I took a thorough shower trying my best not to damp my stitches and bruises or rub harshly. Even though I was tempted to wash away all the dirt and those dirty hands of Holder off my skin but I knew I couldn't. It will bruise me in the end.
Dressing up in a loose white shirt and trousers, I wrapped my hair in a towel before twisting it on top of my head. With a long sigh, I stepped out and saw nobody in my sight. Frowning, I padded along the hallway before coming to an instant hall before a giant door.
Suspicious and curious, I knocked and dead silence prevailed in the air. As if whoever was inside stilled every movement. Not a couple of seconds later, I heard footsteps nearing the door before it swung open, revealing a sweaty Jack with just a tank top on with rough shorts.
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