Yuki’s expression froze, and her irresistible face became confused. If she went off Jonas' expression, she would say he was being genuine. She wasn't sure what dirty deed he was talking about, but once she understood it, she would master it.

“Use my bath?” she asked, “Is that some new type of foreplay?”

‘Are all Hunters like this?’ Jonas couldn’t believe his ears. He tried to understand her thought process but failed to see the sexual nature of what he had asked.

“No,” he said slowly, “I want to take a bath.”

“Oh,” she said knowingly, “You want to take a bath with me.”

“No,” he repeated, “I want to clean myself, by myself, in your bath,” and for a moment, Jonas was nervous that he had gone too far and offended her. However, just as she looked like she might explode in anger, her face became warm and harmonious, she giggled loudly, and Jonas wasn’t sure he had ever seen a woman laugh as pleasantly as her.

“You only want to take a bath? You realize that I asked you to kill a deadly military special forces member, risk life and limb, and offend two powerful Sinners while doing so. You realize the severity of what I've asked, right?” She felt guilty for taking advantage of such an innocent person, and she had half a mind to believe that Jonas was joking. She had never in her life met a man that would turn her down.

“Yeah,” said Jonas, “I’ve only had one shower in all my time here. You can smell me from above ground," he wasn't lying, and he was almost impressed that Yuki could stomach his stench.

“You could have asked for anything, and I would have most likely done it with a smile on my face,” but Jonas had already disregarded the thought of all the various sexual favors he could have requested. For starters, he was tired of sleeping with random women he had just met. There was also the fact that secretly he believed Yuki was trying to trap him, that she was offering sexual favors in the hope that he would take advantage of her and she would have an excuse to kill him, though, this was more likely his anxiety speaking to him.

‘Don’t put your dick in crazy,’ was an important lesson passed down by his older brother, and out of all the women that Jonas could label as a nutjob, one who beat men half-to-death for a living probably fell under that category.

“I think you're very beautiful,” he said while wearing an awkward smile, “I just don’t feel comfortable asking for sex from a stranger.”

“Are you a virgin?” She quickly shook her head, “No, and you’re not gay either,” Yuki looked to be in a state of disbelief, there had to be some alternative reason as to why he didn't want to sleep with her, and she would find it.

“No,” Jonas looked exasperated as he shook his head, “I just prefer having sex with someone because we like each other, not as a reward, or favor,” although he didn’t say it out loud, his Pride couldn't stand the thought of begging for sex. As soon as he turned her down his Sin Scars began to gently glow without either of them noticing. Yuki shook her head and sighed as she pointed toward the bathroom door.

“You can use it anytime you want,” her voice was dull as she rolled over onto her stomach and her plump rear was almost fully exposed to Jonas. It looked like she was pouting.

“Should I come back tomorrow?”

“Just use it, now,” her voice sounded a bit forceful, and Jonas couldn’t help but wonder if this was some sort of strange consolidation prize for her lusting nature.

“Thanks, I won’t be long,” before she could steer the conversation into dangerous waters, he quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. The bathroom was just as nice as the private room, both seemingly belonged to an expensive five-star hotel. He couldn’t help but admire the extravagant lifestyle that Yuki was living. It paid to be a top-five fighter, and he was enjoying the fruits of her labor. He had never really longed for material goods, but living in a cage had changed his mind.

A large clawfoot bathtub stood at attention in the middle of the bathroom and it had many silver faucets, as well as a hand sprayer that was holstered onto a silver hook. There were fluffy white towels that hung on silver racks, there was a large golden vanity at one end of the room that housed shelves of makeup and female accessories, and a cute toilet with a fuzzy pink cozy made Jonas jealous because he had been shitting and pissing in a bucket for months.

He turned the silver taps of the bathtub and watched as crystal clear hot water began to fill the tub. Next to the tub was a ceramic end table that had plenty of colorful bottles of different shapes and sizes, each containing fancy-smelling shampoo, conditioner, or body soap.

He pulled off his dirty, sweaty prison scrubs and let them hit the floor. Before getting in the bath, he stepped in front of the vanity and began examining himself in the mirror. He was unrecognizable, although he had expected a bit of a shock. His golden hair was almost down to his shoulders, and it was very thick and matted.

He noticed that his face seemed unfamiliar and mature, and the last vestiges of childhood seemed to have left him in the past two months. His body was bulky, dirty, and stained with dried blood, and he could also see many swollen veins that were protruding from his tanned skin. He stared into his own eyes, as if he was trying to catch himself in a lie, then he smiled. The young man standing in front of him didn't look weak, rather he looked as if he belonged.

