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The woman remained in continuous discomfort but it was better than being put to use for whatever Kaena needed. Astaroth would push her until she could do no more and then he pushed somewhere. None of it made sense to her and she was never given relief, no matter how much she begged for mercy, she was always pushed to the point where she wanted death. Each of her former owners had taken her to that point, directly or indirectly, and it was never granted. Even if this life was all she had known, death was still in the back of her mind because she knew it was better than what she had to go through. Even now, it was hard in its own way. She was not suicidal but she knew she would never get out of this with as often as it was put into her mind. She could not accept anything else, knew nothing else, because Astaroth had made her just how he wanted and managed to succeed.
Kaena's kindness was as foreign to her as a distant language she had never heard before. Her question even confused her and she had to turn her head to find the woman to see the sincerity she heard in the voice. Kaena was the lesser of four evils but nonetheless had gotten a hang of what she was. She had a bit more humanity in her than the other three and perhaps a step above an object. Vieira was property but the treatment was better, she was fed regularly and was far from physically unhealthy. The woman even gained a few pounds since being under Kaena's rule that were not there when she lived in Mexico and with being physically healthy, Vieira had no difficulties getting up or going to bed and even had a bit more stamina and did not regret as much as she used to.
The slave was not punished or sexually abused on a daily basis and perhaps it was why she believed Kaena was asking because she was concerned. Her golden eyes watched the woman's paws to think of something but she drew a blank. She was not able to think about anything that could help her and the woman slowly shook her head. "No, ma'am," she said and her hand lifted to push some of the blanket to lift her head like a pillow. It relieved some of the pressure that pulled the wound but it did little to help any of it. "Thank you for the meal," she added and her eyes stared at the wall of her room nearest her owner. Vieira offered a bit of a smile, something she felt was required, but it felt awkward on her lips to be there when she was in so much pain.
