"S-stop" I pleaded once more, but the pain didn't stop.

He was watching me from above, with a superior attitude with those cold eyes of his.

"Please, master ..."

I had given up, I had abandoned myself, the pain was too strong and what that man wanted was to feel his power over me to grow. By now I had become his servant, his slave or as he preferred, his animal.

The man laughed with satisfaction and the pain in his back subsided.

I collapsed on the ground exhausted, I didn't even have the strength to stay on my knees anymore.

"Now do you understand who you are dealing with ?!" he said approaching my face.

He grabbed my arm, lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, and dragged me to the door.

"There is a bathroom down there, wash, you smell worse than an animal! Leave your clothes there, inside you will find everything you need. Don't wander around the corridor, if I find you there you will be severely punished. You have an hour! "

I looked first at the man and then at the corridor, unsure of what to do, but his stern gaze left no other choice: I had to do as I was told.

I left the room and walked down the hall. All the time I felt his gaze fixed on my back, causing me constant chills.

"Don't turn around, do not turn around!" I repeated myself all the way. If I had met those eyes again, I would not have been able to walk anymore, I would have been petrified.

Finally, I got to the bathroom and shut myself inside, breathing a sigh of relief at not feeling those eyes on me anymore.

I wanted to abandon myself and stay still in that bathroom for eternity, but I only had an hour. Because I had to meet those eyes again, that body... No! I shouldn't have!

I shook my head and looked around. That wasn't a bathroom!

Well, it was too big to be one! It was all white. To my left an underground tub took up most of the space, further ahead there was a sink with a mirror in front, the toilet and, not far from me, a chair, also white, with towels and a bathrobe on it and in front of an empty basket, right at the bottom, there was a shelf with what must have been perfumes and creams for the skin.

I ventured a step forward, but a movement made me jump, I turned to my right, but the only thing I encountered was my reflection on the huge mirror that covered the entire wall.

I approached and touched the reflection with my fingers, observing my body full of scars and bruises still visible, I turned slightly to observe my back and I was surprised to see something strange: a rose chained right in the middle of the back from which they descended streams of blood.

Could it be ... what that man had done? Was the pain caused by that?

"Don't think about it!"

I only had an hour, if I wasted it thinking, I would risk being punished by him.

I took off the only clothes I had left, throwing them in the basket and turned on the hot water tap of the tub and, as soon as it was full, I entered slowly.

First the toes, then the bruised legs, the thin waist, up to the neck.

It was extremely relaxing!

I allowed myself a few minutes of relaxation, remaining immersed in the water up to my lips, letting the muscles melt away from the tension.

Yes, it was relaxing.

I took the first bottle of soap in front of me and a fresh, sweet fragrance flooded me: peach blossom.

It was so sweet ...

I poured the soap over the sponge and began to lather myself, rubbing hard every inch of skin as if to wipe out invisible marks, scratched the dried blood, being careful not to get too bad and soaped my hair.

I liked washing my hair, stroking it gently and feeling it under the skin of my fingers. No one had ever caressed me or even soaped my hair, I had to do everything myself.

I immersed myself completely, removing any residue of the bubble bath.

I got out of the tub and wrapped myself in the soft bathrobe, sitting on the chair. I dried every inch of skin, careful not to press the most delicate points and with another towel, I dried my hair as nicely and better.

I looked around for a hairdryer, but there didn't seem to be one.

Well, all I had to do was get dressed ...

"The clothes!"

There were not! But I couldn't go back to the room in my bathrobe, let alone with dirty clothes!

I looked at my reflection. The bathrobe couldn't even cover my legs!

However, I didn't have much choice ...

I felt my cheeks catch fire with embarrassment.

I opened the door and went out into the corridor: there was no one.

I reached the door of the room and touched the knit with the tips of my fingers, more blush added to my cheeks.

"What if he's there? What if he'll do something to me?"

I gritted my teeth and opened.

Yes, he was there. He was waiting for me, sitting comfortably on his bed, with his legs crossed and a smile painted on his face that made me shiver.

If until a few seconds before hundreds of thoughts and questions crowded my head, now there was total silence.

I pulled the bathrobe tighter, trying to hide unnecessarily.

Still those eyes, those magnetic eyes that made my legs melt as if they were ice under the sun, watched me curiously, following the shapes of my body and causing me more chills. How could he have so much power over me?

"What are you doing standing there doing nothing?" he asked.

I looked down in fear and replied stammering: "I-I ... there were no clothes, s-so..."

He got up.

I backed away in fear, but he was immediately on me.

He encircled my waist with one hand, holding me close, while with the other he stroked my still wet hair, inserting his fingers between them.

Why was he doing it?

He lowered his head to my neck and I braced myself for the worst. I narrowed my eyes, convinced of what he was going to do to me, my body began to shake.

But nothing happened.

I opened my eyes again, but I could only see black. The black of his clothes.

His head was still firm on my neck, but he hadn't bitten me, much less he was about to.

He was just breathing.

I squeezed tighter with both hands and took a deep breath.

In a way, that embrace of his calmed me, made me feel safe.

I rested my head on his chest and let myself be held by those strong arms.

Maybe, it wasn't that bad to be there...