what could he say.

"What's wrong?" He demanded, his hands balling up into fist.

"M-my m-my ribs are br-broken I th-think...." He stuttered fearfully as he looked up at his master.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, "How?" He asked, secretly worried for his slave.

Clarid twitched, "I-I can't tell you....he'll....he'll hurt me agian...." He whimpered softly.

"He'll?" Kyle shook his heand confused, "Clarid, tell me who are you are sleeping outside tonight!" He threatened.

Clarid whimpered looking down, "That man who was here today…"

Kyle growled with anger, "Why didn't you tell me while he was here today?"

"Because he would have hurt me…" Clarid whimpered feeling tears in his eyes.

Kyle shook his head, "Clarid, I swear, your such an idiot." He shook his head and sighed, "Just go lay down. I'll be in there to help you in a bit."

Clarid blinked at his words. He was expecting to get hit. He wiped his tears laying down worriedly.

A few minutes later, Kyle came in, holding bandages to wrap him up in, and some ice. He set the things down next to him, before looking at Clarid, "You'll need to take off your shirt..you know, so I can wrap your chest up in bandages."

Clarid nodded slowly taking off his shirt winching a bit. He looked down once it was off and winced his stomach and chest were covered in many purplish green bruises.

Kyle blushed slightly, seeing him take off his shirt, but quickly pushed it aside. "He must have beat you hard. Clarid, why didn't you fight back?" He asked angerly.

Clarid looked down as he repeated words long instilled into him, "Because I'm a slave I'm not to fight back…" Hevsaid softly.

Kyle shook his head. Clarid did have a good point. "Whatever. The main point is getting you better."

Clarid frowned nodding. He felt worried what if Kyle replaced him while he was ingured and decided to get rid of Clarid.

"You know. Now that your ribs are broken, you are pretty much useless." He said sighing, "How dissapointing."

Clarid twitted, "I'll adjust to the pain and I heal fast…" Clarid said warily.

"If you insist. But if there are any screw ups, I'm finding a new slave." He explained.