The death Of Mrs Ross

Quicksand

"Go take a bath. You're disgraceful''

He nudged me towards the bathtub. I landed on my hands and knees, both scraping against the surface. Hot, pure pain ran through me. I got up, using the tub, and fell into the shallow water. I gasped when my skin restricted and my heart leaped

The piece of shit didn't even bother to open the hot water

"Don't take your clothes off, bathe with them. You have five minutes" He ordered, his voice sliced through my glares

The door slammed shut. My shaking got worse, the cold liquid only causing searing agony. I had five minutes, but I couldn't even lift a finger. I took in a deep breath and plunged myself underwater, but, fuck. The water wasn't enough to cover my face and end me. It wasn't enough to take me away. I wasn't strong enough for my punishment. I wasn't strong enough for him. I gritted my teeth and smashed my fists on my thighs in frustration, splashing water everywhere

I took the bar of soap angrily, submerged it in the water, casted out my tongue and began washing it with the soap. I chocked on the taste, but didn't stop. After making sure my tongue was completely clean, I dropped the soap and rinsed out my tongue thoroughly. I spent the next three minutes washing everything. All my wounds were numb because of the freezing temperature, making it easier to clean. My hair was the hardest to do, and I ended up just rinsing it off. I couldn't do shit about it

I was running out of time

And time was something I seemed to always have before. Running against it was strange and new

Without a towel or cloth in sight, I had to get out just as I was. My shorts and shirt soaked, but they were clean, and that was all that mattered. I padded to the door, cautious of the danger that I might slip at any moment. I grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open just in time to hear him counting down

''4.....3....2....1'' He opened his eyes and saw me standing there ''You made it''

I exhaled a sigh of relief from deep in my bones and hugged the door to prevent falling. He got up from the bed and walked towards me. He pulled me away from the door, the only thing keeping me standing, and circled me "Now let's see if you're finally clean''

I felt his presence right behind me. I tensed when his warm hand touched my arm. His other hand did the same on the other side. He took hold of me gently and nudged me forward, towards the bed. I was reluctant, in the end he was stronger. I was stopped just before I assumed he would push me on the bed and felt him move away. I expected him to push me still, and I stayed completely stiff, waiting for it, dreading the silence

His hand touch the nape of my neck and I moved away, but he took hold of me by my treacherous wet clothing and held me in place "Don't. Move'' He warned me, loud and clear. His hand travelled to my wet hair and he fisted it, beckoning my head back. He closed his eyes and breathed in, openly taking in my scent "Good, good. You smell better''

He let go of my hair and stepped back again. Before I could even comprehend his next move, he was on me. He grabbed a large chunk of my shirt and ripped it off, tearing apart the fabric and exposing my bra. I gasped at the tearing sound and covered my breasts, unable to ignore how cold it was. He came closer and forcibly tugged my arms apart and hooked them behind my back, then cupped my breast in his hand

I sighed

"Oh. It looks like need new clothes now'' He squeezed and I fell apart, my knees buckled and slipped but his hold on me kept me up ''You look cleaner'' He gathered my breasts and rubbed them together. His erection made itself known as it dug into my ass through his pants. I moaned when his knee slipped in between my legs, slowly pushing my legs apart "But we both know there isn't one part of you that's actually clean"