I Don't Care What He Thinks

I could not remember the last time I felt so clean and refreshed. And washing my hair was only the beginning. Once we were done, Mrs Ola motioned to the bathroom. "Go on in. You'll have to soak for a little while before I come to help scrub you."

Again, I flushed at that. But she was right. I would need help, especially with my back. She gave me more instructions, telling me which of the liquid bath soaps I was to put in the bathtub. "And some forget to wash your face too, okay?"

I nodded abashedly and walked into the bathroom fully clothed. I was too embarrassed to strip in front of them. Back when I was Alpha Jordan's captive with the rest of the girls,we would be stripped and forced into a room where they would spray cold water from a hose on high pressure. They would aim it at us and do it continuously until we were shivering from the cold. And that would be our bath for the day. It was torture. So much that the mere memory of it sent a chill down my spine.

But now I was here I w