Just as the bath nearly filled, he turned off the taps and stepped inside, submerging himself into the best feeling he had felt in a very long time. The hot water gave his skin a gentle sting, and it sent waves of pleasure across his body. He couldn’t help but let out a small audible moan while his sore body crumpled against the smooth surface of the bathtub.

This was the life he never knew he needed, and he marveled at the fact that Yuki got to use this bathtub any time she wanted. He began to wonder what kind of things he could get once he killed Wolf and became a top-five fighter. Not only would he get a private room, but he would also be able to fill it with things like billiards, a mini-fridge, shelves of booze, and a large bath just like the one he was in.

He stared at all the colorful bottles of shampoo, and for a moment he felt like the hardest choice in all of Hell was between two different scents, cotton candy overload or strawberry shortcake explosion.

He grabbed a blue bottle and squeezed some of the contents into his hand. The sweet smell of cotton candy made him think of all those cupcakes he had once filled his face with, back when he had ridden in the limo with Phillip Glatorius for the first time.

As he finished lathering his scalp, Jonas became hesitant to close his eyes as he didn’t trust Yuki to not invade his privacy when he was at his most vulnerable. However, when he rinsed the soap out of his hair, he was both surprised and relieved to find that she had not taken advantage of him and was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had been too judgmental of her character.

He scrubbed the scum and dirt off his skin, and he grimaced at all the dried blood that was coming off of him. It reminded him that he hadn’t lived such an unhygienic lifestyle since the time he had lived in a foster home with plumbing that didn't function. The only difference between the past and present versions of himself was that in the past he had been covered in much less dried blood.

He might have prolonged his bath time a bit longer than he had intended to. Still, when he was finished he begrudgingly stood up and let the lukewarm water drip off his body as he climbed out of the tub. He began drying himself off with one of the fluffy towels, and he was sure that such soft fabrics couldn't have been allowed in Hell, “Yuki,” Jonas called out, “You don’t happen to have a fresh set of scrubs that would fit me, do you?” He thought it was a long shot, but he would’ve rather not spoiled his freshly clean skin with his smelly old clothing.

“I’m coming in,” she said, “Cover yourself,” though the last part sounded more like an option, and less of a suggestion. She entered the bathroom holding a folded set of navy-blue scrubs. Her eyes feasted on his artistic torso, and she let her eyes leave as little to the imagination as possible, “These belonged to the guy who had the room before me,” she said as she passed them over.

“Keal?” The name slipped out and for a split second her expression gave off feelings of hate, however, it was gone just as quickly as it came. The sudden change in the atmosphere had given Jonas an uncomfortable tingle across his skin.

“Yes. I'm guessing that Ahmed told you?”

“We discussed it, yes," he felt like he needed to be careful with his next few sentences.

“Don’t beat around the bush,” she said, “Aren’t you curious about what happened?"

“You killed him, didn’t you? At least that’s what I heard.”

"Yes, I killed him,” she didn't bat an eyelash as she admitted to killing her ex-boyfriend.

“Oh,” Jonas was at a loss for words.

“Aren’t you curious why I did it?” Her expression became playful as she tempted him, “I’m willing to tell you,” but Jonas knew that there was a price to pay for anything that Yuki offered him. The bath he had just taken required him to murder a Canadian special forces officer, and then orchestrate the largest prison break in the history of the Hurts gang, as well as deal with the two super-powered leaders.

“What do you want?” Jonas tried his best not to sound ungrateful or accusatory.

“I don’t need you to do anything, really,” she said while licking her lips, “Just let me watch?” Jonas had been stripped and forced naked under much worse circumstances, so he pulled his towel loose and let it hit the floor.

“Scrubs?” His voice knocked Yuki out of her daze as she smiled and handed him the bundle of clothing, he noticed that her cheeks were a bit blushed, and he wondered why she was so shy. Perhaps, he had overestimated her sexual experience.

Her embarrassed expression turned to disappointment as she watched Jonas dress himself, “You don’t have to tell me anything, I don’t usually charge for peeping.”

“You little butt,” Yuki glared at him, it wasn't every day that she was accused of being a pervert. To be fair, she had been surrounded by old, dirty men, who would probably beat and rape her at any possible chance they had. Not once in all her time in Hell had she come across someone like Jonas, young and perfect, who was more interested in conversation than taking advantage of her. His splendid body and his good behavior had drawn her interest in a meaningful way, she found herself truly lusting for the first time in a long time.

"Just teasing," Jonas gave her a handsome smile.

“No, I’ll tell you,” said Yuki, “I pretended to be Keal’s woman. One day, while he was sound asleep, I slit his throat and watched him bleed out,” Jonas felt his blood go cold as he met gazes with Yuki, and he noticed there wasn’t a shred of pity in her expression.