Brutal Drama

I slowly regained consciousness, my eyelids moving as they adjusted to the soft, diffused light filtering into the room. It took a moment for my surroundings to come into focus, and as they did, I saw Alyssa's beautiful face.

"How many hours did I sleep?" 

"Only three hours, master ," she replied.

"Three hours!" I hurriedly stood up, realizing that she had been supporting my head in her lap for an extended period. 

I can also see in her face that she's tired already. She may not express hunger or fatigue because of my domination, but her body still reacts naturally. The weariness is evident in her eyes, a proof to her body's need for rest and sustenance, regardless of what her mind is made to believe. 

"Eat first, then sleep. After you wake up, just follow your daily routines," I instructed, knowing that she needed to take care of herself.