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“Shower.” I snap as we enter a living area, and Moxie points behind me. I haven’t seen her without her mask before, but I realise she looks familiar. Does she know who I am? That I’m Kitten’s fucking teacher?
“There’s a guest room and bathroom back there.”
I spin on my heel and head through the door she pointed to while Shaun offers her a thanks. As I make my way through the guest bedroom, Shaun flicks the light on, and I find the bathroom, using my elbow to flick the light on.
“Fuckboy! Get in here and turn the shower on. Not too hot.” I demand, and Shaun’s reflection appears in the mirror as he stands behind me, rolling his fucking eyes. I ignore him and look down at Kitten. “Baby, we need to clean you up. I’m gonna give you a shower, ok?”
“O… k.” Rhys rasps. Her lids still closed, her body still heavily lifeless in my arms.
The shower turns on, and Shaun adjusts the temperature. His eyes dart to Rhys in my arms every few moments, his worry for her matching mine.
“She’s gonna be ok, right?”
I glance up at him, and my lips thin.
“Physically, she will be. In a few days.”
Testing the water with his hand, Shaun nods to himself and steps out of the shower’s entry.
“But not mentally?” His question is more of a statement.
I shake my head.
“No. This is gonna take a while for her to get over.”
Emotions I’m not used to feeling twist my gut in knots just thinking about what happened tonight. What my poor Kitten would have been thinking while it happened. How helpless she would have felt.
Vik and her deranged husband will pay for this. Somehow, I will make them fucking pay.
With Rhys still firmly in my arms, I step into the shower and let the warm water rush over us. Rhys’ lids flutter open as the water cascades over her, and those normally bright with life chocolate eyes peer up at me like the light has been switched off behind them.
“Ty.” She whimpers, and my fucking heart breaks.
“It’s ok, baby. You’re safe. It’s over.”
“I’m sorry.” She murmurs, her face twisting in pain as tears pop free.
“Why? You have nothing to be sorry for.” I brush the water over her stomach, feeling the vile slime of other men’s cum as I try to clean it off.
“B-roke the rules.”
“No, baby. What they did tonight was wrong. So wrong.”
What they did tonight went too far. That fucker and his wife have something against Kitten. I don’t know how I know that, but I can sense something more. Something I don’t understand. What they did to her tonight was more than a punishment. What they did tonight was torture.
“I didn’t think he was going to stop.” Rhys’ bottom lip quivers as she whispers the words.
Fuck! I’ve never seen her so distressed. Rhys wears sex as armour. It’s her façade. Her currency. Now, though, it’s been used against her. Now, she’s broken.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you.” I choke on the words as I try to get them past the lump the size of a fucking cricket ball in my throat.
A sob escapes her then, and she curls into my chest as she lets go of her last bit of control. Her cries are agonizing, and it rips my chest wide open. My knees buckle, and I collapse to the cold tiled floor of the shower, water raining down over our heads.
The glass door opens, and Shaun steps in even though there’s hardly any room, and I’m thankful he’s wearing jocks now, so I don’t have to get an eyeful of his dick. He does something over our heads, and then the falling water shifts, so it’s aimed at our huddled bodies.
When Shaun squats down, he has a weird pink fluffy looking thing in his hand, and he glides it over Rhys’ body. Soap-suds bubble over Kitten’s creamy skin, washing away the filth as it flows from her skin and down the drain.
Even though Kitten is still curled into my chest, she lets Shaun take her arms, and he gently scrubs them clean. Then he moves to her breasts, tummy, and down her legs. When he parts her legs a little, knowing he has to wash her there, he curses.
