Bath

“Enough of that. Lets get you clean.” His hand slipped from her hair and back to his side. He turned and walked off, opening the door to his room and holding it. He looked at her expectantly, his eyes telling her to enter quickly.

Deeming that it was now okay to stand to her feet, Denise pushed herself up and dragged her way over to him, stepping inside his room and then following him into the bathroom. The place was a wreck…different from how she left it.

“I can…clean myself.” She mumbled, standing by the door with her nails scratching at her wrist as she watched him turn on the faucet. Her skin kept itching and it probably wasn’t because she was currently filthy.

The more Kain spoke, the more being in her own skin felt suffocating. She shouldn’t have been born this way if her fate was like this.

“I thought we agreed that you’d be obedient tonight.” He stepped over to her and reached for the front of her dress that held her breasts in. Denise stood still as his nails sunk through the