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When I leave the showcased armory to check out the elaborate kitchen, I’m spooked and jump nearly three feet in the air by a new masked man. Are you fucking kidding me? There’s another one? If he thinks he’s going to tag team me with another sick psycho and have some kind of horror flick orgy, he has another think coming.
This one is donning a purge mask with teal blue LED lights. He’s wearing dark gray sweatpants and a fitted black t-shirt. In front of him is a fluffy white towel in his giant grasp. I suppress my gasp and frantically try to concoct a way to escape. Before I can move an inch, the man behind the mask speaks.
“Do you think I’d let another man touch you?!”
A feral growl slithers out. He sounds angry that I’d even think that, or irate at the thought of another man with me. A dose of fury threatens to pull me under. This masked fuckface made me relieved that the person in front of me is him. Relief at his presence shouldn’t be something I experience.
The most atrocious sin he’s committed this entire time is the fact he’s wearing clean, dry clothes. Must be nice. It’s practically a slap in the face considering I’ve been naked and freezing my tits off nearly all night.Fucking fucker!
After observing the array of emotions flit across my face, he says, “I thought I’d switch things up on you in our new setting. Now, let’s get you cleaned up. I have the shower running and a fresh set of clothes waiting for you.”
I’m not sure how I feel about this change. Hopefully, it’s not indicative of a whole new personality. I just got used to this one.
With my arms still tied behind my back, I follow. I wish I could hit him in the head with something, not only because I was somewhat happy to see my abductor but because I’m willingly following him. I would stalk the devil into hell if I was guaranteed a hot shower at the end.
On his heels, I trail the man down a long hallway. I’m kind of taken aback by his interior design choices for this passageway. Floor-length mirrors line its entirety. I can’t help but catch a glimpse of myself as we pass through. I don’t want to look but when my curiosity gets the best of me, I come to a complete stop. To say I look a mess would be an understatement. My hair is matted with mud in several spots and there’s a random leaf sticking out. I swear to fuck if that worm from earlier is in there, I’m shaving my head, bald. There’s several scratches that adorn my body, some with dried blood and a few are bright red. It’s hard to tell but if I squint my eyes, I can see the beginning of several bruises under my muddy apparel.
Lost in the hall of mirrors, my abductor demands, “Get a move on, Bambi, before I change my mind.” We are a few paces from a staircase leading up. I didn’t expect for there to be a second floor, granted I didn’t see the outside of this house.
“You want me to walk up the stairs with my hands tied behind my back?” I ask with incredulity. It would be fine under normal circumstances, but in the state I’m in, I can’t trust myself not to tumble ass over teakettle.
There’s that rumble of laughter again when he says, “Don’t worry Bambi, I’ll be right behind you.”
Uh, what?
“But I’m naked?” I don’t know why I pose it as a question, but I really don’t want him that up close and personal with my ass in case he attempts to assault it again.
“I’m aware,” is all he offers.
I turn my lips into a tight line. It’s a little too late for self-perseverance.
My first step is cautious on the lightly stained, hand scraped stairs. My ankle still has a twinge of pain but it’s not horrible.
A few more steps and I hear him groan from behind me.
“If you don’t hurry, I’m going to bend you over on the stairs and take my fill of your pussy from behind.”
My sex clenches at his declaration. I’m half tempted to pause and test his threat. Then I remember there’s a shower waiting for me, and I pick up the pace, but not before he lands a loud smack on my battered ass. I barely feel it though, because I’m solely focused on standing under a hot spray.
Once at the top, we travel down the hall a short distance to an open doorway with the light on. The sound of running water greets my ears, and before I think twice, I dart through the threshold. A strong band snakes around my waist, halting me in my pursuit of cleanliness.
“Not yet, dirty girl. Your hands are still tied behind your back.”
It’s hard to stand still as he makes quick work of removing my bindings. Steam is billowing over the curtain, and I breathe it in, trying to warm the chill in my soul. The water scorches my feet as I step into the shower/tub combo, but when my skin acclimates to it, the temperature soothes my muscles. To get some pseudo alone time, I try to close the frosted curtain, but the man stops it with his hands and yanks it off the rod. Curtain rings clatter over all the surfaces of the bathroom.
“You don’t get to hide from me, Bambi. I’ve already caught you. You’re all mine.”
Whatever.I all but shrug my shoulders at his claim. Let him think what he will, as long as I can stay where I’m at, I don’t care at this moment.
Even though the masked man took the privacy of the shower curtain, at least he’s not inside the room, gawking while I bathe.
No. He’s outside the door, gawking while I bathe.
In an attempt to block his prying eyes, or piss him off a little, I turn my back to him. The water stings as it hits my torn flesh. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, letting the pressure of the water do all the cleaning.
After about ten minutes of remaining stationary, I reach for the bottle of body soap and the white washcloth on the side of the tub. Lathering the eucalyptus and mint scented soap in my hands, I wipe at my face. Suds begin their descent down my body, setting every single laceration on fire. A high pitch squeal escapes me and I whimper as I step under the direct spray of the shower head. If I didn’t know better, I'd swear I just used acid instead of soap, and it's burning my flesh away in layers.
My pained whimper must alert the masked man with glowing eyes because his chin tilts up from the direction of my side boob to the direction of my face in an instant.
