My burning muscles were soothed by the warm water that surrounded my legs. I inhaled the steam filled air as I came to. Water splashed up my chest. I tried to make sense of where I was, but Oskar's roughness drew my focus. He scrubbed my chest with a rough bristled brush as I sat in the tub of soapy water. He had never been gentle when bathing me, but at least the water was warm for once.

We were in the wash room. Steam clouded my view but I knew the room well. It was where they always brought me to get cleaned up. A large drain was in the center of the room. The metal floor sloped slightly in its direction. On most occasions I'd be held at range by a collar attached to a metal pole while they hosed me down and used poled scrub brushes on me. But that was when I was soaked in blood, or enraged.

Oskar's piercing green eyes were accompanied by crow's feet and so focused on my body that he hadn't noticed my eyes open. I admired the silver that streaked through his once solidly black hair. When had he aged so?

There were lines across his forehead that I hadn't seen before. It was rare for me to ever get a good look at his face. The scar that cut through his left eye intrigued me. I would have continued to memorize the lines of his face if his scrub brush hadn't gotten so close to my private areas.

"I can do it myself," I said, just as Oskar's hand grazed my tender bits. His head turned to look me in the eyes.

"You're finally awake. Lean over the edge," He replied, not even bothered by the area he had just nearly touched. I wanted to complain, but thought twice about it. Instead I did as he asked. It never turned out well when I fought them in the wash room. The floor was too slick and I was always wet.

Slowly I turned around in the tub and leaned over the edge. I swore that iron tub was made for me, because the downward slope that I leaned onto fit the curve of my body perfectly. My entire back was exposed to the air, but luckily it was warm in the room. It was one of my more pleasant baths.

I stared at the white concrete walls as Oskar fumbled with a bottle. A cold liquid ran down my spine causing me to flinch. Unbothered by my movement Oskar rubbed the liquid into the metal framework that the doctor had put into my back. It felt weird but it didn't hurt. My body had healed around the metal years ago and I always wondered what it looked like. I hadn't seen my own reflection since before I was kidnapped and I wasn't sure I'd even be able to recognize myself if I did.

"Such a shame," Oskar sighed as he rubbed the liquid into my spine. His touch was gentle, too gentle. Oskar didn't speak freely with me very often, so I felt inclined to pursue the conversation. I didn't get to talk much.

"What is?" I asked. Oskar turned me around in the tub so I was facing him.

"With your looks you could be used for something much more fun than experiments," His hands lingered at my waist as he stared into my eyes. A shiver ran through me, but I didn't let my composure fade. Instead I smiled up at him.

"If you think I'm so beautiful, then why don't you take me home with you?" I asked. He burst into laughter, immediately. The swiftness of his response boiled the blood in my veins.

"Like I'd be stupid enough to break you out of this place. I'd be dead before I got a foot out the door," he said as he pulled me out of the tub. I was instantly wrapped in a soft white towel. "Besides with all the experiments they've done on you who knows what would happen if you had sex with someone. I bet you'd make some kind of Frankenstein baby." His obnoxious laughter continued and I felt the rage build within me.

"Fuck you," I replied as he dried me off.

His laughter faded, but he didn't punish me for my words. He was being too nice to me. That could only mean one thing. I was about to see the doctor!

Breath caught in my lungs, but my realization had come too late. Oskar had already injected me with a sedative. I saw the injector in his hand and suddenly felt its affects. He must have shot it into one of the metal vein taps in my back while he was drying me off. That bastard.

I felt light headed and fell into Oskar's arms. His body radiated a warmth that mine desperately craved. I never got to feel the skin of another person's against mine. He cradled me in his arms as I drifted off to sleep. His piercing green eyes were the last thing I remembered.