Zane's POV
"Oh my goodness… how were you beaten like this?" Silas gasped in horror the moment he finally got my shirt off. His eyes swept over my exposed torso, now littered with bruises...some faded into yellow patches, others still swollen and raw.
Without wasting another second, he grabbed one of the napkins from the basin of warm water, squeezed out the excess, and began gently dabbing at the marks on my skin.
"Ow... ouch... ouch…" I winced, recoiling instinctively as he pressed the warm cloth against the sore areas, but he didn't stop.
His touch was surprisingly gentle, but it still stung.
Why is he being nice? What's his game?
I watched him closely, my suspicion rising with every careful stroke. Is he just pretending to care?
Maybe he's trying to earn my trust so he can drill my asshole later when I least expect it but then I just told him I'm a Beta but what if he already perceived me to be an Omega hence he's just pretending and playing along with me?
