The older lady pulled me to the large tub and started tearing my clothes off. No matter how much I fought them I was no match to their strength. Fig holds on for dear life as the older lady then shoves me into the tub causing me to inhale the soapy water. Her and a few ladies took turns holding me and scrubbing me until my skin burned bright red.
I grit my teeth as they start scrubbing my hair making it feel as if they'll scrub all my hair clean off. Fig jumps out of my hair causing the women to scream. Hah! Before I could really enjoy the moment one of the women grabs Fig making my heart stop. "Stop! He's mine!" I try and stand but I'm forced down again by their iron grip.
The woman looks to the older woman who originally pulled me in and after a moment the older woman says "Bathe it." Fig's fierce look suddenly disappears as the woman holding him starts smiling in anticipation. My worry only fades a bit as the lady starts forcibly dipping Fig in and out of the soapy water.
"You're going to drown him!" I say in anger and try to pull away from the older lady only to have her shove me under the water causing me to inhale the soapy water again burning my throat and lungs. I start panicking when she refuses to let me up. I won't have to worry about what Ryder wants to do to me if this continues.. It'll be death by bath!
After a moment or two longer the old lady pulls me back up and I cough violently. "Such a weak woman.." The older lady says with distain. My lungs greedily suck up as much air as I can and I look over to find Fig pinned down by a woman and scrubbed violently. My heart seethes in anger and I promise to kill all these horrible women.
After the violent bath Fig and I are brought to another room. They throw Fig in a large towel twisting it closed before roughly drying him. They proceed to towel dry me in a similar method and I honestly wonder if I have any skin left. The doors to the room are then locked as the older lady, whose clearly the one in charge, unlocks my chains and says "You either dress yourself or we will." In a shrewd cold voice.
I don't doubt her for a moment.. I grit my teeth and hold my hand out for the dress. The woman hands me a black... dress? If it can be called that. It looks more like a fancy night gown! I'm nearly seeing red as I grip the dress and start putting it on. I need to pick and choose my battles.. The evil woman nods in approval as my clevage threatens to come out of the black dress.