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“Wait, what?”

I stumbled, and he caught me. He held me steady, his hand soft but firm, guiding. I felt the texture of the floor change under my feet as we moved from the hardwood floor of the library to tile. My hand clutched his upper arm, relying on him to lead me.

“Do somethingto me?”

“I won’t hurt you tonight, Sara.”

“Alright.” That didn’t really give me much comfort. Whether or not he hurt me tonight didn’t mean anything if he planned to kill me tomorrow. But I supposed I could take it one step at a time.

We made it into a darkened room, and when he turned the light on, all I could see was a white haze. Then I heard water running.

“A shower?”

“You have to get ready for our date,” Rien said.

“Can I take this gauze off?”

“Absolutely not. Not yet, anyway.”

Rien let go of me for a moment. I heard a clink and a shuffle of fabric. Then his hands were on my shoulders, pulling back the torn shirt. I let him take off the ripped remainder of my clothing. I stood there naked, with only a blindfold of cotton gauze. The chill of the air stiffened my nipples almost instantly, and I crossed my arms in front of my chest. My heart raced.

I don’t know what made me so nervous. Rien had seen me naked before, of course. He’d done a lot more to me already than he was about to do. But I couldn’t help but shiver in anxious anticipation as I stood blindly in the middle of his bathroom. Maybe it was that I couldn’t see a damn thing. Even Rien was only a shadow moving on the white cotton covering my eyes.

“Here you go,” Rien said. His hand touched my lower back and I jumped. “It’s alright. I’ll lead you.”

I felt the steam coming off of the shower before I stepped in. I moaned in pleasure as I ducked under the water stream. God, the hot water felt good. It had only been what, two days since I had taken a shower? I leaned back and let the water flow through my hair.

“I foresee a problem with your plan, Rien,” I called out.

“What’s that?”

“How am I going to shampoo my hair with this blindfold on?”

In response, the lights in the bathroom went out. I blinked behind my blindfold in astonishment. The white cotton gauze had taken away my vision, sure, but now everything had gonedark. It was a totally different kind of blindness.

“You can take the blindfold off now,” Rien said. His voice was right outside, and as I pulled off the cotton gauze, I heard him come into the shower. The door closed with an audibleclick. Then his hand touched me on the stomach and I yelped.

“Sorry,” he said, and although it was totally dark, I could tell that he was smiling at me. “Just trying to orient myself.” His hand touched my shoulder, and I could sense him moving around to my back. The shower was big, but not that big, and his hand stayed on my shoulder as he moved.

“Why are you making me take a shower in the dark, again?” I asked. “Because there really aren’t any exit points in here, unless you count the drain, and I’m not escaping down that way.”

“Oh, I just like taking showers in the dark,” Rien said. Again, I could see his smile without seeing it. “I thought you would enjoy it, too.”

“I think I need to be able to see my body to know if I’m clean or not,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” Rien said. “I’ll make sure every inch of you is clean.”

His hand smoothed my shoulder and I felt a bar of soap sliding across my back. He rubbed the soap over my skin. True to his word, he didn’t leave a single place untouched. At my shoulders, his hands kneaded, massaging me. I let out a sigh as I felt my tensions melting away. Not all of my tensions, of course. This was a murderer who was giving me a shoulder rub in the shower; I wasn’t about to forget that. But most of them.

His other hand came around my front with the bar of soap. I gasped as I felt his chest press against my back. He slid the soap across my stomach, then up between my breasts. I moaned as he rubbed my breasts, his hands slippery and hot, fondling, stroking, cupping and squeezing. His fingers slid in a slow pinch around my nipples, twisting slightly until I cried out, then letting go. I could hear his breath against my ear as he continued to squeeze, and his cock stiffened against my back.

“I… I think the girls are clean by now, Rien.”

“You can never be too sure.”

Was that a joke? Was he joking? His moods were so variable. I couldn’t tell what was pretend and what was real.

His hand slid down between my thighs. Slippery with soap, he stroked me up and down, cleaning me in areas only I’d ever touched. In the darkness, I felt his hands, his chest, his cock.

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