***Rose***
I watched as the young girl moved to the bathroom, started the shower, and left. My legs felt like cement as I moved to the bathroom. I could see the steam slowly filling the room. Looking down at my dirt clothes from behind, drug through woods by him. With a soft sigh, I turned to shut the door but found no lock,
Great. I thought, but shut it anyway; I would at least hear it open,
Stripping off my clothes and tossing them to the floor, I step into the shower, only to let out a hiss. Looking down, I saw the warm water running over the cuts on my feet. 'Dam him' I curse out loud,
The water felt good against my tensed muscles. After he roughly assaulted me, even though I was able to wash afterward, I still felt dirty. I swear I could smell him on my skin. I felt bile rise i
