I watch as he leaves. My lip still tingling from where he had touched it so lightly with his thumb. Once he was out of my sight my mind cleared and I walked to the very small, trailer bathroom and stared at myself in horror.

My eye swollen and purple made me flinch just at the sight of it. My lip bloody from the deep cut beneath. Bruises covered my arms, stomach and legs and as I touch a large bruise on my stomach I hiss in pain. Pulling my hand back. Groaning in pain I turn to the bathtub behind me. Turning the tap and very slowly sitting down on the toilet seat, clutching my stomach.

Exhaling deeply, I close my eyes. Trying to ease the pain my body was in. My legs trembled. Staring at my shaking hands I release a sob of agony. Clutching them to my aching chest.

Once the bath is full I turn the tap off and very carefully undress and step in. Gently sitting down. Crying out as the hot water stings the cuts and bruises that cover my entire pale body.

Fuck. What have I got myself into! Groaning, I try to relax. Closing my eyes as I slide down further into the water to wash my long, pink hair. I gently scrub my scalp and wash it with the shampoo available.

Getting out was the hard part.

Eventually, I made it out of the bath and after towel drying my hair I wrap it around my body. Clutching my stomach as I walk back into the bedroom. Stopping as my eyes flick from the clothes that covered the bed to the man sitting opposite me in a chair reading a book.

As I enter he looks up and clears his throat. Nodding towards the bed where the clothes lay organised in colours.

"I borrowed some clothes from Sissy. I wasn't sure what you'd like..." he seems shy. He runs his hand through his hair and stands as I approach the bed. His expression concerned but masked with indifference. Obviously, I was still the outsider. What did I expect? A welcome with open arms? No.

Giving him a little smile I hold the towel around my body. "Thank you..." I manage through gritted teeth. Damn! It really fucking hurt to talk!

As I move to gather some clothes he stops me and puts a hand on my arm. Growling I pull away. Pain rushing through my body like a lightening bolt. I cry out, hissing in pain.

He lets go instantly and steps back a little.

"Fuck! I'm sorry!"

I look up, confused. He's my captor...why would he be sorry? Shaking my head I continue to slowly pick up a pair of jean shorts, boots, panties, bra and a black tank top. Frowning I groan. Knowing how much this was going to fucking hurt!

"Let me help..."

My eyes shoot to his and I frown. Saying nothing. But letting him take the panties and holding them open near my feet to step into then gently running them up my thighs and around my hips. I blush. Feeling his rough fingers scrape my delicate, bruised flesh.

Next, he does the same with the shorts. Letting me lean on his shoulders as I step into them.

Picking up the bra he slides the straps up my arms then goes behind me, dropping the towel to my feet so he can connect the clasp. Finally he pulls the tank top over my head and helps me pop my arms in. Pulling it down and lightly tucking it into my shorts.

All I can think about his hands and the heat of his body soothing mine. His hands, so rough but at the same time gentle as he helps me. My face turns purple as he finishes and looks down at me. Biting my lip I avert my gaze and sit on the edge of the bed. Crying out as I bend over to reach for my boots.

Huffing, in annoyance, irritation or frustration I don't know, he kneels and slides both shoes onto my feet and ties them. Then looks up at me. Gently running his fingertips over the bruises on my legs and thighs.

His brow creases in disgust as his fingers scrape my knee and I flinch. "This shouldn't of happened..." he barely mumbles. For a moment I wasn't sure he said anything at all. Taking a leap of faith and assuming he had spoke I reply.

"But it did. You told your men to make me talk. They failed. But they tried their fucking best to nearly kill me in the process...." I moan softly. Feeling my face ache in protest. Fine! No more talking!

Then I shiver and he's back on his feet again. Moving the clothes aside roughly and pulling back the covers of his bed. Gently picking me up in his arms and placing me delicately in the bed before covering me up. I close my eyes. Moaning as my body adjusts to the new position. Surprisingly, I feel his hand run through my hair. Moving it aside out of my face. He does this for a few moments more before sighing and leaving me, once again, in his bed.