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gently squeezed her hands. “Don’t argue with me. You know you need to clear your head and think before you ask any of your questions. Take a shower, collect your thoughts, and maybe even sleep a bit. You will feel much better.” She begrudgingly realized she was not going to get anywhere with him at the moment. She stood and began to walk back towards the room she awakened in as he told her, “Everything you need is in there.” She waved noncommittally back at him with one hand as the other slammed the door behind her.
Chapter 7
The bathroom was white and sage green marble, the shower against the back wall of the bathroom was a welcoming sight. The shower doors were frosted halfway up like white-capped waves. She sighed, shoulders relaxing at the thought of a soothing, hot shower. Suspicious and cautious, she tip-toed over to it and yanked the doors open to check inside. Empty. She blew out the breath she had not realized she was holding. What did she think she would find, a monster? She opened the cupboards under the sink to find only towels folded in two neat rows. No soap, shampoo, or toothbrush to be found. A guest bathroom without toiletries? She would have to make the best of it. Something was better than nothing.
Turning back to the shower, she turned the lever to hot, holding her fingertips under the shower heads until the water was hot. Shedding her clothes with haste she paused, startled to catch her reflection in the floor length mirror on the door. Just below her breasts was a bluish band of bruising, almost encircling her waist. Her hands trembled as she ran her fingers lightly over the bruises, remembering Sid ’s body pressed painfully into hers. ‘Isn’t it ironic that agony reminds you that you are alive, but during such bone crushing pain, you wish you were dead’ his words burned into her mind with intrusive intent. Light headed from the memory, she let out a controlled breath, turned and leaned against the cool, marble surface of the sink for a minute. Eyes closed, she collected her thoughts, she couldn’t lose control now. She wouldn’t get through this ordeal if she did. She needed to find out what was going on so crumpling into a heap of weakness wouldn’t do her any good. She stood up, winced from the newly awakened pain to her ribs and proceeded to the shower.
The hot water was absolute bliss! She let the water run down her back, then turned to let it run down her front. She closed her eyes, raising her head to the spray as if it could wash the last forty eight or so hours away from her. She thought about the events that had occurred, apprehension coiling in her chest at the thought of the events that will no doubt occur in the not so distant future. As if to dispel the feeling, she pressed the palm of her hand against her chest, the rapid beating of her heart feeling like the only certainty in her life right now. Feeling a frisson of panic tingling through her veins, she clenched her fists to her sides. She had to remain strong. Shoulders tense, she rolled them to release the tightness that had set in days ago. Was everyone crazy or was it her? She shook her head and turned her back to the water. A bar of milky soap sat in the tray. Leaning over, she picked up the soap, brought it to her face, and inhaled deeply. Crisp and clean like a thunderstorm on a hot day, the soap smelled like him, like Kratos. The scent caused her breath to hitch as awareness burned low in her belly. What kind of a name was Kratos, anyway? Was it Greek or Latin?
She lathered up her hands, leaned forward, and began at her feet and worked her way up. Feeling the stubble on her legs, she scrunched her nose in irritation. She wished she had a razor right now. As she turned to rinse herself off, she noticed a pink razor sitting on the shelf next to her. Eyes narrowing upon the razor, she could have sworn it wasn’t there a moment ago, was it? Was she so tired that she hadn‘t
Chapter 7
The bathroom was white and sage green marble, the shower against the back wall of the bathroom was a welcoming sight. The shower doors were frosted halfway up like white-capped waves. She sighed, shoulders relaxing at the thought of a soothing, hot shower. Suspicious and cautious, she tip-toed over to it and yanked the doors open to check inside. Empty. She blew out the breath she had not realized she was holding. What did she think she would find, a monster? She opened the cupboards under the sink to find only towels folded in two neat rows. No soap, shampoo, or toothbrush to be found. A guest bathroom without toiletries? She would have to make the best of it. Something was better than nothing.
Turning back to the shower, she turned the lever to hot, holding her fingertips under the shower heads until the water was hot. Shedding her clothes with haste she paused, startled to catch her reflection in the floor length mirror on the door. Just below her breasts was a bluish band of bruising, almost encircling her waist. Her hands trembled as she ran her fingers lightly over the bruises, remembering Sid ’s body pressed painfully into hers. ‘Isn’t it ironic that agony reminds you that you are alive, but during such bone crushing pain, you wish you were dead’ his words burned into her mind with intrusive intent. Light headed from the memory, she let out a controlled breath, turned and leaned against the cool, marble surface of the sink for a minute. Eyes closed, she collected her thoughts, she couldn’t lose control now. She wouldn’t get through this ordeal if she did. She needed to find out what was going on so crumpling into a heap of weakness wouldn’t do her any good. She stood up, winced from the newly awakened pain to her ribs and proceeded to the shower.
The hot water was absolute bliss! She let the water run down her back, then turned to let it run down her front. She closed her eyes, raising her head to the spray as if it could wash the last forty eight or so hours away from her. She thought about the events that had occurred, apprehension coiling in her chest at the thought of the events that will no doubt occur in the not so distant future. As if to dispel the feeling, she pressed the palm of her hand against her chest, the rapid beating of her heart feeling like the only certainty in her life right now. Feeling a frisson of panic tingling through her veins, she clenched her fists to her sides. She had to remain strong. Shoulders tense, she rolled them to release the tightness that had set in days ago. Was everyone crazy or was it her? She shook her head and turned her back to the water. A bar of milky soap sat in the tray. Leaning over, she picked up the soap, brought it to her face, and inhaled deeply. Crisp and clean like a thunderstorm on a hot day, the soap smelled like him, like Kratos. The scent caused her breath to hitch as awareness burned low in her belly. What kind of a name was Kratos, anyway? Was it Greek or Latin?
She lathered up her hands, leaned forward, and began at her feet and worked her way up. Feeling the stubble on her legs, she scrunched her nose in irritation. She wished she had a razor right now. As she turned to rinse herself off, she noticed a pink razor sitting on the shelf next to her. Eyes narrowing upon the razor, she could have sworn it wasn’t there a moment ago, was it? Was she so tired that she hadn‘t
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