24 - Resistance

~Alice’s Point of View~

*It’s not so bad, he fed us, clothed us. He’s not given us a reason to doubt him,* Maura said, as I stared at the ceiling.

Rusty had left me with supper, and then disappeared for hours. I was hardly going to object though he had left a babysitter outside my door. Then some female, likely the one he’d been mounting brought me clean clothing, sheets and towels. She seemed like she wanted to rip my eyes out but was being forced to make nice.

While I hated to admit it, he had been good to me … so far. But I couldn’t get over … something. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. He’d bathed me, and the water had been freezing cold, so his hands were a warm welcome. He’d touched me everywhere and made me bathe him. It tore something in my gut that I didn’t hate it. I couldn’t fully say I didn’t want his hands on me, I didn’t know any different. He was the first male I’d let touch me, and many had tried. Many lost their hands or other body parts for trying.

I’d just