I stared at his profile. Disgust written over my face.
He yanked the chain, and it pulled the cap open. Dousing her in cold water. A raging outpour that hit her roughly enough to make her body dip under the pressure.
He dragged rough hands over her body. Smearing away the dirt and filth that had stained her skin so darkly.
She put her forehead against the tile. Feeling some deep emotion, she wasn’t expressing.
Fear? Disgust? Revulsion?
I couldn’t tell. All I saw was submission.
He caught her shoulders and flipped her around.
She pulled her head back from the water. Tipping it to evade having the cold water flooding into her face.
He roughly scrubbed down the front of her. His hands brisk enough, her whole body moved with each scrubbing touch. Her small breasts bobbing and the
