A prisoner of lust.

As expected and promised, Samson took Mariki's legendary blade and strapped it to his horse as he led her onwards. "Your purpose, my little slave?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at her as he continued leading the pace. "Your purpose will be to serve me without questions and I shall reward you with my undying devotion. In other words, you will give everything to me. Every part of your body, from the top of your head to the bottoms of your feet are mine to command." Samson explained, closing his eyes in thought.

"Secondly, if you were to go against my commands, little slave, then you are to be punished to the exact extent of your offense." He added, glancing over to Mariki as he spoke. "Is that understood?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

"However... Your service will only begin until after your wounds have sufficently healed up properly. You won't be of any use to me if you look as bad as you do, my dear." Samson answered, shaking his head without even looking at her. "If I'm not mistaken, I just about tore your arm off with one cleave of my blade." He added.

With that, Samson looked ahead as he saw his home not far fom them now. "There it is, my pet. Our new home. I will send for a healer to mend your injuries. Afterwards, you will rest. From there, once you are fully rested and healed... Your service to me will begin." Samson said.

Once the two arrived, Samson stepped off of his horse first before coming around and stepped over to his slave, holding his arms out to her. "Into my arms, my dear. I will carry you inside so that you don't need to do this yourself." He said, gesturing for her to come to him.

There was no doubt in his mind that Mariki was definitely going to require a lot of healing after he got her inside the house. Then again, he had a healer that was on standby should Samson return from battle looking a tad more scarred than he needed to be. Upon arrival, Samson sent for that healer, asking for his services immediately.

Not long after he sent for the healer, the same man arrived not too soon, looking over the young woman's body and nodding once.

"I will tend to this young woman immediately, sire. She will be mended before the hour is up." The healer said, bowing to him.

"Then take her and ensure that she is healed entirely. Spare no quarter and leave no stone unturned and return this young lady to her former glory." Samson directed, placing her in the healer's arms who then took her to a sacred place to heal her.

From there after Samson watched as his little slave was being carted off with her arm barely hanging on for dear life, he decided to just let the healer work his magicks on Mariki, soon retiring to his private quarters after changing out of his armored uniform and into a more comfortable outfit.

Once in the sacred area of Samson's manor, the healer placed Mariki up on some kind of altar, chanting out a soft hymn of sorts as he began gathering the necessary tools he needed to knit muscle back to bone and attach skin back to that muscle.

Once all the needed materials were in place and drew a magical healing sigil on Mariki's battered arm, the healer's hymn of sorts growing progressively louder until it was the only sound that could be heard in this room as the healer worked, first waving his hands about as his hymn became something of an arcane language, conjuring a critical healing spell of sorts.

The surrounding area of Mariki's arm began to glow an unnatural light blue light of energy as the spell began to slowly restitch each and every torn muscle, ligament and nerve back into its proper place before a layer of her own skin began to grow over the heinous looking wound at the same slow clip. Not for nothing, but a spell like this needed a consecreated area, intense concentration and absolute silence for a spell of this sort to work.

Once it was all said and done, the healer soon left the room as two soldiers came in and carefully brought Samson\'s slave up to his room as requested by their lordship. Their other instructions were not to wake her if she was asleep, for if she did awaken, it would mean both of their heads would be taken off from their shoulders, spinal column and all.

At first, the guards flinched to a stop when they saw her stirring as the two proceeded to Samson's room while the door was open, exposing a regal-clothed Samson reading from a book as he saw the two guards carrying his slave inside the room.

"Set her on the bed then leave us. I want her to rest here." Samson instructed simply, ordering the two men to leave them be.

"My pet," Samson began as he slowly made his way over to her then sat down beside her, placing a hand on her stomach and caressed it gently. "How are you feeling?" He asked, aiming his eyes at her.

"Then rest, my pet. I want you to stay rested until you feel well enough to serve me as your master." Samson said in a gentle voice and shook his head at her.

There was no doubt in Samson's mind that that armor she wore would be nothing more than a simple trinket, now. But still, he figured he might as well take that shell that protected the inside of that body of hers, wondering what she looked like under it all. But no. Not yet. His newfound pet needed rest first, and this was something he needed to abide before before he could have her strip off before him.

It was a little odd now that he had seen that his pet had woke up, but she did have a point. After all, that armor of hers was rather unpleasant to sleep in. Samson knew this better than anyone else when he had to sleep out in the battlefield with his armor on.

Nodding, Samson gave his answer as he stepped over to Mariki. "Perhaps I might be of some help to get this armor off of you, my pet?" He asked.