As I woke up for the second time, I peeked an eye open to check my surroundings. No one was in the chair and the room appeared to be empty when I looked over my shoulder. I sighed and tried to roll over onto my back and straighten out my arms, but as I did so my wrists stung. Looking at my wrists, I could see that they were raw from rubbing against the handcuffs during my sleep.
How could this happen? I'd heard stories of women being kidnapped, but no one ever believes that they could be taken themselves. Would I die? Did this man plan to kill me? I was afraid to even ponder on what he had injected into my arm, especially when it was right after asking if I was on birth control. Birth control? Did that mean he planned on raping me again? That was a stupid thought. I knew he would do it again.
I pulled my feet up under me and I could feel dried semen on my back cracking from the movement. My cheeks felt hot with shame and the burning in my nose that warned of up-coming tears alerted me. Shaking my head, I took a deep breath to try to calm myself. Crying my eyes out when I could be figuring out a way to save myself did nothing.
Observing the room, I noticed that the bed I laid on was not the only one. My bed was on the far wall, directly across from the door. There were two beds, on against each wall on my left and right. Each headboard was against the walls, and the beds were made, except for mine. The ceiling had a few lights hanging. There were no windows so the artificial light casted a slight yellow glow on the white walls and dark wooden floor. Next to the bed on my right was another door, but I couldn't tell what it led to.
Still sleepy, I yawned, but my cheeks ached. I recalled how many times I'd been slapped the night before. No one had ever hit me before last night. No man had ever seen me naked before. My toes curled in an effort to comfort myself and I clenched my eyes shut. The sound of a door handle turning took my attention and I opened my eyes to see the door across from me opening and in stepped the man from the night before.
"Is the little flower up from her nap?" He smirked at me and shut the door behind him. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" I hadn't thought about it, but at the mention of the bathroom, I had the sudden urge to use it. I nodded without looking at him.
Walking over to the bed, he leaned over me as he pulled a small key from his pocket and uncuffed me. He rubbed my wrists slowly as I hesitantly sat up. I wanted to hide my body, but my cheeks still held the reminder of what would happen.
I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was embarrassed, I was ashamed.
With a hand on my waist, he helped me stand and led me to the second door in the room. Upon him opening it I noticed that it was a bathroom. A sink and counter and toilet were to my left and a large bathtub was at the far end underneath a medium sized window. He turned on the light and pushed me inside, but I just stood there when he didn't leave. My eyes looked towards his general direction, but stayed on the floor. "Well?" He asked. My face felt cold instantly. He couldn't possibly plan to watch me use the bathroom. "I...I can't..."
Scoffing, he shoved me towards the toilet. "Be a good girl." Shutting my eyes tight I lifted the lid and sat down, trying to will away his gaze. After a few minutes my body relaxed enough to do its business and when I was done cleaning myself I finally looked at him and was relieved enough to see that he had his back to me. The sound of the toilet flushing alerted him that I was done and instead of addressing me, he went to the bathtub and turned the water on.
When I stayed where I was, he reached his hand out. "Come on, Lily."
I walked over to him and I could feel the steam rising from the water. I lifted a foot over the tub and poked my foot in the water, but quickly yanked it out with a yelp. "It's too hot!" He reached his hand in, held it there, and pulled it out with a shrug. Picking me up, he set me over and into the water. I tried to jump out, but he held me there. The water burned my skin, but eventually my legs got used to it. I tried to slowly lower the rest of my body into the water, letting myself adjust, but he just shoved me all the way under with a splash. As my head emerged from the water I whimpered and pulled my knees to my chest.
The sound of shampoo squirting out of a bottle caught my attention and then hands were in my hair, rubbing my scalp and creating suds.
Silence filled the bathroom and his fingers felt rather good.
"...Are you going to kill me?" There, I said it.
His fingers stopped for a moment before resuming. "No."
His pause didn't make me feel better at all. "Are you going to hurt me?" I felt his fingers tighten in my hair and he turned my head to face him. "That's up to you, little girl."
I scrunched my face and hugged my knees to me tightly. His fingers actually felt nice against my scalp as he massaged it slowly, building a heavy lather that dropped into the water now and then. When he was satisfied, he grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it with water before tilting my head back and pouring the water on my hair.
He repeated this over and over, slowly rinsing my hair without being rough. As the last the last of the shampoo was out of my hair, he repeated the whole process with conditioner from under the counter. It smelled sweet like strawberry
smoothies and it relaxed me even more.
"Can I... Can I know your name?" My voice was quiet. I felt that if I at least knew his name it could make things easier. It would make him less of a stranger, but it wouldn't make him less of a danger.
"No."
Tears welled in my eyes and my nose burned a little. "Please... please, tell me..." My voice shuddered as I could feel myself start to cry. I could hear him sigh, but he didn't say any more.
After my hair was taken care of, he pulled a pink bottle of body wash out and squirted some into his hands. I furrowed my brows and tried to back away from him, but in the small space of the bathtub, I'd only managed to splash the water at him.
