I finally opened my eyes when Dak returned. I still couldn't look at his face, but I saw him well enough to see that he was wearing gym shorts & t-shirt. I took that as a hopeful sign. Maybe this was over.
Dak reached down and untied me. Still gagged, I sat up slowly, trying to rub the circulation back into my arms and legs. He sat across from me on the sofa watching me quietly. I was naked still and was about to remove the gag when he got up and stepped over to me.
"Nnnnppphhh?" I moaned as Dak pulled my arms behind me and bound my wrists again.
"Let's get you to the bathroom and clean you up."
I did look up then. I had to see if Dak looked as different as he sounded. Reaching down he helped me to wobbly feet and led me down the hallway and into the bathroom. I was still eyeing him warily as the door was shut and locked it behind us.
Once there, I sank to the floor with my back against the wall and just sat there a while, pulling my knees to my chest. I didn't cry. This was the time I needed to pull myself together. I had no idea what time it was. The ordeal had seemed to last for hours and hours. Surely it was late. I was frantic with worry about getting home, I thought with real pain. I then looked up and saw a small digital clock on the shelf. 7:22 it said. NO WAY!! I looked away from the clock as Dak turned the shower on. Helping me back up he assisted me in as my hand were still tied behind me. I stood under the hot cascading water as Dak gently washed me down scrubbing me as best he could. I closed my eyes and opened them again. I hadn't realized how it would feel to be used. The spray ended as he then dried me off and wrapped the towel around my lower body when he was done
I looked at myself in your bathroom mirror. I was deflated and beaten.
"We need to talk," Dak said as he unlocked and opened the bathroom door. "Actually, I need to tell you something."
"mmmhhhrrfff?" Despite being gagged and my hands tied at the small of my back something in the way Dak spoke soothed me a little...just a little. I just wanted to get home and was still a little concerned to refuse. I became worried when he turned me down the hall leading me to a bedroom.