Torture

"Does it trouble you?" Raven asked in a flat voice, resting on her side beside her Master. Nothing seemed to bother her; he was noticing. "I don't really understand. Is it wrong for you to bed… this traitor? She made the bet. She signed the contract. She has even read the contract. Twice. I don't understand why you are brooding." 

He had told her everything. From the time he had awoken in House Nier to his battle against Soul Exhaustion to now as they lay side by side. Raven never interrupted, waiting for the story to end. 

"It's morally wrong…" 

Raven blinked. And he could almost glimpse scorn before it pulled away. "Wrong? Master, she made the bet and lost! Who the hell bets their body? Better yet, who the hell makes a bet with someone who screw them over once? She's a bloody idiot. And as far as I'm concerned, she should be killed for her stupidity. There mere fact she has to spread her legs for you ought to be her honor."