Days bled into nights in the quiet, damp isolation of the cave. A routine, strange and intimate, began to form between the fallen Sect Mistress and the young disciple who had become her entire world.
Wang Jian played the role of the capable provider to perfection. He would leave for short periods, hunting ordinary game in the surrounding spirit-beast-free woods, returning with fresh meat that he would cook over a smokeless spiritual fire. He treated her with a reverence that was slowly, subtly shifting into something more possessive.
Every day, without fail, they had a "healing session."
And every day, the sessions became a little longer, a little more invasive, as he claimed he needed to "reach deeper meridians" that were buried beneath layers of muscle and skin.
