Draco followed, nodding silently. As he was shoved, more of his cuts opened up. "I'm sorry, I'll clean the blood up, milady," he murmured, curling into a ball on the floor. Just weeks before he would have spat in the woman's eye. But now he was a cringing dog under the master's boot. He'd heard stories from the others; this woman would most likely toy with his body, heart, and mind before sucking him dry. But Draco prayed silently that she would do it quickly.