I turned on the fossette of the surprisingly large shower in the Penthouse master bathroom and waited for the water to steam. It didn't take long and stepping under it was a delight in itself as the hot water rushed over my face and down my body. I wasted no time in taking the complimentary shampoo and worked it into my scalp, pushing the blood and filth that stained my once beautiful blonde hair into a mucky brown and red. Watching the muggy colors run down the drain was satisfactory to say the least. I took a sponge and filled it body wash, and began to scrub every part of my body vigorously. Thankfully, my wound had now healed and I was no longer in pain. I scrubbed myself like I hadn't washed in years because that was truly what I felt like. Once the soap had rinsed from the sponge, I
