You felt heat and felt as if you were waking up from one of those naps where you never remembered falling asleep in the first place. You tried to open your eyes as you realized that in fact, you were awake, but you couldn’t see anything. There was a quickening of your heartbeat as panic started to settle in. You tried to stand up but found that your feet couldn’t support your body due to your legs’ lack of usage. You expected to fall nastily to the ground and let out a gasp, the first sound you had heard since your awakening, but instead felt yourself fall into something that was sturdy and strong but still gentle and fleshy. You reached your hands out around you to figure out your bearings and what you fell into and stopped when your hand came in contact with flesh of someones face. You knew whose face it was both by the smell he gave off and by the gently but possessive way he held your body.
You took a breath of relief and fell into his body. You were having a hard time getting enough air to speak properly but you knew that he didn’t need to hear the words to understand what you were thinking.
He carried you only a little while longer until you felt yourself being slowly placed down. You could feel warm steam before the hot water touched your body. Soon you were submerged into a warm bath that smelled entirely of Ithorian roses, your favorite scent. You started to bathe, trying to get the metallic scent of the cryogenic fluid off of your body. After only a few minutes a hand stopped yours and took the sponge from your hand that you had been using. He washed your back and shoulders so gently that you could have thought it was actually a gently trickle of a waterfall that was falling sweetly onto your body. You could tell by the cool blow of his breath across your damp face and neck that his face remained close to yours the entire time.
He stopped his gentle strokes across your skin and dropped the sponged into the water. His breath grew stronger as you could tell his face was coming closer. There was a moment of pause before you felt the gentle pressure on your cheek of his lips pressing against it. The act was so loving that you felt the safest that you had in years. He pulled himself away, but only slightly.
“Every man that led to this is gone,” he whispered in your ear, there was a vengeance in his voice that made you shiver. You knew there was a monster in him that let itself out when he was threatened and you did not wish to know what horrors he placed on the men who had kidnapped you for ransom from him.
“Nothing is ever going to happen to you again,” he grabbed a hold of your hand that you had raised up out of the water to join his, “I swear it.”