"Shit. I'm gone." I gasp as I'm picked up in his arms, and he kicks open the door to take me inside the washroom. Before I can understand what's happening, I'm plunged into warm water. I splash my hands, finding myself in a bathtub.
Wait, a bathtub? I look around to find bubbles and oils in the water surrounding me. Blinking, I look up at him.
"Stop thrashing. I'm not going to hurt you." And my mind abides by his words. Trusting him, I let go, and I find the warm water relaxing my pains almost immediately.
The water surrounding me suddenly splashes up, nearly overflowing, and I look up, shocked to find him joining me in the bathtub. The tub suddenly feels too small.
"Scoot over, doll." But I grip the rim of the tub tightly, my knuckles white. He disregards my words and dips behind me, his legs on either side of me. I clench my fists in front of my chest, sitting there like a statue.
