To tame the wild horse

Grusha's POV:

I was awakened by the bucket of water being thrown at me making me cough terribly as some of it made their way through my nostrils. I could hardly open my eyes because of the strings of blood that connected my eyelids last night had dried enough by now to the point where an involuntary hiss escaped my lips at the stinging pain of re-opening the dried cuts. I could see my shadow on the floor ahead of me as sunlight peered through the small window which was located considerably high for an average man to reach on the wall behind me. It was not much harder to adjust my eyes to the sunlight since that small amount of light could not affect the darkness in the room.

I tried lifting up my neck as it began to ache, probably because it had been in the same position, I guess, since the moment I blacked out yesterday, only to be beaten up by the worsening headache. I felt myself sticky and bloody, making me desperate of a hot bath to wash away all dirt from myself until I felt refreshed. The question was, will it be that easy? Will it remove all of the dirt? Will it wash away this repulsive sensation? Will I feel revitalized? I didn't wait for my inner self to provide an answer as I tried getting up from the seat I had been tied to all night. My hands were not cuffed, my legs were not chained, yet they felt hard to move as if a magnetic force had developed along with the chair.

I felt like screaming when I felt an excruciating pain at my wrist when I palmed the arm of the chair while trying to get up making me put on a mind note to apply something over it once I make it out here.

Creak sound echoed through the hall, penetrating the silence that observed so far, the moment my feet touched the cold cement floor making me almost hiss at the sudden contact. I staggered slowly towards the staircase, hissing with each step and I almost stripped off over my own legs since the balance of body was long gone. I clutched the handrail as soon as I made it to the bottom of the staircase out of concern that I might completely lose my balance. I felt something warm dripping out of my hand to the railing. I didn't need a second guess to know what it was.

Clutching the railing I slowly made it to the top, where there was the door to the basement. I knew by now he would have left, but even if he hadn't, there was really nothing I could do. So I slowly opened the door getting a clear view of the hallway, preparing myself for anything before dragging myself outside when I found the hallway empty.

I have always wanted a room on an upper floor with a sizable window where I can see the entire premises where I live. But in this case I was more than grateful to find my room on the ground floor since I knew I wouldn't last longer to climb up the stairs before collapsing to the ground.

Slowly opening the door of my room I found it exactly as I had left it, indicating no one had given a visit. The moment my eyes landed on the bed I wanted nothing more than to throw myself on bed, but I felt more icky than sleepy, which is why I brought myself inside the bathroom instead. Stripping down I stood under the shower letting warm water embrace my naked flesh as they wished.in that moment all I wanted was relaxation and calmness but I knew better than anyone that it is not what you feel when the water begins to run down your every cut, every wound, every scar- especially the fresh ones- before dissipating onto the pool of water on the tile floor. The worst part was when soapy foams made contact with the fresh cuts. It took me longer than usual to finish the shower since my movements were extremely slow, like an eighty-year-old.

Stepping out of the shower I made my way over to wardrobe, out of the bathroom, not really caring to cover my aching and damp nudity. Slipping on my panties I grabbed the dress and stumbled towards the mirror before slipping it on, hissing each time I tried to stretch out my body in order to slip that tight, mid-thigh-length dress with the aid of my reflection in the mirror. That was the only one I could I ask for help from and who I knew for sure would always be there when I needed.

My reflection.

I combed my hair, perfectly covering my left eye as usual with good amount of hair, before staring at my reflection in the mirror.

Finally you have got the best outfit. Maid outfit.