Sage King
Following Maverick’s instructions – once.
Taking a shower left me rejuvenated, especially switching the temperature until the water burned my skin a bright red. To anyone else, this would be pure torture and yet I felt more alive under the fire than in the warmth of safety.
I want the pain to stop, and I inflict the pain because I deserve it.
With the towel secured around my chest, steam cascading against my back and the reminisce of the cherry blossom bodywash on my skin, I realise that I don’t have any clothes. Exhaling a sharp breath as I notice the closet door on my left is open, I never opened it and when I do, I’m bombarded with an array of neutral toned clothes. Maverick must be had someone put them here while I was in the shower since I never left my room. A
