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I nod.
He's still holding his hand out. I try to ignore it.
“I'm not going to hurt you,” he says.
I amsohungry. Finally, I take his hand and let him lead me into the bathroom. He guides me to sit on the edge of the tub and turns the shower on. Then he starts to undress. I tense, part of me wanting to run back into the cell.
“We're going to take a shower, you and I,” he says calmly. “I won't touch you in any way you don't want. And no one will see.”
I know what he's doing. He's trying to make this easier for me. In the end, I'll have to fuck him in the cell in front of the cameras so our sick mystery captor can watch. My co-captive is trying to give us some privacy and the illusion of choice at least to start, at least to let me get used to his body.
“Come on, drop the towel and get in the shower with me.”
He steps into the shower and closes the door behind him. I know he won't hurt me. He hasn't yet. I think I'm safe with this man, and there’s only one way to get food. I take a few slow deep breaths, wipe the stray tears off my cheeks, and take off the towel.
When I open the door, he pulls me in under the rain shower with him. His mouth moves close to my ear. His words are quiet, almost dwarfed by the sound of the water.
“I don't know if there are listening devices in the bathroom, but if there are, the shower may give us some cover. What's your name?”
I pull back from him and look into his eyes—really look at them. I've avoided his gaze so much in my time here. They’re hazel, but they seem far lighter than they are because of his tanned skin and dark hair. He's growing the beginnings of a beard.
“Kate,” I finally say.
“Kate. That's a pretty name. I'm Seven.”
At first I think I don't hear him right. “Seven? Like the number?”
He chuckles. “Yes, like the number.”
“Are you from a big family? Are your siblings all named One through Six?”
“No siblings. Only child. I can be grateful they didn't name me One, I guess.”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
I like his name though. The strangeness of it makes me feel somehow more comfortable with him. But still I flinch again when he moves a strand of wet hair behind my ear, the touch too intimate. I'm suddenly so aware of just how naked I am with this man I don't know.
“You can touch me, Kate. However you want. I'm yours to explore. I want to make this easy for you because we both know you aren't going to starve yourself. And I really don't want to watch you...” He trails off.
He doesn't want to watch me die. Our captor is right; Seven will make it longer than me. And on a certain level, if we don't do what we've been ordered to do, it makes it look like I'd rather die than fuck this man. And that is definitely not true. His body is a work of art. There is no part of me repulsed by any part of him.
It's just the situation.
Even if he'd survive longer than me, I know he must be hungry. And our captor didn't say I had to consent. He just said Seven had to fuck me. All he had to do was take me in that cell, my will be damned, and we would both be fed—at least if our captor plans to honor his own terms. There’s no way to know if we'll really be allowed to eat if Seven fucks me.
Suddenly out of nowhere, I'm sobbing, the weight of everything becoming too much. Seven pulls me against his chest. My first instinct is to pull away, but he’s so warm and solid, and the way he cradles my head against him makes me feel stupidly safe in the midst of this nightmare.
“Shhh, Kate. I'm so sorry this is happening to you.”
I let him hold me as the warm water rains down over us. Finally, after several minutes, when I'm able to stop my crying, I pull away from him.
I reach out tentatively and run my hands over his chest, sliding down the smooth rippling muscles of his abs. He's got that gorgeous 'V' that only the most dedicated men can achieve. He's tall, maybe six foot three, and broad, but his muscles aren't bulky like a body builder. They are compact, tightly coiled strength. These are not muscles built for looks; they're built for action. Though they are undeniably beautiful.
There’s a sharp intake of breath from him as my finger trails along one side of the line of that 'V', then I drag my tongue long it. His cock rises to attention. He is large and thick and hard. Seven has the most beautiful dick I think I've ever seen in my life.
I experimentally lick one of his nipples before biting gently. He groans at this. I look up at him, and he takes the opportunity to put his hand behind my neck and pull me up and into him for a consuming kiss that ignites a whole swarm of butterflies inside my stomach that shouldn't be there but are.
I expect him to fuck me now, but he doesn't. We just make out in the shower for several minutes like a couple of teenagers who haven't crossed that bridge before. I'm panting when I finally pull away from him. He lets me go, his intense hungry gaze never leaving mine.
