I got upstairs, entered his room and heard the shower running. My shopping bags were already set on the floor in front of the bed.
Opening the bottle of water I got from the kitchen, I gulped it down as fast as I could. I was so thirsty after a long afternoon and it was going to be dinner time soon.
When I finally finished the bottle and set it down, I saw him staring at me. I was immediately startled.
"How do you move so silently?" I asked him out of genuine concern. He always appeared at of nowhere.
He shrugged and walked into the closet. My eyes followed as his muscles flexed from behind and his taut ass came into view. I found myself swallowing some saliva. I had to stop myself from getting carried away every time I saw this monster who had taken away my freedom. I needed to consistently remind myself of who he was and what he had done to me.
When he came out of the closet dressed in joggers and still bare chested, I remembered something. I needed to return his black card.
