A Dragon’s Price

The man leads me to a room not much bigger than the cell I have been living in. In it, is a small bed, looking much softer than the one I have been sleeping on, and a table full of medical supplies. He gestures for me to lay down on the bed, avoiding my eyes, and it seems that he isn't breathing. I've never personally met a dragon shifter, but I'm almost certain that they do in fact, need to breath. Still uncertain of his, along with everyone else's intentions, I eye the bed warily before laying down on my stomach. A deep breath is released from me as the pressure on my back is released, and if I weren't so frightened of the man standing only a foot away from me, I knew I would have easily fallen asleep on the soft mattress. "In order for me to cleanse your... wounds, I'm going to need to remove your dress. Is that alright?" He asks. "Yes," I mumble, becoming rather embarrassed. Not just because he's going to see my bare body, but also because of all the other scars littered across my body. I know I shouldn't feel ashamed of the scars, it's not like I earned them on purpose, but it's still embarrassing all the same. I can hear him grab a tool, probably tweezers, to remove the torn cloth stuck on my back. He growls under his breath, and I wince at both the low sound, and the feeling of the cloth being torn from my skin. He inhales, and it sounds like a low rumbling sound coming from him. "Oh my fuck," He hisses, dropping the tweezers on the ground. "I can't do this." He storms out of the room, calling a females name with his powerful voice on his way out.