Snarling like a feral animal “ You are mine and mine alone. What part of that is not on clear you live and die at my sole discretion. I own you do you not get that yet. Now strip before I rip those filthy clothes to shreds and not allow you to be dressed in my presence.
I relent and allow him to undress me.He takes me into the room lit only by candellight it was dim and one could smell the burning wax,the candels were black so as if to only see their flames.He set up a galvanized steel tub as a makeshift bathtub.The water inside it was hot as one could see by the steam wafting up from the water.Judging the steam it was almost cooled down enough to bathe in.
He motions me to come to him like I was his toy to do as he wished with.He takes out a dagger it was wavy like one of those kriss designs it had skulls etched into the steel of the blade,and the pommel was a skull as well.The handel was wrapped in black leather,the crossbar was a skull I’m guessing it is a full tang blade.He uses it to cut my clothing from my body like they were made from creap paper.I am now naked for his eyes to see and how they glowed from the sight of me.He lifted me up and placed me into the tub of perfectly warm water,it was relaxingly warm.He grabbed the pouf from the metal folding chair that held the hygene products on it.He took a squirt of bodywash from the bottle and worked it into the pouf lathering it up so he could not need to apply anymore to it to wash me off.He starts to caress my body with the pouf careful not to bruse me or to cause harm in any way.He asks me to stand so as to wash off the rest of me that was emersed in the water of the tub.He has a bucket sitting next to him filled with water warm water.He drizzels it onto my head like a waterfall the water saturates my hair.He takes the bottle of shampoo from the metal folding chair and massages it into my hair like someone with a beauticians background.My hair white with the lather he squeezes the foamy tendrils untill they are free from the white dirty foam.He takes the rest of the water inside the bucket and rinses off my head.Being carefull not to get any in my eyes he rinses it all out.
He stands up abruptly and grabs the red towel from the back of the chair.He asks me if i could stand on my own accord.I get out of the bathtub on my own power.Dripping wet I stand before him he wrapps the red towel around me and starts to dry me off he pats me down almost with a reverance that one shows to a deity.He motions for me to spread my legs so as to dry that part off as well.He does so very quickly as if to really touch it would sear his flesh.
He takes the handcuff keys from that little pocket normal people never actually use on their jeans.Uncuffs me and walks me over to a full-length mirror leaning against a pillar,like the mirror you would just glue to your bedroom wall.The pillar was made of concrete grey and cold like the rest of my prison.He takes a floorlength maxi dress from the blue plastic hanger.The dress was very beautiful actually it was a pale shade of green like olive drab of military origin.It was longsleeved and had a hoodie like hood.I gotta hand it to the guy he gots good taste in dresses.
I put on the maxi dress and ask”where are the underwear like a bra or panties””I did not know your proper size so you’ll go commando.”He tells me.He picks up a hairbrush and starts to brush my hair and is careful with the tangels.He uses the hundred stroke method therefore drying my hair at the same time as brushing it.
He had been surpriseingly gentle with his handeling of me form the removal of my clothes to batheing and to the brushing of my hair like I was a object of reverence and not a prisoner.
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