"I choose to torment myself, Sister." Silas offered a tentative smile. The flaw in the whole thing, the way he presented it to her, was that he got off on it. Every slap of his whip made his toes curl in nearly orgasmic pleasure.
"It is the only way. If your desire to take care of me is so strong, perhaps you could apply the salve to my wounds?" He could do it himself, and had been doing it himself for many years. But it might be nice, to have someone else care for him, after he'd taken care to beat the evil out of himself.