On the following day, or night--for it's impossible to say precisely which, for I see no window in this dark place--I yawn, stretch my arms and legs, and look around me. I feel the mattress with my hand but don't find him. I leave the big mattress and look around, trying to find my bearings. I feel my way to the bathroom, wash up, brush my teeth, and return to the bedroom to get dressed. Then, I look for the door. It's locked. It can't be. I try it again, but it won't move.
"Valter, dear? Hello?" I wait. I try the stiff rusty handle again and manage to open this heavy door, which must weight a ton. I bet opening it is no big deal for Valter who is a strong man. "Valter, dear? Are you there?" I walk down the hall and feel the other door handle, then another. They're all stiff, rusty, and cold. I wonder if Valter has already left for work. In this case, shouldn't he have left me a note? Perhaps I'll find one on the kitchen table.
I walk towards the dark kitchen. Indeed, I find breakfast ready for me, and his note. He says he's doing some workout downstairs and shall return shortly. I smile and shake my head. I don't dare leave this place for fear of being stuck in that frightening elevator; or what could be worse, lock myself out of this apartment. As a matter of fact, I have no idea how to leave this place. I have not seen stairs, only that ancient elevator. I should ask him about it when he comes back. There ought to be stairs here for emergencies.
I start breakfast, for this is what he's told me to do. Besides, I'm already hungry, for I'm sure it's passed my breakfast time. I have no idea how long he's going to work out for. I drink some coffee and find it robust and very hot. I look for milk, but can't find it. The light of the fridge is strong if compared to the dim light of the kitchen. I look around and see the window, but it's blocked by some dark metal panel. This place surely makes a good hiding spot, or the perfect place for hiding hostages. I shake my head and feel this idea absurd.
I sip my coffee and eat some toast. I have some ham and cheese that I've brought from home. I finish breakfast by eating a banana. I try to make the faucet work to do the dishes. Well, better said than done. Then I just quit it. As Valter hasn't returned yet, I decide to take his dirty laundry and wash them for him. But before I do that, I look for his laundry room, in case there is one.
At last I find his washing machine, drier, but no iron nor the iron board. I wonder how he, well, forget it. I bet he just takes them to the dry-cleaners. I try the faucet and it works. So, it means he's been using this place more frequently. Perhaps I can even do the dishes from here; and this is exactly what I do.
Back to the bedroom, I pick up his dirty laundry and carry his heavy hamper along. Time for doing some laundry here.
I do the whites first. I notice that most of his clothes are spent, unraveling, thinning out, or have holes. Valter urgently needs new clothes. I check his briefs, shirts, T-shirt, pants, and socks. Now I know his size, and they're all big.
To think of it, I wonder if he'd feel comfortable living in a place like Auntie's house. It's surely lighter and more like a real home there. I'm sure my aunt must have a garden, yard, and who knows, a vegetable garden. Besides, there ought to be neighbors around. But, will he like that? He says he'd love to move in with me, but will he adapt to such a new place, which looks so different from, well, this?
I'm certainly going to address this issue with him. In case he doesn't like that house, we can look for another place.
He also says he's experiencing a mental blockage, which prevents him from experiencing and enjoying sexual pleasure. It must have been caused by that rape, drugging, and blackmailing situation with Gustavo, the pastor, and his adopted son. I think that in his mind sex is considered a filthy thing. It is used as a punishment for being who he is. As they preyed on him, he blocked himself from any feelings, like pain or pleasure. On top of that, I bet they drugged him, so that he could perform for them, and have no memory of the abuse. Again, only he has the key to unlock this Pandora box. I think I can hear the front door.
"Good morning, love!" He smiles.
"Good morning, dear." We kiss.
"Wait, my love. You won't want to kiss someone as sweaty as I am! I've just been working out, love!" He has a small towel around his neck. He's wearing a drenched white sleeveless shirt, and small black shorts.
"Perhaps we can shower together, what do you say?" He looks down, wiping his forehead, cheeks, and chin with his towel.
"But I, won't be able to," he says.
"We can only take a shower, dear. Unless you don't want me to join you?" He smiles and takes my hand.
"Of course I want to shower with you, babe. Let's go. But I warn you," he bites his lower lip.
"I know dear. No sex." He shakes his head.
"No. I mean, there's no hot water here." I stop.
"How do you mean, dear? Can't you make that electric shower work?" I smile as I think of his living conditions here. "Of course! I understand, dear. But hey, if I feel the water is too cold, I'll hug you for warmth. What do you say, officer?" He grins.
"It's a big turn on when you call me that, babe." He pulls me to himself and we kiss, passionately.
"Shall we go then?" I just hope the water won't be too cold for me. Perhaps mildly cold would be nice.
We strip and admire each other's body. Needless to say, I kiss and run my hands over his big muscular hairy body. What a hot man he is! He smiles and lets me explore his body. He doesn't feel shy anymore as I feel his scars and crevices. He's not the ticklish type, like me. But I've also learned to accept his touches. He's a careful man and always moves slowly around me.
"Oh, officer! Your hot body is so sweaty!" I can speak liberally with him, for he's already got used to me. He knows I simply go crazy by his musky smell of his sweaty armpits, furry chest, sweaty belly, drenched back, dripping pubic hair, and sweaty buttocks. "Oh, officer, you're just perfect! Ohhh!" I kiss, lick, and nibble his protruding tits.
"Wait until I turn on the water, babe."
"Wait, officer! I haven't tasted you yet!" I run my hands all over his body, rub my face against his fur, and take in his magnificent muskiness. "I can never have enough of you, officer!"
"I've warned you babe. This water is cold." He turns on the water.
"Fuck!" I gasp and he hugs me. We kiss passionately under the cold water. "This water is not only cold, it's freezing!" He chuckles and we kiss again.
"I told you, love." He smiles. I search for the shampoo bottle. "Dear, where's the shampoo bottle?" He hands me a small dark bottle of shampoo. It looks like those you get from hotels. It feels quite light though. This man needs to do some shopping urgently. "Well, I guess this will have to do." I wash his smooth scalp and feel his hair beginning to grow again. I also feel his scars and massage his scalp gently. He remains still and lets me wash him.
"That massage was good, love." He rinses and opens his eyes.
"Your turn, dear." I add some water to the shampoo bottle. "This will have to do, dear."
"All right. There it goes, babe." He applies the diluted shampoo to my black hair, and massages my scalp gently. I feel his enormous callused hands and smile.
"That feels amazing, dear. You've got wonderful hands." He massages my scalp gently, then sinks his big fingers onto my scalp.
"Time to rinse off the shampoo, love." I do it and we kiss again.
I take the soap bar and sponge, and rub his big body. Even if I close my eyes, I can visualize his entire body with all the scars, solid muscles, patches of hair, belly button, and forest of pubic hair. He's also gotten used to my scrutinizing, touching, and feeling for his firm body. I've gained this man's trust and love. What else do I wish for in life?
I scrub his bull neck. He closes his eyes and moans. I move to his broad round shoulders. He parts his lips and groans.
