Page 25 of Innocence
After I finished washing my hands–not an easy task to accomplish while holding the sheet up–I stood there trying to figure out what to do next.
I was new to this kidnapping thing, and my captor wasn’t offering up any abduction rules. Unless I counted his‘this isn’t about what you want’speech, I had no idea what was expected of me. Did I go back to the bed? That seemed to be my spot.
I didn’t know why, but my eyes found their way back to Enzo. Even more confusing was the way his lips tipped up. As if he was pleased by my reaction.
“Would you prefer a bath or shower, Pet?”
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
It was bad enough that I had to pee with him watching. I didn’t care how much my skin crawled to cleanse away whatever remnants of his come were still on me. I was not bathing while he was there. For all I knew, he had cameras everywhere.
My gaze shifted around the room. I might never bathe again.
Apparently my silence didn’t call for the same pleased response, because I got that brow arch again.
“You can choose, or I’ll choose for you.”
When I was about six or seven, Angie got jumped by a couple girls on the way home from school. Even though I was terrified, I tried to step in. There were three of them, but Angie was my sister. She stuck up for me all the time. I couldn’t just sit idly by while she got hurt.
Every time I yelled at them to leave her alone, she told me to shut up and stay back. A few years later, I asked her why she did that. I never forgot her response.
“If you’re going to survive in this world, Kya, you need to learn when to stand down and when to stand up. It’s not the battles that count. It’s the war. That’s the fight you want to win.”
Was this moment my war? Or was it just another battle? My whole life seemed to be one big battle. None of which I could win. I could fight him, but he had at least a hundred pounds on me and was over a foot taller. Enzo had the advantage.
Hell, he had all the power. He could do whatever he wanted, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop him.
But maybe…
The bathtub was out in the open, while the shower was encased in frosted glass. Much less exposed.
“Shower,” I said.
“Very well.” Enzo tipped his chin. “Go on then.”
This was too easy.
My eyes narrowed, before I stepped into the shower stall and closed the door. He was out there. I could see his silhouette. I was reminded of those times I’d hidden when Ralph was on a rampage. There was nothing stopping him from coming in the closet.
Just like there was nothing stopping my captor from coming in here. The combined feeling of claustrophobia and protection made no sense. Yet, I felt oddly safe.
A barked order came from the other side, making me jump a little. “Sheet.”
I could shower with the sheet on. It wouldn’t be the greatest cleanse job of my life, but I could make it work.
“Now, Pet.” Enzo stepped up to the glass door and growled, “Or I’ll come in and get it myself.”
That was good enough for me.
The sheet went fluttering over the top in a wave of red silk. I looked up, searching for a shower head. Which, when I turned on the water, I found out was the entire roof.
A cascade of drops showered down on me, sinking heat into my aching muscles. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the wall, enjoying the wave of relief rolling through my strained arms. Warm water never felt so good.
“I’m curious, Pet, how innocent are you?” My body twitched at the deep tone wafting in. “How many men have been inside your tight little pussy?”
I wasn’t going to answer that.
Ignoring him, I reached up and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. A little disturbed that he conveniently had the same brand I used.
