I've never been a person to hold a grudge. Instead, seeking to understand the motives of another. But, it doesn't mean I can't get hurt.
Nobody wants to get hurt, but if my pain can be used to save others, I don't mind getting hurt.
"You're dirty. Wash yourself," said Marvel as he pushed me to the shower.
Facing the wall, I was standing in silence, unmoving, completely naked with just a piece of black leather harness around my body, creating such an appearance for the bruises on my skin.
Impatient when I didn't do what he told me, he grabbed the shower handle, and an amount of cold water was splashed onto me. I gasped in surprise, squirming against the wall in the corner.
Earlier, without saying anything, Marvel dragged me to the bathroom. Without making any facial expressions, he started washing my body with cold water on this wintry night.
