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Asher's POV:

The door to the cell creaked open, making Richard pause before he smirked as he looked over his shoulder. "Wonderful! Come on in. He's all yours. His name is Asher. Do whatever you please to him." He whistled and walked out as a dark haired male walked in dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a tank that showed off his muscly arms and broad chest. His violet eyes lingered on me as the door shut firmly behind him from Richard leaving, but as soon as the door was shut, his lips curled into a smirk.

"Well hello," he purred. "They didn't tell me that you were cute. Bonus~" I blushed as I eyed him over before feeling my heart start to race. Oh hell no-... No! I widened my eyes and looked behind him.

"Richard!" I begged. The dark haired male was suddenly in front of me, putting his hand over my mouth.

"No," he told me sharply. "Let's not invite him back." He winked then and moved his hand aside, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb. "Soft," he mumbled then looked down into my eyes in interest as he moved his hand away entirely and pulled out something from inside his pocket- a small bottle. "They want me to put this on you," he told me calmly. "That's what I'm here for." I blushed and moved away from him quickly.

"N-no, I don't know what that is but no," I begged.

"It's nothing bad. It's supposed to help keep you healthy," he explained and motioned for me to take my shirt off. "Hurry up. If you don't, I'll do that for you." I reached out for the bottle quickly.

"Let me see that," I told him. He let me and sat down next to me on the bed as I looked over a bottle that had a label reading mineral oils. I eyed the label over before slowly taking off my shirt and moved away from him in the process.

"Do you want to put it on your skin yourself, or would you like me to do it?" He smirked playfully and started for me, reaching for the bottle. I moved the bottle out of his reach quickly.

"No, stranger," I told him and pushed my foot into his face. He grabbed it and started to massage it in his hands.

"I'm no stranger~" I eyed him over and bit my bottom lip as I watched him. That feels.... good. I slowly gave him the oils then. "Mhh, that's what I thought." He opened it up then turned me to face away from him and started to rub the oils onto my back, massaging it into my skin. I grabbed the pillow and wrapped my arms around it as I loosened up at his touch. Why am I getting a massage now? "So what did you do to get put down here?" He asked, putting more onto me after a few seconds.

"I'm in trouble because I won't tell them who my maker is," I admitted.

"Why not?" He purred a little then and rubbed some onto my neck then reached around, getting some on my chest.

"He's my maker... I want to protect him," I explained and slapped his hand. He tsked a little and pulled his hand back from my chest.

"Don't smack me," he growled.

"Don't rub my chest," I warned.

"I was instructed to get this all over your skin the best I could." He dumped the bottles contents onto my back then laughed and worked on rubbing it all in, spreading it out.

"My back will do," I told me and eyed him over as I looked across my shoulder at him. His eyes locked onto mine as soon as I saw him.

"Will it?" He husked out then leaned in, pressing his chest up against my back as he leaned for my face. I gasped and looked away fast.

"Yes," I muttered. He chuckled and pulled his hands away from my back, getting up from my bed then tossed the empty bottle aside.

"Well, I hope it works~" He told me and glanced me over. "They said it should. You seem fun. It would be a shame if something happened to you." I leaned in and smelled the oil on my skin before smiling a bit. That smells nice. He watched me then wiped his hands off on his shirt, getting the oil off his skin.